The Rig

the Safari and the Merc have been paired up at last, and have taken their maiden voyage as a couple. She does not actually look like this yet (the stripe has not been painted due to excessive rainfall), but I amused myself on photoshop, and brought the vision to life..

The week has been damp and gloomy, both physically and spiritually. The caravan has let in water. We have been working every night till the early hours to finish our work and are tired and disorganised. The rain has prevented me from painting the 'go slower' stripe on the caravan. The house is full of damp, drying washing, and the days seem over before they have begun.
But today Mark's orders are complete, and the film I have been editing is finished, and suddenly everything seems like it's actually happenning. We have good friends and neighbours cooking us 'last suppers' and there is a pile of bagage on the landing, waiting to be packed in the car. Another media company have been in touch about a future project. We have learnt from experience not to put too much stead in their enthusiasm, but who knows? You have to follow these things, otherwise you'll never know what will happen.

The girls have both had their hair cut for ease of brushing during the trip. They are already starting to look like travellers. They ask for patches on their clothes when the sewing machine is out, and are revelling in the anti fashion ethos. They are at caravan school and can wear whatever they want. They have learnt all the lyrics to Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now' in 2 days.