Buckler - Chapter 01
Early in 1998 I wandered on to a semi-deserted Gypsy site in Bankside to meet a man called Charlie Oldham and his wife, Jane. Until then I had never visited a Gypsy camp, instead I did as most others seemed to and looked on from a distance, wondering about the people who lived in the caravans that would park around the area from time to time. As I walked on to the site I had a number of voices running around in my head, voices that repeated the well-meaning concerns of friends and family &ndash; 'Take care,' 'Will you be all right?' 'Do you want me to come with you?' 'Rather you than me.' When they had been voiced I had shrugged off all these remarks &ndash; I had phoned Charlie and arranged to meet him, he seemed friendly enough and it felt like going on an adventure.