“How do you wash in the caravan?”

Though I failed to ask myself this question when moving in (didn’t seem top of a list of priorities) its a regular question that pops up when folk discover we live in a caravan.

 Anyway, I digress..as ever. As I looked out from my shower tonight and chuckled at what a hilarious sight I must make if the neighbours can indeed see me (I hope they can’t but it felt safer when the leaves were on the trees), I reflected on how settled we are now, how there is only 4 months or so left, and on my guilt of NOT writing my blog.

 My silence is a result of having had..

a) an amazing sunny summer with new love and endless days outside, living a full succulent life and failing to document it
b) an endless soggy winter with short wet days, struggling to stay on top of the simple stuff like dry wood and mud avoidance, feeling a bit too dreary to document it…and
c) a complete fear of and failure of getting to grips with this simple blog technology; worrying I can’t get it too look right and so doing nothing at all.

Well let the new me start now! Along with my 40 day detox I shall now make myself write more, whether just a few lines, or an epic rant. I’m not gonna get hung up on the pictures looking just right…they’ll do. If I can get into a shower outside in winter, I can get into writing a regular post.

See you shortly then. xxx