Living in a Caravan Park in a small Fishing village

Living in a Caravan Park in a small Fishing village

Now I am again a recluse hiding in the sanctity of my unit, the curtains drawn against the peepers, the smokers who like to peer while they smoke, and my life is the keyboard and the computer. When it is dark, I pack up the lighted areas, and retire to the bedroom to read. All my belongings are in storage, except for my beloved washing machine, which I got right out, the computer and the guitar Continue reading Living in a Caravan Park in a small Fishing village