>I’m a caravan fan. I don’t mean the ice-white megaboxes cluttering the slow lanes of every motorway in Europe. I mean fading beauties like these found in the backroads of our land. Much-loved hideaways, lit by gas mantle. Aluminium whistling kettle. Musty, dog-eared books. The toilet is a bucket in the dark.
The type I like – basically a tin shack on wheels – are inevitably becoming rare. The last one I found was this one:
which is at Blacklunans on the way to Spittal Of Glenshee in the Highlands.