There’s something a bit special about an early Autumn morning when the blossoming day is set to be an unusually hot one. Being by the riverside, the cool evening dew had begun to be heated by the sun. Quite thick in places, I could have been totally alone, a thousand miles from anywhere as I had a wander along the footpath.
Having found the hard way just how sharp a hedgehog’s spines are I managed to evict this creature from the caravan awning at the weekend and set him free in a more natural environment with a belly full of dog food.
It was only after he’d gone that I realised my unwelcome guest had defecated on my Union Jack leading me to suspect that he was a Scottish ctivist hedgehog with radical political views
Lord knows how old this caravan is. Located on the older hidden side of Thorney Bay caravan park it sits, mostly empty, waiting for someone to come. With no mod cons whatsoever, and separated from the more modern monstrosities, tranquility takes on a new meaning.
As for the owners, I last saw them some years ago. Themselves older than this lovely van. Someone still cares for it though. Someone is still paying the ground rent.