I bought a decent digital TV for the caravan last February, but have not so far used it. Why not? Well, I don't watch much TV anyway, intelligent programmes on art and history and exotic faraway places being my thing, not any of the soaps, nor Strictly Come Dancing, nor I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, nor Dancing On Ice. Nor films. Nor sport of any description. And the news and weather is just as good on Radio 4. And besides, in the summer I want to be out, enjoying the sunset somewhere, or with friends. Or if in the caravan, on my own, there is always the day's crop of photos to process on the laptop. So who really needs television?
However, I'll be away in Cornwall over Christmas, and if the weather's foul I do see that it would be pleasant to have a TV to turn to, while I cook and consume my roast meal for one, add custard to the little Christmas Pudding from Waitrose, and pour out a small glass of Bailey's. Yes, I'll join the crowd on this!
It is customary, on proper caravan sites anyway, to keep your windows uncurtained so that your neighbours on surrounding pitches can view and appreciate your own brand of Christmas cheer. I would in any case have had my merry little ceramic Christmas Tree, with its colourful lights; but now I want to add a TV to indicate that I too am watching something festive and noisy, and having a great time. And not sitting sad and silent in the gloom, like some lonely biddy whom the world has forgot. It'll be a chance to cavort around the caravan in a red dress or long red top decorated with a bit of tinsel. What fun! But I'll keep the wellies handy in case I overload the power circuit and have to go out and reset it at the hook-up box!
So I've stepped up to the line, and invested in the necessary satellite kit - the dish, the tripod, the receiver, the best-reception finder, and all the various cables needed, including a special flat one that you can close a window on. The cost wasn't too much, and for an eight-night stay it will be worth the effort to set it up.
Oh, I dare say I will get an irrepressible urge to walk the frosty, empty late-night streets of Truro or Falmouth, for the sake of some atmospheric lamplit photos, while everyone else is snug in their homes (or caravans) - and not watch TV at all. But there might be something on I'd like to see, you never know...
Mmmm, I love Bailey's.