Just after we got back, I opened up the Cath Kidston
magazine to discover an article on buying caravans.
It seemed like a sign.
(Despite the fact it was also the same weekend
as some tossbag trashed our car. Ahem.)
In the middle of Edinburgh.
Not ideal for keeping a caravan I know
but sometimes it’s nice to dream about these
things without worrying about the logistics.
1. Very happy childhood memories of caravaning
with my Nana, my Papa, my cousins, my cat.
Fuzzy felt, listening to the rain on the roof
and drinking sweet tea with nettle stings on my knees.
2. And this one came from the same Cath Kidston mag…
“a caravan is another room to enjoy doing up,
without moving house”. Well, if that doesn’t
just sound like something I would say!
3. As well as my very happy childhood memories,
a caravan is now where I have been
at my happiest as an adult too.
In my Dad’s wedding speech, he wrote a sonnet
(yes he made people cry with his speech!)
that ended with the words
“It sounds like rain on a caravan roof.”
And then he spoke about how my Nana
would have loved that we were starting
our married life in a caravan.
Not only because she loved caravans but
“because it’s also a perfect metaphor for a long successful married life.
She would have agreed it’s about joy and disappointment shared,
up close. That’s a real test of any relationship
but the key thing to remember is, come rain or shine,
all you need is those you love and those who love you back.”
(I said he made people cry.)
P.S. That little yellow caravan?
It has the most stylish interior
I’ve ever seen for a caravan!