Four years ago now we discovered caravan holidays because we wanted to be as close to the surf as possible, as cheaply as we could manage. But even if money was no object (Ha!) I think I’d still fancy roughing it in our little tin box. It’s the perfect antidote to efficient, privileged lives that work well for the most part but whizz by in an exhausting blurr. To be woken by seagulls playing pebble football on the roof, and lunge from a cosy bed into a freezing living space armed with blankets, socks and hot water bottles, is fun. Our ambition in the caravan knows no bounds, we entertain friends, wash and dry our wetsuits and even undertake large-scale art projects as part of the kids school assignments. This week was dominated by our Sam’s population pyramid, built in polystyrene donated by the supermarket and some home made Halloween masks for today’s festivities.
The surf was outstanding and the weather perfect. It was either sunny so we could walk along the coast or hostile and perfect for sport in the surf and hunkering down to watch Miss Marple re-runs. Either way it was all good, clean fun.
Having got home we are turning Crabapples from the allotment into a jewel like jelly to eat with roasts over the winter. The variety is Dolgo which is red not only on the outside but also on the inside, making wonderful jelly.