Running Away with the Gypsies...

A couple of times a year Gypsy caravans and horses set up camp within a mile from my house.  I live in a busy town, so this is a novel sight.  I pass these on my way to work and they always make me smile and reflect on the virtues of simple living.  When my sons stress me out I joke with them and tell them I am going to run away with the gypsies.  I would love one of these caravans in the back garden what a fabulous Summer House it would be.  I love the little terrier looking out of the window as I took this picture.

A couple of these caravans look like work in progress.  I must admit they lose their appeal for me on a harsh, frosty morning.

They have about six of these horses that make the area look 'Olde worlde' as they graze by the roadside.  I love them they look so sweet natured.

I also think they look adorable in their winter woolly coats.

I am a bit of a dreamer and the sight of these make my imagination run riot,  my Dad tells some of our ancestors on his side of the family were travelling 'Carnies' so maybe it is something in my blood.