Thursday, 5 March 2009


Of holidays in gypsy caravans and log cabins.

Tucked away from the world in a yurt bedecked with turquoise painted furniture and snuggling beneath patchwork quilts as the wood-burning fire keeps us warm.

Or lounging in polyester p-js in a retro pineclad fantasy with egg chair,where's the sauna?

Stealing time with my gypsy king in a Romany caravan, life under the stars imagining a life trudging through dusty roads like in a Thomas Hardy novel( although with a happy ending) romantic,eh?

Holiday porn from this wonderful place.
I need a holiday, can you tell?

I have had lines from Maya Angelou's poem,Still I Rise going round my head today.
These excerpts in particular have been echoing around my little brain, it gives me strength..

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
I rise
I rise

The poem is even more powerful and moving when you hear Maya Angelou recite her words.
Holding fast over the next few weeks.


the letters i wish i'd written said...

I would just like to point out, if I may be so bold, that the retro pine clad dwelling with egg chair and possible sauna, does in fact appear to be missing Burt Reynolds.....

Lynne said...

I love the top image - I would so love to go and stay there!

Peonies and Polaroids said...

How gorgeous. I would love to wonder off in a Romany caravan.

ps, you won! Send me an email with your photo of choice to

peonies @ btinternet . com

Flora said...

NO WAY! Oo how exciting!Jumping up and down... I never win things!!
Thank you so much.

Thanks for reading Lynne,looks fab doesn't it?
And letters, I am starting to think you have a thing for moustached men!
Do make me laugh!

Rosalie said...

That caravan, too gorgeous. Could be a possible addition to our honeymoon thanks! :)