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

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Pavement Furniture

When driving a tall vehicle, remember to think about the top as well as the bottom. I recently tried to park up by the King Alfred on the seafront. I tried to mount the kerb to straighten up, but forgot that there is a big shelter right on the side of the pavement, so crunched the top of the van right into it. Oops! Luckily I didn’t put a hole in it, but why do they put pavement furniture so close to the kerb?
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