My friend bought this as a gift to herself for her sixtieth birthday. It’s a fully restored 1946 Rascal travel trailer. She plans to join a group of vintage-trailer groupies who travel caravan-style to some of America’s best campgrounds.
When I saw the Rascal, I thought: WRITER’S RETREAT! How cool would it be to haul this 12-foot writing hut to, say, Walden Pond (as it existed in Thoreau’s time, of course; writers don’t need 21st Century tourists hanging around). I could sit in the Rascal, soak up the peaceful surroundings, and write to my heart’s content.
I fall asleep imagining the perfect place to write. I’ve always dreamed of having my very own writer’s retreat somewhere in a secluded woods overlooking a quiet, inland lake. No people. No sounds other than the gentle breeze rustling through the trees, tiny waves lapping the shore, birds singing, maybe an occasional grunt or howl from a wild animal, just to keep things interesting.
The other day, I got serious about turning my dream into reality. I Googled “writer’s retreats,” and I saw these. The web page said that I could order one and have it built in my garden (that is, if my garden were big enough for a retreat).
Here’s the description for this one:
This wonderful garden retreat draws inspiration from the modest summerhouse in George Bernard Shaw’s garden. This tiny, converted shed was where he created many of his masterpieces, including the Oscar winning screenplay for “Pygmalion” and the play “St Joan”, for which he was to win the Nobel Prize for literature.
And this one:
The refurbished tool shed at the bottom of Virginia Woolf’s garden forms the inspiration for the Reading Room. Despite living in privileged surroundings it was this distinctive outbuilding that was to provide her with the ideal place in which to write, think and relax.
If George Bernard Shaw and Virginia Woolf could have their own little retreats, then why can’t I? (That’s a rhetorical question if you’re thinking of leaving a comment.)
I needed to know more. The web site offered an online brochure, so I clicked on its link (you can, too, by clicking here). I discovered that the manufacturer is in the UK, and the prices were listed only in pounds. I liked that. I don’t do “pounds.” Unless you consider my weight, I’m sure that I don’t have enough pounds to splurge on one of these retreats, let alone have it shipped across the ocean and built in my backyard. So, I left that web site and decided to keep hanging onto my dream. Who knows? Maybe when my friend isn’t caravanning around the country, she’ll let me write in her Rascal.
What do you dream about when you hear the words “writer’s retreat?”