The summer has been full of VW campervans. They’ve been everywhere, on every roadside, at every corner, in every car park – yellow, powder blue, orange, cream, rusty, red, and pink. Every colour you can imagine and then some.
I’ve only recently got the campervan bug - it’s an age thing probably. With some middle age men it’s Harleys and sports cars, with me it seems to be campervans.
Sadly, I’ve taken to snapping pictures of other people’s campervans when I come across them – here’s one I bumped into in Criccieth car park, isn’t she a beauty. Sadly again, the closest I’ve come to owning one are my two small campervan snow globes.
Now that summer’s coming to a close I guess they’ll all soon disappear like swallows or summer bees to hide from the winter. First they will be lovingly waxed, polished, shined and chammied, then stored away in campervan hibernation to dream of next summer and the rising of the summer surf.
I have a campervan dream. I dream of buying my own and taking off - all brightly painted and fully kitted – I’d tour the
What a lovely dream, one of many, I have lots more.
Time to stop dreaming though – time to shake up the snow in my snow globes and shake the summer away -- winter’s coming.