

Caravan’s “C'thlu Thlu” (1973) is a progressive rock piece that evokes a sense of creeping dread, paranoia, and the supernatural, heavily influenced by H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos. The lyrics describe a haunting experience, featuring dark, otherworldly atmosphere, a, cold, and a relentless, pulling force that suggests a psychological or ancient, chthonic entity. via PopMatters
The site supervisor came round for a property inspection with the new site supervisor this morning (the other one is leaving) and they both had a go at me and my boyfriend for not cleaning the windows outside baring in mind it’s been pissing down and we’ve been in a cold snap on and off for months in the UK they said we have “the dirtiest caravan on site” when I said about our bed getting damp on it they blamed us for having it up against the wall and said we were causing “damage to the caravan” I mean that is a fair point but at the same time we’ve got a superking size bed and we literally don’t have the space to put it anywhere else, when I pulled the bed out yesterday there was fucking white mold growing on one of the divan bases that I had to scrub with mold spray, I also had to scrub the wall next to the bed as well because my boyfriend has been coughing and had a bad reaction to it, we were also told to take the black film off the windows we put up in the summer to try and keep the heat out because she said it was causing worse condensation but i genuinely assumed that window film worked both ways in keeping the heat out in the summer and stopping heat escaping in the winter and I’d hoped it would make our place warmer she also recommended we buy it last July she whatsapped me the fucking Amazon link mate.
The whole thing was just about berating us I get that maintenance is important and yeah I have let the damp build up especially on our doors but I’ve been depressed as fuck for about 2 months, crying myself to sleep some nights and i’ve been trying to be there for my boyfriend who also struggles with depression and ADHD, losing our cat on Christmas Day hit us both hard as well as other stresses, it’s not an excuse the reality is I hate where I live so much because of the slum like conditions, the constant noise from my neighbour and the motorways as well as the site supervisor having mood swings and bullying the tenants on the WhatsApp group which makes me extremely uncomfortable that I’ve simply given up the will to give a shit about this place beyond doing bog standard house work like hoovering, washing and drying, making the bed, light cleaning, washing stuff up to put in the dishwasher and that’s kind of it. For the first time in my life I’m not on antidepressants so idk if that’s making it worse or what but the main thing is losing our cat. It’s hard to care about keeping a place sparkling clean and to the standards my site supervisor wants it when it’s effecting mine and my boyfriend’s mental health so badly, I told the site supervisor we both struggle with mental health issues last summer and she shamed us on the WhatsApp group and said “too many people were pulling the mental health card to not get things done” this is because i didn’t wanna put weedkiller down on our drive that could make our at the time cat sick.
We’ve been given a letter from our landlord saying if we don’t clean up within a week he’ll serve us an eviction notice, he said something about clearing up rubbish or something but no clue what that means on my life there’s absolutely no rubbish on our drive we have a shed, our washing machine and tumble dryer, a clothes thing, a van vault and the outside catio structure we built for our cat maybe he’s talking about the catio idk but I’m not taking it down until we leave cos there’s no point.
I don’t wanna be homeless but at the same time I think a tiny part of me would feel semi relieved to be free of this place, even if we do everything we’re told to do I feel like it’s gonna be something else that results in an eviction tbh, this woman is a fucking busy body and nosy in every way possible to the point where it’s inappropriate she literally messaged my boyfriend yesterday saying she noticed his van was outside and asked if she could come round and do the property inspection even though we had it booked in for today, she also asked about mail I get sent here, along with other shit.
As mentioned I’ve lost the will to care, I lost the will to care even before losing our cat but now it’s even worse, I’m trying to be adult about this and I am admitting my failures of upkeep but the site supervisor and the way she bullies and gossips about people around here as well as picking on us for little things and where one minute she’s our mate the next she’s our enemy and is being temperamental as fuck has drained the life out of me and my bf, I can’t cope with this level of insanity anymore 😭 she’s more concerned about clean windows than people committing noise pollution or doing drugs and drinking, she’s like an even worse version of Randy from Trailer Park Boys lmao because Randy whilst annoying is at least mentally healthy and not a bully.
Either way I’ve had enough and me and my boyfriend are gonna look to move ASAP cos we can’t get anywhere with the council. I just wanna live somewhere in peace and quiet, in privacy and with a landlord who’s not bullying or invasive. I can only hope for better things and stay positive. Anyway sorry for the long rant lol
🎬 Title: Caravan
Story: This film tells the story of an outsider in a small English town who becomes the target of a wrathful mother following an unexpected meeting with her two young sons.
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📅 Release date: July 15, 2020
⏱️ Runtime: 13 minutes
🎭 Genres: Drama, Western
🎬 Director: William Michael Anderson
✍️ Writer: William Michael Anderson
🌍 Countries: United Kingdom
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🎬 Title: Caravan / Karavan
Story: Feeling overwhelmed by the demands of motherhood, Ester takes a bold step by stealing a caravan and escaping to southern Italy with her son David, who has an intellectual disability. Along their journey, they encounter a young drifter whose kind spirit brings a sense of freedom, lightness, and unexpected optimism to their unconventional family.
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Sunday 25th January 2026
There is a fine line between being classified as having rustic charm, and being delapidated. This property has definitely crossed it, and yet it does still retain something. Perhaps it is that potential to succeed as a good property that convinces to give it the benefit of the doubt.
We left Merredin early this morning, but before we did, we popped into town and drove the streets we hadn’t so far visited. The wide boulevards, dual carriageways even, would give one the opinion that this is a very busy, large town, which it isn’t. Its reason to exist is: it is halfway between Perth and Kalgoorlie, people came with the gold rush in 1888, the railway arrived in tha late 1800s, water was piped in, in 1903, and the cemetery opened in 1912. What a town! It has everything going for it. But, population is falling, and shops are emptying. Perversly, in 2023, just to rub salt in troubled waters, there was a syphilis outbreak in Merredin, which seemed to spread across WA from the Kimberley region! This is not like catching a cold! What were they up to. The outbreak started in Kimberley WA in 2014 and quickly spread across the state. In all there have been over 1500 cases in this region in the last 4 years, and some deaths. And it is still happening, apparently.
We set off towards the climbing sun, travelling East along the Eastern Highway 94. For most of our journey we follow, as before, the water pipe and the railway. This water pipe commissioned in 1903, is 350 miles long, being fed from the hills above Perth to the minefields of Kalgoorlie. It will take a splish of water 5 to 11 days to travel its length, and will arrive in a 2 million gallon tank reservoir serving the serious mining town of Kalgoorlie.
Our first quest was to find No.1 Rabbit Proof Fence, or at least any remaining evidence of it. It was constructed in 1901, continuing from north to south, with a total length of 1139 miles with the intention of keeping rabbits away from crops. Apparently their numbers were in the billions, so a good bit of munching might well occur. We took a diversion away from highway 94 into the nether regions where there was supposed to be a section remaining. We drove long, empty, dusty roads following rudimentary instructions in our guide, and just as we were about to settle for a bit of rusty wire, along came a farmer who pointed us in the right direction. Success, so we returned along the long, empty, dusty roads again, rejoining the highway. 100 meters up the road, however, we found what we had been looking for. Oh, well, it was a nice long, empty, dusty road, just 30kms of it.
The first town of any size we reached was Southern Cross, so named because pioneers followed the Southern Cross constellation. All the town roads are named after stars. Strangely, on approaching the town, we were guided by Google maps on a weird diversion away from an otherwise empty road. The only explanation might be a well positioned police car facilitating stop and breatherlising drivers in both directions. The Google lady knows full well we had not been near a pub but skilfully guided us around it anyway! We ate our lunch and observed the fun.
Finally, we reached our destination for the next 3 nights, a mobile caravan, in a caravan park in Kalgoorlie. It does, seem a little improvement on the last accommodation though.
Before settling down for the evening though, we thought a short excursion into town would be good. Tomorrow is Australia Day, and it’s important to know what might be open, and what is going to observe public holiday, oh and we thought a pub would be good too. Now I know you won’t believe me when I say that we were unaware of the dress code for the barmaids in the Exchange Hotel, Kalgoorlie. Basically, it is dress down day, everyday. They just had little bras and pants on. Not Bridget Jones pants either might I say. Their mums would have told them to go put something on. They call it skimpies. The pub was a typical Aussie, loud pub; miners and mining staff, sports screen, rough language, work hard/ play hard environment. We might go again.
ps. It was 43 degrees as we entered the caravan site. There’s a bloke here having a bbq; flames and everything. He must be cooking himself!

Chez nous, Merredin

Rabbit Proof Fence & Martine, of course. Well it kept Martine out, anyway.


Kalgoorlie


Inside the Exchange Hotel


Kalgoorlie mining museum

Kalgoorlie
