It might seem like a difficult life choice to make at our age but selling our home and moving into a caravan has not been as filled with fraught as you may think. It has had its difficulties of course but nothing to make us regret the decision. It is hard to explain why my […]

When thinking about heading into the real world of camping my husband and I (possibly myself more) were hesitant. We had been cosseted by the staff and amenities at the Greymouth Top Ten Holiday Park. I do mean cosetted. Shower blocks there have underfloor heating. Private bathrooms are paved and warm. Water is on tap

This life allows us to head off into uncharted waters (uncharted that is for us) and unhook from the constraints of home ownership and responsibilities connected with living in an established community. We are only responsible for ourselves. On the down side this can be quite isolating. We do not want to be hermits. We

Queen Mary had a dolls house built for her in 1921. I have recently been looking at pictures of this wonderful, miniature dwelling and the things in it are really cute and intricate. If you are in England you can pay thirty pounds to view this tiny residence. I will probably never do this but

I think misfortunes (minor, sad things that happen) either belong in the category of ‘Unavoidable’ or the category ‘You only have yourself to blame.’ Some misfortunes are manmade and some just seem inevitable. It was inevitable that after a while the caravan was going to look not so new. Wear and tear takes its toll

Whenever I wanted children in my class to feel relaxed and chat together I just asked them who had a story about their scars. Everybody has a story to tell about some deformity on their body, likewise with caravans. Someone had to be the first to scar the caravan and thankfully it wasn’t me. It

I know the last two pieces have been about awnings but the topic isn’t finished yet. Awnings is a topic many caravanners and R.V. owners have a penchant to discuss. They have either had good or horrendous stories which they want to share. In the past I have had a penchant to swear when I

                     I knew instantly that I would need something good to sit on if I was to enjoy the next years of my life. We weren’t going on a picnic and soft, flimsy picnic chairs wouldn’t service.  Hardy, stable, portable and sturdy chairs were needed. I knew it couldn’t be La-Z-boys, but when these oztrail chairs

fI vowed silently to myself (vowing out loud may have meant I would have had to do it) that I would do ‘my bit’ when living in the caravan. I decided internally that I would learn how this caravan operated as much as my husband. I talked sternly to myself about taking an interest in

‘Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink!’ This line from the ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’ is sometimes how it seemed when we were in the caravan at first. There were taps in the camp to fill the barrel and plenty of water to top up the water tank under our bed but