Part of the love of caravanning is a love of non-urban living. A love of living outside these all enveloping cities, a love of escaping the concrete jungle and living ‘out there’. That is what drives so many people into the caravan: the chance to live out in the clean air for a while. It is a wonderful feeling, waking up to the countryside, waking up to the trees, waking up to grass and freedom. That feeling is beautiful and is a key reason for the desire to caravan that has long gripped so many in this country and beyond.


But, unfortunately, we are not all young forever, alas the cold hand of mortality rests on our shoulder every day and will, at the time it sees fit, slowly reach round to our neck and usher us into the underworld. Into the dirt and the darkness. In an endless sleep. Into one more day where there is no tomorrow. Into into our final chapter, into death, my dear friends, into death. But long before we have death the lucky amongst us, the ones who are lucky to grow old before they die, face decay, a slow or a fast one who knows, but a a decay never the less. To live in a state of decay is to live a life of compromise and regret, but it should still be to live. Not just to survive, but to live.


So how to do this? Well one compromise of the ageing caravanner is that they may have to hang up their wheels and get off the road. A horrible decision to have to make I know, but perhaps a decision that must be made for some. So what to do? Retreat to the urban underworld and never see a tree again? Resort to some village? Well, if you can afford rural living then good luck my friend. But for some neither option is desirable or possible. So what about permanently moving into some of the beautiful holiday homes dotted around the country? ( The communities in these places are a lovely mix of the type of community you will recognize from your time on caravan parks around the country, but with the deeper roots that you will know from village life. A good mix for the ageing body and mind.