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She is at present having her bottom touched up to prepare her for the winter. I'm not sure how I will take to the life of a vagabond but, just in case I do take to it, I have put my Christmas list up already. It includes kaftans, tie-died t-shirts, beads, patchouli oil, extension hair braids and loon pants.

There is space enough for a banjo or two and a small cupboard where a fishing road and reel will fit, so as Mr Toad once said, "Poop! Poop!".

One of the things I'm hoping to do is get round some more of the festivals next year.Ìý There are so many that, as ever, it's going to be a hard choice to make.

I'd love to get to the for a number of reasons - it's a great festival with loads of wonderful music; I've always wanted to see the , one of the great henges of Europe; and it also has some good fishing.

I'd also love to go to again - though whether they¹d let me park my van outside the Elsinor or The Jolly Sailors is another matter. Whitby would be a lurch down memory lane for me since it was there, at the festival, that I had some of the best times of my life with music and friends that were and are second to none.

Then there's , and what about - it's years since I appeared there - and then there's , that's always a cracker of a festival . . . so much to do, so little time.

Anyroad up, as soon as Molly's bottom is well again, I'll sit down with the map and my diary and work stuff out. If you see an orange and white campervan belching patchouli oil coming towards you, watch out, it could be me.