Campfire Conversations: Willitorwontitsink

And now for something completely differentโ€ฆ I know this is technically not about an RV, but we just couldnโ€™t pass this by, both the set-up, and the character that own it, are โ€“ to say the least โ€“  very different.โ€ฆ


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And now for something completely differentโ€ฆ

I know this is technically not about an RV, but we just couldnโ€™t pass this by, both the set-up, and the character that own it, are โ€“ to say the least โ€“  very different.

Weโ€™ve gone off-road and onto water for this conversation โ€ฆ and what a conversation it is.

Ladies and gentlemen (are we still allowed to say that?), Iโ€™d like to introduce you to Frank Turton, aka The Chookman. Frank is far from mad (the first question I ask him); heโ€™s an entertainer, heโ€™s good at spinning a yarn, heโ€™s a good bloke, heโ€™s been on the council in Renmark, South Australia, and he calls a geranium a rose (but youโ€™ll have to listen to hear the story behind that).

Some could say heโ€™s madder than a cut snake, so we had to find out.

We found Frank and his house boat moored at Renmark, where he believes that you need to start with a good foundation, then you can put any sh!t on top.

He shares the M.V. Wilitsinkorwontit with some chickens, a collection of bras (yep, another story you need to hear), pots and pans of all shapes and sizes, a variety of fancy pendant lights, his veggie patch and, of course, his prized geraniums (ummmm, roses).

Frank also feels the need to express himself through music, so he has a couple of CDs for sale. Thereโ€™s some covers of his favourite artists, but his original tracks, like โ€˜To Live Before I Dieโ€™ and โ€˜If I Had Wingsโ€™, reflect Frankโ€™s attitude to life and perhaps a few hardships that he has faced.

I really enjoyed my time with The Chookman; I hope you do as well. Happy listening!

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