I am not a hippy. I’m not a crusty. I’m not a gypsy. I work for a living. I pay my taxes and I am a responsible citizen. I believe in recycling. I do not litter. But I want a simple life and so with my husband I’m moving into a van. Maybe we will hate it. Or maybe this is the beginning of a new life.

In search of another life

"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."

Jack Kerouac

Sunday, 30 May 2010

Meadowlands festival

We have brought the van to its first festival: Meadowlands in Lewes. It’s a lovely festival by the way. I did not know any of the acts but spent all day yesterday dancing to fantastic new local music. Living in a van means that there is no such thing as tent envy. At least not for me. Reg says that tents still hold a special place in his heart but I do not care for them one way or another. I don’t mind camping. But living in a van is superb!

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