Digging a Hole.

I’m attempting a little excavation. Sounds dramatic, but it’s all in the name of future loveliness. You see, I’m a little bit obsessed with owning one of those fab retro caravans.

This is Constance. Isn't she wonderful? She's available to hire (!!) - if you live in the UK - from SnailTrail This lovely pic of Constance is from their website.

This is Constance. Isn't she wonderful? She's available to hire (!!) - if you live in the UK - from SnailTrail
This lovely pic of Constance is from their website.

I grew up in a caravanning family. And we had a cracker. It was a Franklin Arrow. (1972 I think). In fact, the old Franklin was my first home. I was born when mum and dad were touring the country… I happened to arrive in Brisbane on their holiday. (Sorry about that mum and dad.) And apparently I was a colicky baby who didn’t sleep very much... (sorry about that everyone-else-in-the-caravan-park).

Here I am with mum in our rad caravan. c1973.

Here I am with mum in our rad caravan. c1973.

I have a vision of one day sitting in my dream retro caravan sipping coffee - it’ll have a fantastic (red) coffee machine - Orla Kiely wallpaper, sweet curtains and cute pictures on the walls, the sunshine streaming in, birdies singing outside, and I'll be inside, writing this blog. It’ll be my creative space. My sanctuary away from the dishes and washing and un-vacuumed floors, (but still within reach of our wi-fi) and there I shall be struck with waves of awesome sunshiny inspiration and write, and create, and invite friends for G&Ts (mixed with our fabulous local tonic by Daylesford and Hepburn Mineral Springs Co) on warm Summer evenings (I’ll have fairy lights) (and Aerogard). …And of course you’re invited!

BUT! Before this heavenly vision of caravanny-creativity and cocktails can happen… I have to dig a hole. (SLAM! There it is… back to reality.)

You see, we live on a hill. It is not caravan friendly. So I need a flat space to park it. Landscaping is expensive. My hand-me-down shovel is free… (and doubles as ace exercise) so off I go…  shoveling out a significant chunk of hill to park my sweet future caravan.

UGH... I have SUCH a long way to go...

Pfft. I thought miners were well paid?

Pfft. I thought miners were well paid?

Along the way I have found countless treasures…

beautiful bits of broken china,

weird bits of unrecognisable old metal things,

The rusty look is totally now.

The rusty look is totally now.

amazing glass bottles,

Ooooh dirty old bottles...

Ooooh dirty old bottles...

and smashed bits of history

Some of them are old Daylesford lemonade bottles... I know... wow!

Some of them are old Daylesford lemonade bottles... I know... wow!

and a few large grumpy spiders...

small photo because it’s icky...

small photo because it’s icky...

I love all these treasures from the past. Daylesford is an old gold mining town, and there’s loads of history in the dirt. I get a little gung-ho-Indiana-Jones on my archaeological digs and get quite excited when I delicately extract another piece of blue and white china… It keeps the digging a little more exciting than just a dirty-shovel-fest. I’m (not so) secretly hoping that one day I’ll pull out a heeuuuge nugget someone forgot… to pay for my new Airstream and the landscape guy with his bobcat buddies.

Till then…. I can still have a G&T at sunset right? … in my hole?

The Dirt Bar is open.  (Not sponsored... we just love this stuff!)

The Dirt Bar is open. 
(Not sponsored... we just love this stuff!)

Wanna join me? Could you bring some more limes over please? I’ll string up the fairy lights.

- Kathy x

ps... take a peek at my dream caravan inspo over on our Pinterest page: http://www.pinterest.com/golddustdays/caravan-o-lurve/