My home. My haven

Today I'm the only one home. K is hard at work moving stock with the forklift attachment on the tractor he fixed yesterday.



K hard at work on the old tractor

Yesterday I made an emergency run with the ute to town so it could do a "transformers" like morph into THE SHED and disgorge a vital  part. Mr Fix It worked his magic again. Good thing too, or he would be unloading three pallets of alcohol for the pub by hand.
Anyway back to my thought for today. I am on my own in need of a peaceful couple of hours. What makes a personal haven?  And how do I create one in our tiny mobile space?

Camp armchair.
So comfy with the footrest up
 

Sometimes my haven is my camp lounge chair with the footrest up, facing the trees while I knit or crochet and enjoy quiet interaction with nature
Or maybe it is sitting in the annex on a warm night with a book and the live music from the bistro traveling up the hill.

My private bit of bush

Or strumming the guitar or dulcimer in the caravan doorstep. Music always does it for me.



Bed at night, lounge room by day.

Or my bed in daybed mode, with pillows, a coffee and a movie. Sometimes the contained small space that is our home is exactly what my cluttered mind needs.

Not that I hide inside all day.
While the caravan is located in a caravan park, as it is during the working part of our life, I am blessed and enriched by daily interactions with fellow campers. We are a sociable bunch, ever ready to help each other out or sit and share our experiences  of tiny mobile living. But.....


Sometimes like today I just want my space!  I'm off to lounge inside.



Cheers Sue
A Ferg on the Move

Where's the stuff?

Our house and the back yard -or one of them anyway

 

Although we bought the caravan intending to be permanent grey nomads it was, for the first two years, our visitor's room and our holiday home. So it had plastic picnic ware, old pots and pans, bedding and other bits an pieces so we could just throw our clothes in, grab some food and go.

When we packed up from the last rental house, having sold our property a few years before and finally reached a blessed state of "kid-less-ness", we removed the holiday gear and packed the van with the things from the  house that we thought we needed or couldn't do without.

Most of the rest went to friends family and neighbours. In half of our daughter's storage area are boxes of books, photos, K's heavy tools, various spare parts he couldn't bear to throw away and a some paintings. (Incidentally these boxes have not been opened in for 4 years so I suspect that one day we will need to have a throw out.)

What is in the van and car is what we carry with us.  Our whole life is in the caravan and car.

Cheers
Sue
A Ferg on the Move




Caravan equals house

For six years now a caravan has been my full-time home. At first in a city caravan park while I finished out my last year teaching in a city school and then as home on wheels wherever we go.
Life has settled into a comfortable pattern whereby for the dry season we, my husband and I, live and work in an outback town on the Stuart Highway in the Northern Territory. He works in a tourist park and I help out sometimes, but mostly relief teach in indigenous schools. Then when the park calms down we roam.


Getting from a four bedroom house to a caravan was an exercise in simplification.




Some of you might follow our friend Phil's blog HOUSE OF SIMPLE. I made a comment about our lifestyle on the blog and Phil said, "write".


So here it is. Maybe you will find my ramblings interesting.



Sue.
A Ferg on the move

Welcome

So here we are. It's 7.30 pm. I have just finished a fantastic dinner of lamb, brought with us frozen from our daughter's farm when we drove up here from NSW in May. Here is 100k south of Katherine NT, and frozen means in our little WACO fridge freezer. Inside our caravan two long steps from me my husband is making coffee and the temperature outside is cooling down to a lovely 20 degrees. This is our simple life. Hope you enjoy my ramblings.