Tag Archives: The Caravan Club

An eruption of British nationalism

We have been away for the weekend – W and I and Ruby the red camper van. We stayed on a Caravan Club site near Hythe in Kent, very close to the sea – a sea which was turbulent, wild … Continue reading

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Rain, wind, coal-mining and heroism.

So W and I are back. From windy, rainy Herefordshire where we awoke, as expected, to the singing of the birds. And where we also awoke on at least five of our ten mornings to the pounding of the rain … Continue reading

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I’ve packed the gin. Let’s go.

Ruby stands waiting. The gin and the bird-books are packed. W has joined me, and she and I are off tomorrow to Herefordshire for ten days’ communing with nature. Avid readers of this blog will have to curb their impatience. … Continue reading

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Birds on campsites

And here I am, back. Back amid the fumes and the police sirens and the world’s aircraft turning left just beyond the kitchen window. Dear Ruby did indeed live up to expectations and hopes, transporting us in style, safety and … Continue reading

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Ruby rebuilds her reputation

We’re going to make another attempt to go away for the weekend, my woman and I. It gives Ruby a chance to make up for the disappointment she visited on us last week. I feel sure she’s only too keen … Continue reading

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Hello World

So I decided to write a blog. It’s taken me a long time to get round to it. But I’ve just come back from a week’s holiday with a fairly fresh mind so now seems a good moment. So who … Continue reading

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