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And then there were none…
Written by Imogen
So after getting mellow and disheartened and slightly unmotivated to do anything the world has once again tipped on it axis (axes? not sure about that one) and yet again Im hurtling in another direction to the one I thought I was on.
Went to Dorset, stayed in a gypsy caravan, got engaged and had a generally awesome weekend.
It was around 15:00 last Saturday in a field in Compton Abbas that I relaxed a little bit. Sitting on a vintage eiderdown on the bed in the corner of this showman’s caravan I had a view out of the tiny window of 2 horses and a donkey called Scrumpy grazing outside. I was reading a book about Gypsys that happened to be in one of the tiny tiny cupboards embedded with mirrors and painted swirls. The old radio was on and faintly illuminated from within as the sun was setting outside and the man was asleep with his head leaning on my shoulder. I could only find 2 channels on the radio and one of them seemed to be Belgian so I stuck with Radio 4 and listened to an Agatha Christie play while flicking through pages stuffed full of photos from the 30s of children sitting round camp fires and men smoking pipes sitting on horses.
I’d seen the play as a film by mistake (I avoid Agatha Christie because they scare me – no joke) and had loved the atmosphere it created. Proper curl up on a sofa with duvet murder mystery. It was even better on the radio in a cosy caravan in Dorset with no mobile reception, no tv and no one else around.