<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295056873595372141</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:01:28.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAMP VERSUS "TRAMP"...</title><subtitle type='html'>TRAMP VERSUS "TRAMP" is my mission to discover what exactly has happened to old fashioned hobos. No. That isn't a spelling mistake. I'm a country boy at heart - not musically, geographically, but am I country enough to get down and be a complete and utter tramp? Copyright, Paul Chandler 2007.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295056873595372141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paul Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828102485338544197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PmvG8vOzOs/Tgo13QW8INI/AAAAAAAADKM/vKQpem25FLY/s220/DSC08173.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295056873595372141.post-5400890547464677945</id><published>2007-07-12T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:35:08.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BIT OF A DICK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpZFzRfN3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nquK4h501_E/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpZFzRfN3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nquK4h501_E/s400/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086329576331533874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, once again!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not been long since my first post - but I've already received a few supportive and some less supportive words from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Harry mailed me as follows, saying that the website was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Very sweet. You are not serious obviously.... Although I would not mind being a monk…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry only wants to be a monk, for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Lisa came back to me and posed the following question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love the blog about being a tramp! Does that mean that you are going to fight yourself as many a tramp has? Or are you going to be an old fashioned Gentleman of the road?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assured her that my template was definitely that of the old fashioned gentleman of the road and she replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thought you would, you're too nice to be a modern tramp, not sure I can see Deeley following you around the country like Dick Whittingtons's cat!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpZBzRfN3iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8dBPATEDp5g/s1600-h/DSC00748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpZBzRfN3iI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8dBPATEDp5g/s400/DSC00748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086325178285022754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's right. I'm afraid I have to agree - this is certainly not going to be easy. I will have to speak to Deeley and break it to him gently. I was kind of hoping he might be able to pull my packed lunch behind him; maybe placed on the back of a skate-board or some such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... What do you think of this photo? It's a castle I visited in Northumbria last month think this is the sort of countryside that I'd like to tramp around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY-vxfN3hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xe9jwhQyYHM/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY-vxfN3hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xe9jwhQyYHM/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086321819620597266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... My friend Quint, from Amsterdam had further invaluable advise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking as it IS the 21st century, why not put a new spin on the whole Tramp lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it MetroTramp or something like that, lol. Back in those days personal hygiene was pretty bad for everyone and just more so for tramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my idea would be that you have to take at least less baths than others do.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for food I guess, although I'd have a hard time with that one as well. I like my food too much. Now of course a tramp used to beg for food as well or get the occasional slice of bread from the baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, not too sure I could go for that life style. Although travelling around for a living would be great. Maybe we could travel around together. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fun blog though, I'm looking very much forward to reading more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pleased with Quint's useful suggestions and will definitely muse carefully on his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there was alsosome helpful publicity for our course from my friend Dan on his blog: &lt;a href="http://www.dmcs429.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.dmcs429.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Our friend Paul quite fancies the idea of being a tramp. Not a dosser, a traveller or a beggar, but an old-fashioned gentleman of the road; sort of like a smelly Wainwright."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a brief discussion with my friend Andrew, who I did the Offas Dyke Walk with back in the 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know, i've been thinking along the same lines recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be good to have a "simpler" life? Just a fishing rod, an olive tree and a goat? That's all you need. There is so much in life that we don't really need. Bit like the Trainspotting message - get a washing machine, get a car, get a family, get a house - then you'll be happy. But will you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Maybe not become a tramp, but just get a simpler life. Just with what you really need. None of this consumerist nonsense. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that I'm not the only one thinking this way. I thanked Andrew for his support pointed out that one day we might complete the Offas Dyke walk as tramps. His response was interesting to say the least…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We should just live on Offa's Dyke. And trap passing walkers and make them give over all their food. A bit like Dick Turpin." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dick Turpin was a Highway man and I've also thought that being a Highway man would be fun, as well. I asked Andrew how this "Offas Dyke" plan would work in theory… I asked if we would be equal partners or would one of us be the other's sidekick. Or even rivals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew's reply was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Depends. If we got moody, there'd be enough space for some time by ourselves. You could control Prestatyn, I could control Chepstow…"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this sounds like a perfect idea. I'll definitely look into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I went out to the park this afternoon and tried looking like a Highway man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an early mistake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9YhfN3dI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-moLgeO9gqc/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9YhfN3dI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-moLgeO9gqc/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320320677010898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I corrected my mistake... But no-one was interested in my campaign trail. To be fair, I probably needed to look more the part - people in London just don't care about this sort of thing. I simply need to get out there and try some tramping, pure and simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9rhfN3fI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0_qyD4af1Lc/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9rhfN3fI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0_qyD4af1Lc/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320647094525426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried searching for the Highway - but to no avail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9zxfN3gI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bCivNGbz7RI/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9zxfN3gI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bCivNGbz7RI/s400/DSC00817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320788828446210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly - as you can see the results weren't exactly what I was hoping for. Let's just say it's not very Richard O'Sullivan. It's not even very Adam Ant. More Adam Faith, alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend I can have a bit of a tramp in the woods. If the tramp doesn't object, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well - more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have found a new companion to accompany me on my travels - not Deeley, but Mr Bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9jxfN3eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nAhaP3wZgg8/s1600-h/DSC00594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpY9jxfN3eI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nAhaP3wZgg8/s400/DSC00594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320513950539234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankyou to Lisa, Quint, Dan and Andrew for their comments. Thanks to Tom for his help with the park photos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band of the month: Supertramp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next time: Gladstone McWhiskers gives advice on living in the countryside and Paul further explores the possibilities...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All photos by Paul Chandler, Copyright 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295056873595372141-5400890547464677945?l=trampvstramp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/feeds/5400890547464677945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295056873595372141&amp;postID=5400890547464677945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295056873595372141/posts/default/5400890547464677945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295056873595372141/posts/default/5400890547464677945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/2007/07/bit-of-dick.html' title='A BIT OF A DICK...'/><author><name>Paul Chandler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11828102485338544197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PmvG8vOzOs/Tgo13QW8INI/AAAAAAAADKM/vKQpem25FLY/s220/DSC08173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpZFzRfN3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nquK4h501_E/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295056873595372141.post-4426253404802709117</id><published>2007-07-12T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T03:18:46.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO BE A REAL TRAMP... PART ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXs5RfN3bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/K9Qzmx6wT2A/s1600-h/516264607_950bb8a512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXs5RfN3bI/AAAAAAAAAL4/K9Qzmx6wT2A/s400/516264607_950bb8a512.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086231822875876786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tramp &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a great word - I think...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought it would be quite romantic to be a tramp. Just travelling through the countryside, stealing carrots from people's allotments and eating the occasional dead pigeons. Mmmmmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have discussed the matter with my friends Calum and Dan recently, I've decided to investigate the whole "tramp" thing - to see if it might be a career I could pursue in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obviously got a lot to learn. One of my main worries is that I'm really very keen on baths, but I'm not too sure whether an official old-stylee tramp would be allowed to take as many baths as I like to. Still, it's worth looking into and anyway - I can always be the first 21st Century tramp, if it doesn't work out with the whole being an old style vagrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhew. Just to clarify exactly whether I am understand the key roles of being a tramp - I decided to take a peek in the dictionary to get a clear definition of what being a tramp entails; moreover what EXACTLY a "tramp" is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend the dictionary, spake thus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verb: tramp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel on foot, especially on a walking expedition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We went tramping about the county of Surrey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of tramping. Especially in Surrey. This is a good start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk heavily and firmly, as when weary, or through mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do this too. I wear out shoes like they were - umm - shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross on foot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We had to tramp the creeks"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have been known to get cross - especially when someone treads on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move about aimlessly or without any destination, often in search of food or employment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do this most days. However, I do like to have a certain aim or vision when walking. So not a complete tick in that box - however searching for food is definitely an hourly pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noun: tramp  tramp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A disreputable vagrant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a homeless tramp"&lt;br /&gt;- hobo [N. Amer], bum [N. Amer], bindlestiff [US]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*giggles* bindlestiff. That funny! :) I could try being disreputable. It does sound rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A person who engages freely in promiscuous sex&lt;/strong&gt;- swinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blanches* I not that sort of girl!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A foot traveller; someone who goes on an extended walk (for pleasure)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hiker, tramper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's definitely me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A heavy footfall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the tramp of military boots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at heavy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A commercial steamer for hire; one having no regular schedule tramp steamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that's the kind of tramp I could aim to be. I like water though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long walk usually for exercise or pleasure&lt;/strong&gt;- hike, hiking, bushwalking [Austral, NZ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. I have done this. I did the Offas Dyke Path in 1993 and 1999, I never finished it - but I did camp. Some people say I still do, do camp - but let's gloss over that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there we have it. The early signs that I'm on the right track are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, alternative titles for this blog were going to be either: PAUL CHANDLER IS A BIT OF A TRAMP or WANNA BE A TRAMP - but I thought that would perhaps indicate that I wanted to be, well - a bit slutty. Which I honestly don't. Honestly. Okay. Maybe occasionally - but not in any "worrying" sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One question:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Was Dick Whittington a tramp?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad points:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just that I'm not too sure about the colour scheme and I certainly wouldn't risk putting my picnic lunch inside a handkerchief and tying it to a stick. It really doesn't sound very healthy, for one thing. Also - the sandwiches and pies might get squashed. The stick might break and there is also the possibility that squirrels might steal my dinner. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good points:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet cat. See... Isn't he lovely. :) I couldn't possibly leave Deeley when I become a professional tramp - so Deeley is going to have to prepare himself to be my companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXtOBfN3cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X5KEuyE-aw8/s1600-h/DSC08647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXtOBfN3cI/AAAAAAAAAMA/X5KEuyE-aw8/s400/DSC08647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086232179358162370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure he's going to like that idea. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I conclude and consider my next step on the road to trampdom - here are a few of the basic guidelines that I think it's important to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 1: Beware of bears...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXnPRfN3ZI/AAAAAAAAALo/APmW6_4FJ3E/s1600-h/DSC04467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXnPRfN3ZI/AAAAAAAAALo/APmW6_4FJ3E/s400/DSC04467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086225603763232146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2: Beware of strangers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXnIhfN3YI/AAAAAAAAALg/EhINAhZwaSQ/s1600-h/DSC06955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXnIhfN3YI/AAAAAAAAALg/EhINAhZwaSQ/s400/DSC06955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086225487799115138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 3: Beware of country folk...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmuBfN3WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DsI1y5gHpQk/s1600-h/DSC08700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmuBfN3WI/AAAAAAAAALQ/DsI1y5gHpQk/s400/DSC08700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086225032532581730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 4: Don't go on fire...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmmRfN3VI/AAAAAAAAALI/6kxr1C4KDgE/s1600-h/DSC08688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmmRfN3VI/AAAAAAAAALI/6kxr1C4KDgE/s400/DSC08688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086224899388595538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 5: Keep to the footpaths...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmdBfN3UI/AAAAAAAAALA/iucSL4vEeEg/s1600-h/DSC08661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXmdBfN3UI/AAAAAAAAALA/iucSL4vEeEg/s400/DSC08661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086224740474805570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following photo you will see me (on the left) and my friend Calum (on the right, obviously!) Here we are trying to look like tramps - but simply looking too middle class. This is going to have to change. Luckily - I have a beard. I just have to grow it long and straggly now. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXm3hfN3XI/AAAAAAAAALY/4-K54kmZhrw/s1600-h/DSC08728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXm3hfN3XI/AAAAAAAAALY/4-K54kmZhrw/s400/DSC08728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086225195741338994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. I think this has been a valuable first post - and I have learnt a great deal already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again next week when I have learnt some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just remember - always embrace the tree in country. You won't regret it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul xx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Check out my friend Dan Selwood's blog: &lt;strong&gt;BURY MY HEART AT HUNTER'S BAR&lt;/strong&gt; - since I told him about the new site he has written a blog on us: &lt;a href="http://dmcs429.blogspot.com/2007/07/paul-tramp.html"&gt;http://dmcs429.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXkthfN3SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XSv9NEZtfZo/s1600-h/516298929_b31aec3ee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7w0zQqA7ksY/RpXkthfN3SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/XSv9NEZtfZo/s400/516298929_b31aec3ee4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086222824919391522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All photos taken by Paul Chandler, 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295056873595372141-4426253404802709117?l=trampvstramp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/feeds/4426253404802709117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7295056873595372141&amp;postID=4426253404802709117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295056873595372141/posts/default/4426253404802709117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295056873595372141/posts/default/4426253404802709117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trampvstramp.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-be-real-tramp-part-one.html' title='HOW TO BE A REAL TRAMP... 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