The Little Green Car sallies forth

Oh, the life and times of the Little Green Car have been tumultuous recently. After a fairly consistent year, the technically brilliant driver's window system (which involved a nifty mime impression with both hands to lift and lower it) failed miserably when it fell inside the door after going over a speed bump and the MOT loomed - I long for a life when MOTs don't loom... Anyway, it cost a bit but she survived (thanks to the very nice garage people). And then came even more tumultuous times - the Rather Bigger Gold Car has problems. Again. And so the Little Green Car has been promoted ... to main family car ... which entails transporting us on the annual boho jaunt to Cornwall, surfing, sand, festivals, tents ... Car jenga has ensued - it's amazing what you can fit in a Nissan Micra!

So here we are, in our happy place, after a stop at the perfection of Eden and it's fabulous YHA. We have left Uncle Mark to house-sit and sallied forth in minimalist fashion. The Miracle Girl does not appear to have downsized on clothes despite the requirements of the Little Green Car ... but, at the moment, I can honestly say that I really don't care ...

In my happy place...

...well, one of them . My other main one is where we go in Cornwall, on the Lizard. We are in the Lakes, at a pub called the Tower Bank Arms. It's from Beatrix Potter, there's a picture in Jemima Puddleduck. I have two others... but they're from long ago and far away...

And while I'm here I'm making a step forward - I miss this ... I miss writing - and this is a chance to do that, so...

So, has anything changed? No not really - still no stability ... still no security ... still basically flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants but with none of the benefits of itinerancy ... still no campervan ... hey ho!

But still looking forward ... and smiling ... tonight ...