A measure of something’s significance within a culture could be the number of words in the language to describe it. It is a myth that the Inuit have over 100 words for snow, but we Brits do have rather a lot of words for Toilet. Let’s face it, in Britain, we get joy from a John, take pride in our Privies and we just LOVE the Lavvie!
Love is an act of endless forgiveness; a tender look which becomes a habit.” – Peter Ustinov
Many years ago, a boyfriend and I formulated an escape plan that involved a boat. He held a Yachtmaster’s certificate and had crewed on boats around the world. I had drunk gin and been ‘rail meat’ on a few pleasure yachts in the Solent. I had also undertaken a voyage to the Isle of Wight for lunch. Once.Continue reading “The Knowledge – The Perils of Proximity”
Today, the early heatwave that had made the papers miraculously exchanged itself for a Severe Weather Warning. It was a big day. The day we were to collect Caravan Kismet. I can’t tell you how delighted we were to have been blessed with such perfect ‘Introduction to Caravanning’ weather!Continue reading “Carry On Caravanning – Part 2 The Maiden Voyage”
Like most people* in the UK who passed their test before 1st January 1997, my driving licence has what is known as ‘Grandfather Rights’ (or more flatteringly ‘Acquired Rights’) which allow me to tow vehicles up to 8.5t.