February 18, 2013
FOR several months now we’ve been becalmed in Salisbury.
Not the worst place to be, and much good has come of it.
A brief hotel break in Tenerife has helped recharge the batteries, and it's time to look forward again.
Spring beckons, and given that we feel a need to remain in
the UK, this could be the perfect time for a trip up the East Coast.
Long-lost friends populate the route, in East Anglia, in Bridlington, and in Aberdeen.
The rose bushes in my front garden are beginning to send out
shoots but I’m ready to ignore them for a few more weeks, give them a short back
and sides and then take off.
In the meantime we’ve eaten up all our food stocks from the Hymer,
which is now being stored (at some expense to us) by an obliging farmer because
our neighbours objected to the sight of it on our drive.
I didn’t think it was that hideous, but one of them called
it ‘The Monster Van’.
At least it’s freed up a much-needed parking space.
