I leapt right in. Best to get started with the talking before you allow the brain/editor to censor your thinking.
‘The day we met? Well some people had come down from Leicester. They had funny sounding names. They were parked up on a triangle of land in the backwoods somewhere. They were considering joining us later. Someone said we should go and see them. That’s when I first met her.’
Her bus was painted in bright colours like a gypsy wagon.
It was a Bedford and had a big silver badge on the nose to say so. A strange bearded god with a spear.
The bus was decorated with Celtic knot work. This was a sign that you were a together traveller. The sweet smell of incense hit your nose before you went inside. The walls were lined with planks of heavily varnished pine. A fire burned in the range. You had to take your boots off before you were allowed inside. Things were homely.Apart from the Doberman pincer growling in front of the fire.