PINK PIG

 

PINK PIG

She was rusty and filthy from her life as a chicken shed, but she was only £200. They got her engine going, fitted a small cooker, storage, and a mattress, and painted her bright pink.

 Pink Pig took them through France, picking grapes, down into Spain, then a ferry across to Tenerife. Thirty years of printing tee-shirts, selling ice-cream, building houses, before the lure of his native Ireland was too strong to resist.

 What became of Pink Pig? They sold her to an Italian couple they met on the beach – for all they know, she may still be travelling.

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My daughter and her husband did just as described above - Pink Pig even had eyelashes! After visiting them in Tenerife many times, we went to join them, though we flew rather than driving down in a pink van. Fifteen years later we returned to England, a year before they moved to Ireland.

So I can't see a battered old van without thinking of the adventures they had in Pink Pig - the people they met, the places they've been, their solar-powered showers (a plastic water container left on the roof while they picked grapes, and a gravity-fed hose with shower head attached!) their meals shared with passing tramps.

Thanks to Russell Gayer for the trip down memory lane, and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers, which starts when the image comes out on Wednesdays, and if you leave writing your story till Friday, you've pretty much missed the boat and not many people read it!