David,
I am a miserable bastard at the best of times and finding someone to share the confines of a box, regardless of whether the propulsion is self contained or otherwise is not my idea of fun. Necessity, yes, and I do find my own company very pleasureable for short periods of time. However, I would never dwell on the niceties of a thetford cassette dung container as a form of conversation, nor, as Walter has highlighted, sit on a rather uncomfortable folding metal seat in a field somewhere. About two miles away near Arlesey, there is a bridge of arguable architectural merit that overflies the London to Edinburgh main line railway line. Trains fly through at all times of the night. Why oh why do hoards of caravanners take their vehicles and nestle in the shadow of a flyover carrying speeding lorries towards the A1, a noise interspersed with the sound of a passing high speed train? They sit there all weekend? The only thing of interest in arlesey is its reputation of having the longest high street in the country! It is unofficially a dump.
I do spend around three nights a week 50 weeks a year in a motor home, yes, but I'd much rather be at home! I did spend several weeks in one of these boxes as a child but my therapist says I'm nearly over it!
