Some things are eternal – at least in NZ… The bach and the caravan are key. And of course, the dog. And… it wouldn’t be a NZ summer without a beach!
Had a bit of a play with this gypsy caravan. I like it better this way. I don’t think the gypsies living in it were real gypsies, not that I’ve ever known any real gypsies, so I can’t say for sure. But they seemed more like some folks I knew back in the 70s, whoContinue reading “Peacock travesty”
Lately I’ve been craving more than a getaway… I want to languish in the woods and stumble into a decrepit caravan and cavort with a stray Highland cattle bull calf. Yes, that is what I want.