DZ has a confession. He owns a touring caravan. He is one of those at the front of every queue of slow moving traffic, with even the farmer on his tractor fuming behind him.
I recently went on a little holiday, simply following my nose with my home in tow and found myself on a very small caravan site somewhere in England. Despite it being the height of the holiday season there was no-one else there. We were all alone.
In more ways than one. As we tried the various marvels of modern science we found firstly that there was no phone signal, at all. Nor could we get internet. Then we found we could not get any TV, or even radio reception. We were utterly cut off and alone. I didn't know you could find such places in the UK. It was nice being able, for the first time in years, to remove my tinfoil hat.
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