The Oak tree and the Octopus.

Some days we just stay on site, we don’t need to be anywhere we are trying to keep our distance from most people, so we stay. It’s a lovely place to be. There are lots of oak trees here, but one is a constant in our daily lives. I think of it as the oak tree of opportunity, in fact that was the alternative name for this blog, you can decide if it would have been more inviting.

The oak tree of opportunity you ask? Why? Because it brings the opportunity for a hot shower, the beach, the laundry (it has to be done), we pass it to access all of these. When the site is quiet, we see the local wildlife: a pheasant a badger (it was 1am and Ian thoughtless didn’t take his camera on his late night loo trip) and less positively, a potential thump on the head from a falling acorn. It’s a beautiful tree and it makes me smile. To date, I have not been thumped, but there have been a few near misses.   

But what about the octopus? Well that’s a whole different subject. When you spend this long on the road, you need to do the washing. You can’t carry many clothes. So you need to wash them. There is a launderette on site, but it isn’t cheap and we only need a few things rinsing, so out comes the collapsible bucket. Who doesn’t wash out their smalls while chatting to the neighbours? They are scousers (new left hand neighbours) and he has a fabulous story for every occasion. I wash, we chat, beer is consumed, a less stressful wash-day has never been had. And the Octopus? She helps us dry it all. I love her… she’s practical, cute, folds up small and fun. Whoever thought about putting eyes on her was a genius! Ikea style in action.