A Gypsy Life

A GYPSY LIFE As a child I had the privilege to live in a Ledger and loved it, it was warm and it had its own wood stove where my Mam made only the best of meals, it was painted in green with ornate flowers and curve designs of gold and cream, why my dad plonked it in the middle of a field I had no idea, but; the nursery school run was fun, my Mam would have to stand in the field to keep the ram getting to me as I legged it across the field to the gate, then she had to run herself to out run the ram, she didn’t always make it, fun days. I remember so much of it, how could I forget it, if I had a wish, it would to be able to live in that Vardo all over again . . . A child so lucky, lived in a gypsy Vardo. O' I miss it so. Indiana Shaw . . : (