Having spent the past few days on a campsite we are tempted to live on one permanently. It makes such a difference waking up to the sound of birds singing instead of noisy traffic, stepping out onto soft grass instead of being shaken from our bed by the movement of trucks and being able to barbeque and switch on lights in the evening.
It would be too expensive for us at the moment, although we would still save money considering your average one bedroom flat in Brighton costs £750 a month to rent and bills amount to at least £300. Spending £20 per night on a campsite would cost £600 per month and bills would be virtually nonexistent.
Anyone with a bit of money to spend who is in search of a simpler and freer life would do well living like this, moving from place to place, but if it’s real money you want to save, it is better to live on the road and break it up with a night or two on a site each week, or better, four or five days every couple of weeks.
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
Jack Kerouac
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