A Proper Gypsy Horse

With a proper Romany wagon to pull.  I called it a caravan, but was corrected by a small child with an enormous bacon sandwich.  Not your average inhabitants of the cliff top at Boscombe, but apparently the police have said it's ok for them to stay a few days.  They live locally, in a house, but this is a holiday for them.

I can remember the last gypsy camp in this area being demolished when I was a child.  Even though the gypsy kids at my primary school were a trial, to say the least, and I was afraid of the women who pushed "lucky" flowers into my face in Christchurch,  I still felt sorry that they had lost their traditional way of life.  Nowadays they live in rundown council houses.