I am now ‘the lady in the van’.

I am not parked next to Alan Bennett, but to Alex the handyman. I am not in a driveway in North London but on the edge of Lake Rotorua, Aotearoa , New Zealand. There the comparison must end, as I would hate to turn out like the wonderful character played by Maggie Smith in the recent movie.
Our perfect little caravan will be my pied-a-terre for the next ten weeks, while I work in Rotorua four days a week. The caravan site has a spacious brick paved area, outdoor table, two spa pools nearby, freshly filled each day, and just right at 39degrees.
I have power, water, and new neighbours every day.

This morning, I woke to a red streaked sunrise. There were pukekos striding along the well mown lawn, their red beaks glinting in the low sun. I wandered along a bush path beside a steaming thermal stream and down to the lake.
Siting my caravan near the house of the aforesaid handyman, Alex, with his confident, burly presence gives me confidence about being a lady on her own in a van. The winter nights in Rotorua can be long and cold, and I would imagine the caravan park will often be empty.
But it seems like a good idea at the moment. Watch this space.
Have just found this blog, Ceri. How are your caravan adventures this year? Mind you dont know how so might not be able to again!! Cheers Isabel