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Sullivan

John Fedchock New York Big Band - CARAVAN

Katiyar

Howard Morgen playing Caravan

Cox

Andy H. is selling a 2008 Dodge Grand Caravan in Point Pleasant, WV with a Premier Ad.

Iyer

in caravan now, out of the blazing hot sun

Davis

Butthole Surfers - Mexican caravan

Shimizu

Is luckin forward to Saturday night in the caravan with the wife and no kids! If the caravan is a rockin :)

Thomas

caravan palace - Bambous Visu by THS

Martin

Last minute offer of £170 for the week 27th April - 4th May and only £200 for 4th May till 11th May, ask us for short break prices if you have a date in mind! Spacious 2 Bedroom caravan on a lovely site.

Sasaki

Love seeing the AmericanaramA tour info...they must have gotten that sweet idea from our WYOmericana Caravan tour ;)

Malakar

Caravan - Duke Ellington

Ogawa

.at.Clark62Clark it was a dodge caravan

Wood

I only use genuine manufactures parts when I service a caravan caravan setting the standard

Ochion

Such a dilemma.i seem 2 have won a week in a caravan in trecco.now my dilemma is do i take the kids or do i let my parents take them and i have a week of blissful peace and quiet!!!!!!!!

Reed

Caravan Palace - Brotherswing (JSM)

Poddar

Looking for a small village caravan pitch near Whitby or Pickering. Can anyone help please? thank you

Hasegawa

Vienna Teng Live - "Blue Caravan"

Kelly

Speed Caravan - Kalashnik Love

Taylor

I am planning a MINI’s on Top caravan for Friday the 21st of June, leaving around noon from somewhere in the Worcester/Shrewsbury area and going to Attitash Grand Summit Hotel in Attitash (Bartlett) N.H. I have not decided on a starting point. If you have any suggestions please let me know.

We will take the Kancamagus Hwy to Bear Notch Road to get to the hotel. There will be a scheduled rest stop at the N.H. welcome center on Rt.93 north where hopefully we will pick up a few more MINIs. If you are interested please let me know – I will be creating an event on FB once the start location has been determined.

PLEASE NOTE: Getting there is part of the fun and we will be driven at responsible speeds.

Agrawal

Campworlds Big5, South Africa, Caravan, Campworld, Camping, Equipment, Trailers, Tents, Pre-Owned, C caravan

Okada

inlight of recent events we will now be asking for a £50 damages retainer when you book the static caravan we are also considering putting an age limit on.

Harada

Duke Ellington - Caravan

Fisher

will be going to rainys soon for my holiday money back,she has sold caravan so im getting my money back,was looking forward to going to going to Robin hood camp too.xx

Kondō

Wynton Marsalis - Caravan

Bennett

Funny, best day of our caravan weekend away was actually the one we stayed sober haha :) still feel ill today though, metafit this morning never helped :/ good wee trip, needed the break. Put a few things into perspective! Chill tonight & back to reality tommorow.. Happy days :)

Gairola

Passenger: Caravan

Yoshida

Caravan 「 黄金の道 soundtracks」 Trailer

Tanaka

I might have burned calories just watching this / Caravan palace - Clash (TSC - Forsythe):

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Russell

When I Was Four
More than anything, all those years ago, I remember the buttercups. I was – what? – four years old? And standing in the gently sloping field, I remember the delight, the astonishment of being surrounded by all these tall flowers – almost shoulder high, and I looked about me in wonder at the bright golden flower heads, interwoven with ox-eye daisies and other, unknown meadow flowers. All were almost as tall as I was, and I felt I had strayed into a magic kingdom. I’ve been trying to recapture that feeling all my life.
There were bees, and butterflies. I don’t remember much else about that time really, except for two things, the river and the caravan.
All the mothers who worked on the farm brought their kids with them during the holidays. Some of us, the littler ones, were there all the time, too young to go to school. The group of children ranged in age from toddler to pre-teen, or possibly teenage. I remember the big boys seemed very big, but they may have been just 10 or 12. While our mothers worked in the fields, planting or earthing up or digging up potatoes, or cutting cabbages, or training beans or hops or picking them, or laying straw beneath the strawberry plants or – joyous task! – picking the strawberries, we kids roamed the countryside freely, day in, day out, while the long days of the school holidays lasted, and then the big kids went back to school and there was just me and a couple of babies.
We may have been bored much of the time, but I don’t remember it. We may have squabbled and fought, but again, I can’t remember it now. And very likely it rained, but I only recall days of sunshine and warm soft breezes, of laughter and happiness and freedom. I remember how we kids roamed around in a big bunch, chasing and hiding and climbing and running. I remember one of the big kids pulling me out of the river when I fell in. I remember standing on the little bridge and staring down at the water, and that my Dalek, from Woolworths, fell in and it was borne away a short distance before disappearing from my sight and I was inconsolable.
Yes, the river. Bodies of water have always seemed to draw me – perhaps a link to a seafaring ancestor? – and between the ages of 4 and around 17, I fell in pretty much every body of water I went near. I spent many hours sitting in the sunshine waiting for my clothes to dry.
I don’t remember the clothes I first wore when we used to go ‘to the fields’ – but after a short while – or maybe after payday – my Mum bought me something new and exciting and wonderful – my first jeans. I remember the waist was elasticated and that the broad stretchy band was soft and fuzzy on the inside and I loved the feel of it. I doubt the new jeans stayed stiff and dark blue for long, what with scrambling up trees and over stiles and gates, crawling through dirt and up and rolling down hills, but I never stopped loving my jeans.
Of course, for the hottest part of the year, there were shorts. And I did love my shorts, even to the point of wearing them at Christmas, with long socks and a jumper and my knees turning blue with cold. I hated skirts and dresses and girly stuff.
Footwear was again a choice of 2 simple pleasures – red T-bar sandals for the summer and black wellies for the winter. I loved both of these. I’m fairly sure I tried to wear my new wellies to bed once, though that may have been one of my cousins.
So, it was stripey t-shirt, shorts and sandals by day during the summer, my dark hair done up in one long fat plait with a paint-brush end down my back. And for the winter it was a hand-knitted jumper, jeans and wellies – what was there not to love?
As I’ve said, the river used to draw us kids, and we enjoyed the countryside, chasing, climbing, hiding, but the best, most amazing thing about this part of the farm was what lay at the top of a sloping field. Something I had never seen before, something that seemed at once magical, yet homely.
A caravan.
An old gypsy caravan, it had been parked there, I suppose, as a refuge from the weather for workers or whomever. We kids found endless hours of amusement in it. The girls particularly, were keen to play house and furnish the bare walls and floor from their imaginations.
The caravan had been completely stripped of all the colourful and ingenious fittings that normally make a caravan a home. And I don’t remember if it was brightly painted outside or not.
I can remember how much I loved the echoey noise my feet made as I clomped up and down the bare boards, and how we used to put dusty soil into the abandoned grate and as we stirred it up with sticks, pretend the dust that rose was smoke from the embers. And I enjoyed sitting on the top step looking out across the fields.
I wasn’t brave or adventurous like some of the other, bigger kids, and they could never persuade me to jump from the top step as they did, it was scary-high. But I managed to jump from the bottom step and the middle step.
There was a handsome young man called Roy. He wasn’t one of the kids. At sixteen he was one of the grown-ups and he worked on the farm, driving the tractor. He always waved to me, and would often stop and talk to me. I – of course – followed him around with the worshipful attitude of a small puppy. He used to stop the big kids picking on me, so there must have been squabbles and rivalries after all, and I still remember his kindness to a little kid with gratitude.
But looking back to that time, the overwhelmingly pervasive memory of those days for me is that of standing shoulder-deep amongst a crowd of buttercups and feeling as though I were part of something magical and beautiful. I’m still trying to recapture that moment when I was four.