Static meaning still, going no where, not moving, not mobile. My first experiences of travel were motoring down the highways and byways way before motorways and service stations from the Midlands to sunny Hayling Island with my grandparents. The journey was a grand event taking nearly four hours due to slow roads and several stop offs along the way. The stop offs were always in the same places. A lay-by near Newbury to eat lunch, a farmers stall to buy vegetables near Bishop’s Waltham and a bakers in Wickham.
Then before we knew it my Grandad would say that he could see the sea and we would be going ‘abroad’ across the bridge to Hayling Island. My grandparents had a static caravan and once the car had been unloaded, the calor gas sorted and water fetched from the tap we would enjoy the coziness of the caravan as the skies darkened outside. The fizzing of the gas lamps and the odd owl hooting were the only sounds we would hear.