Of course it's Easter. I was wondering why there were suddenly loads of caravans about despite the horizontal rain........ Pavlovian rush to go and sit in rain soaked windswept fields eating chocolate eggs perhaps. Each to their own.
Anyway last night I followed and subsequently overtook a strange looking thing. It appeared to be based on the chassis of a Green Goddess or maybe a LR Forward Control but perched giddily atop its utilitarian frame was the body of a modern-ish campervan. I assume the two main structures were in some way fastened together but they looked an uneasy pairing.
At every, even low speed, corner it leaned alarmingly as if to topple and with every gearchange exhuded intermittent clouds of thick black diesel smoke.
Trapped behind this monstrosity awhile I was given to muse on the sheer height of the thing and the considerable distance from Terra Firma of the rear access door.
Visions of late night trans-field excursions to the latrines being pre-empted by a form of base jump to the ground in poor visibilty struck me as an additional reason to avoid such activities. With a carelessly turned ankle one would have simply no hope of ever getting back to bed if faced with such a climb.
Someone loves it obviously.
Last edited by: Humph D'bout on Sat 3 Apr 10 at 09:53
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