Geoffry wrote:
Geist - I thought you advocated hefty German vans and in fact either had one or had ordered one? Why's that then?⇦br/>
I suppose, thinking about it, that my purchase of a caravan (even though I'm aware that doom is impending) is a swan song - a reprise, a final bow as the Fat Lady warbles her last few notes
I recall thinking, as I looked at the Geist in April this year, "Your days are numbered! - it won't be long before you are the most colossal of white elephants, a 1.5 tonne box requiring a substantial tow car in an age of escalating fuel costs and ever fiercer criticism from the beardie earth-lovers.
I *know* what it's all about, of course! - remember 'Tootles The Taxi', in the Ladybird series? - I read that when I was five or six (I was a precocious child with a reading age well in advance of my years - occasioned by the fact that my family was one of the seven in Britain not to own a TV set in the late 1950's ;
'Tootles' was (for those who don't know) a series of poems and illustrations featuring various vehicles found on Britain's roads in the 1950's - 'Bertie the Bulldozer', 'Maurice the milk-float', etc - and among that company was 'Coco the Caravan'!
"I'm Coco the caravan,
Towed by a car..... (forget the rest, but I'm sure others here can supply the missing lines but it ended:
"Windows with curtains,
A real home-from-home,
A warm friendly welcome
Wherever I roam'
Which deathless prose was accompanied by a picture of Coco (actually, a decidedly 1930's looking caravan) sited on a hill top at dusk - the sky a deep purple, clouds turned into fire by the last rays of the dying sun, and Coco spilling warmth and light into the gathering dusk from his (her?) open windows and door.
See? - I can recall that picture after nearly half a century! - such was the deep impression made on the mind of a young child who's parents were too poor to afford an indoor lavatory, much less a caravan and the car required to pull it!
All the money I have wasted on caravans in the last 20+ years is due solely to that book and the potency of it's illustrations.
In these insane days I could probably now sue the publishers for deeply rooted childhood emotional trauma, and recoup some of my losses
Geist - I thought you advocated hefty German vans and in fact either had one or had ordered one? Why's that then?⇦br/>
I suppose, thinking about it, that my purchase of a caravan (even though I'm aware that doom is impending) is a swan song - a reprise, a final bow as the Fat Lady warbles her last few notes
I recall thinking, as I looked at the Geist in April this year, "Your days are numbered! - it won't be long before you are the most colossal of white elephants, a 1.5 tonne box requiring a substantial tow car in an age of escalating fuel costs and ever fiercer criticism from the beardie earth-lovers.
I *know* what it's all about, of course! - remember 'Tootles The Taxi', in the Ladybird series? - I read that when I was five or six (I was a precocious child with a reading age well in advance of my years - occasioned by the fact that my family was one of the seven in Britain not to own a TV set in the late 1950's ;
'Tootles' was (for those who don't know) a series of poems and illustrations featuring various vehicles found on Britain's roads in the 1950's - 'Bertie the Bulldozer', 'Maurice the milk-float', etc - and among that company was 'Coco the Caravan'!
"I'm Coco the caravan,
Towed by a car..... (forget the rest, but I'm sure others here can supply the missing lines
but it ended:"Windows with curtains,
A real home-from-home,
A warm friendly welcome
Wherever I roam'
Which deathless prose was accompanied by a picture of Coco (actually, a decidedly 1930's looking caravan) sited on a hill top at dusk - the sky a deep purple, clouds turned into fire by the last rays of the dying sun, and Coco spilling warmth and light into the gathering dusk from his (her?) open windows and door.
See? - I can recall that picture after nearly half a century! - such was the deep impression made on the mind of a young child who's parents were too poor to afford an indoor lavatory, much less a caravan and the car required to pull it!
All the money I have wasted on caravans in the last 20+ years is due solely to that book and the potency of it's illustrations.
In these insane days I could probably now sue the publishers for deeply rooted childhood emotional trauma, and recoup some of my losses
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