Right. More than a year after first writing my sticky post (the Kombination one, which at this point still refuses to stick), I am ready to commit. Not to gardening. Not to any particular camper or form of touring. Ready to commit to starting to blog again. We are living in our new home in Polokwane, the capital of Limpopo, South Africa and one hour by road due east from Sequoia Gardens, the subject of five years of blogging. It is a very different climate and a very different lifestyle. I am planning changes to the house, and changes to the garden. For my own sake I wish to document the process. And then I miss my blogging friends, and the act of blogging – so here goes!
“What is the use of a blog without pictures?” said Alice. And so here is a rather random shot of the new garden on a sunny Sunday morning during a hot and dry summer…
If you sell a farm to buy a caravan, your intentions must be serious. When you explore the dream in every which way possible, your desire must be obsessive . Or your farm slow to sell.
The gamut of possibilities from cheap as possible to extravagant beyond measure will find their way onto these pages. Overland trucks and tents on wheels, luxury off-road caravans for two, to fibreglass buggies that can barely sleep two, will all feature. But finally a caravan is not enough. Have you ever seen how wrinkly a tortoise looks without its shell? Or a snail stagger as it pulls its detached spiral through its slime?
My guts say put your bed upon your back and walk. What I want is a camper. Not a caravan attached awkwardly to a motorised chassis. Not a piggyback unit perched on a ute. Not one of those fabulous Volkswagens that slide out to twice their size like a dog in the presence of a ready bitch. I want a camper built inside a standard body-shell. I think.