Life for Lola

Whilst the ladyfriend and I took the evening air last night on our new health kick (apparently: Power Walk + No Alcohol x Portion Control = weight loss for the ladyfriend. Something I have been trying to say for some time but I wont be one to discourage especially after my wonderful mother's success) Anyway, we started to muse on the possibilities of our future and a preferable lifestyle.
At the moment our dream is to move to the Isle of Wight and open an environmentally kosher camp site/organic small holding/cider press and fossil theme park. It would be good. All year I would parade around in shorts, grow my body hair to alarming lengths and spend the summer ticking off campers for lighting bad bar-b-ques.

During the winter I would run cookery lessons and handy craft courses for gullible women with disposable incomes. In the springtime I would hold a folk festival (packing the ladyfriend off to a greek island first).

A patch of woodland would be exclusively for kids so they can run free, build camps, play cowboys and indians, swallows and amazons. Ofcourse this area would have to be cordoned off with an electric fence to stop them straying into the adult areas but I am getting ahead of myself.
Oh it's a pipe dream ofcourse as the value can go up aswell as down, the best laid plans etc but wouldn't it be something to live on the Isle of Wight a blob of land that is forever England.

Oh by the way, apparently I am read in New Zealand.