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240 CARAVAN DAYSwindows in the morning, for you see a little forethoughtand knowledge of weather conditions ofthe district. . . .All day itEast.rained in torrents from the North-SIEGLINDA pounded along through the puddles,hermetically sealed, and the only cheerful itemin the outlook was the figure ofHerbert, whichcertainly did something to set off the flat,closedfront of the van. In Stranraer I had bought forhim a beautiful bright yellow oilskin coat witha sou'-wester hat to match, in which get-up,glistening with descending streamlets,he posedas a commanding figure-head.Rain does not always fit very well into the lifeof the caravanner perhaps, and that is a matterof great regret to me. There is no doubt that arunning cargo of wet clothes is more than anycaravan can carry, so that one is forced to defendoneself with mackintoshes, and cannot go outfreely to get wet through as I prefer to do. ThereI have a grudge against caravanning as onewho has tried to set me at variance with anold friend and crony. There isperhaps a slightbalance here in favour of a more settled life, inwhich it is possible to go out, for instance, andembrace whole-heartedly those glorious days