The Smell of Gas Mantles

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few hours you’ll be somewhere new, exotic, and warm?These days, we view travel as an unassailable human right. Let’s return for a moment to a simpler time.Our caravan was on the coast of Scotland, in the East Neuk of Fife. Constructed of wood and aluminum, the windows had stained glass panels. The site was close to the

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sea and beside a field of potato plants.At night we would hear the doleful sound of the foghorn crying out to the ships on the North Sea. There was no electricity on the site. Our food was cooked on a camping gas stove and the caravan was lit by the golden glow from the gas mantle lamps.It was 1980.</article></body>

The Smell of Gas Mantles

Crail Harbour. Photo Douglas McGilviray iStock

I love to travel. Is there any better feeling than stepping onto a plane, knowing that in a few hours you’ll be somewhere new, exotic, and warm?

These days, we view travel as an unassailable human right. Let’s return for a moment to a simpler time.

Our caravan was on the coast of Scotland, in the East Neuk of Fife. Constructed of wood and aluminum, the windows had stained glass panels. The site was close to the sea and beside a field of potato plants.

At night we would hear the doleful sound of the foghorn crying out to the ships on the North Sea. There was no electricity on the site. Our food was cooked on a camping gas stove and the caravan was lit by the golden glow from the gas mantle lamps.

It was 1980.