The Caravanette/A Couple of Stories/Brussels Blooms.

Rob, Blimey he looks like he's acting like Lord of all he surveys ! at Lochgilphead.. Rob, Posing under a mirror ball opposite the 'Pleasure Beach' Fairground , Blackpool..

Hi Folks,

We used to own an old ambulance a few years ago which had been converted into a motor caravan - it was an ancient model but it had all the facilities you needed when you went away for a few days. It was handy that you could just drive in anywhere and bed down - it wasn't exactly the height of luxury but we travelled about in it for a while, but we found it was a bit heavy on petrol so in the end we had to get rid of it.

I'm bringing the subject up here is because 'Little Old Me' (a blogger friend) was talking about looking around at motor homes - the one we had though was not in the same league as the ones 'lom' was talking about. I remember the first time we went away on holiday we went to Blackpool . Hence this post - we toured around and went all around the area . It was great fun and while we were down there we stopped just outside of Cleveleys which is just a few miles down the coast on the shore road . Rob set up the wee portable T.V. on the Monday night so that I could watch 'Coronation Street ' and so on and I settled to enjoy my usual soaps. Rob then went to get a couple of parts at the garage along from where we were parked .

I kept being distracted by men passing and trying to see inside the van as they passed. One of them must have walked by oh! four or five times and it was really getting to me, I was a bit worried he couldn't see in as the window was blacked out although I could see him quite clearly. When Rob came back an hour later I told him! we ended up moving away sharpish 'cos I was really wary by now . It wasn't till next day that while I was shopping one of the ladies in a shop told me that we had parked in the red light side of town where all the gays go to enjoy themselves (dogging) ! talk about embarrassed - That caravanette was good fun and I indulged my hippie stage for a second time . You can have a lot of fun and you do meet a lot of nice helpful folk among the caravanners and campers.
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This next tale is a soppy one - so have a hankie handy.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy 'Mister,' he said, 'I want to buy one of your puppies.' 'Well,' said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, 'These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.' The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. 'I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?' 'Sure,' said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. 'Here, Dolly!' he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....

'I want that one,' the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, 'Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.' With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, 'You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.' With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
'How much?' asked the little boy. 'No charge,' answered the farmer, 'There's no charge for love - AWWW, now I did warn you it was a teary one ......

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A Feel Good Story...

Stuart sat on the bus feeling sorry for himself - until something happened. Most of the seats were taken when a man with a walking stick hobbled on board. Luckily one of the priority seats at the front was free. The man with the stick sat down gratefully and relaxed - for all of two stops.

Then a man with two walking sticks got on. Without hesitating, the first man left the seat by the door and came to sit next to Stuart near the back of the bus. "There's always someone worse off," he said smiling..

The conversation ended there, but the thought stayed with Stuart. I't so obvious, but we do occasionally need to be reminded of it. Stuart could walk off that bus without any help, so no matter what other problems he had, he realised he was already ahead of the game. As for his other problems well - when I asked him he couldn't remember what they were !

Cheers from the land of the Tartan and the Heather, Love Kate xxx.