Herbie is feeling a little shy this morning. He knows you don't get a second chance to make a first impression and frankly, right now he's not looking his best. At 20 years old with over 100,000 miles on the clock he's not exactly in the first flush of youth and it shows ... but we knew that when we bought him, in fact, it is why we bought him :) Meet the Tour Bus, campervan project, our latest lunatic adventure - and something both Management and I have wanted for nearly as long as Herbie has been on the roads!
So, the what and the why. Herbie is a Leisuredrive conversion on a Citroen Relay base vehicle. He has a couple of gas rings and a grill, a fridge and a loo, and extremely comfortable seat/bed cushions. For our first van we have deliberately bought small so that I can drive around less than expansive roads in the Lake District, west coast of Scotland and wherever else the mood takes us. So small, in fact, that although I told QuiltSue yesterday he was about a metre longer than Hattie, parking the vehicles side by side shows that there's no difference. Except for the height - oh boy, is there height. Not measured it yet but I just tell myself that White Van Man zooms around the countryside everyday in something bigger than this, so we'll be fine.
OK, that was the what, how about some why?
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away Management and I owned a small boat on the Kennet and Avon Canal. It was a lovely time and we thoroughly enjoyed pottering around in our little tupperware cruiser. There was a problem though, we were moored on the wrong part of the wrong canal. A railway line ran parallel to the water making peaceful nights on the boat impossible - freight trains every hour or so are not conducive to a good night's sleep. We also had the issue of locks to contend with. Now anyone who has ever been near a canal knows locks are part of their charm but between Reading and Hungerford there are far too many and with just two of us on board we spent all our time locking and it didn't feel like there was much drifting along relaxing. Around this time Ollie joined the family (where ARE the pictures of him on the boat???), our interests moved on and we sold up.
But we missed it and subsequently spent a lot of time clambering in and out of motorhomes at every dealer in Hampshire but we could never quite make up our minds. To get to the places we wanted to be (Cumbria, Scotland) we'd need a large van that could cope with three of us on holiday, but at the time we had a Hampshire-sized mortgage and couldn't justify the expense.
Moving on 15 years and to cut a very long story short, triggered by the wonderful summer this year and my sleeping in the garden we had one of those "
if not now, when" moments and decided to go for it. We then had some serious 'good grief' moments of sticker shock when we found what it might cost and decided to have a fairly cheap "toe dipping" exercise to make sure we really like this - and actually use a van - before we go anywhere near what has been referred to as 'grown up money'. So we know that Herbie has more than a few rusty bits, clunky noisy bits, and doesn't go very fast, but this is an experiment and one that could not have been achieved by renting a camper for a week.
So there you are, the culmination of 15 to 20 years of thinking about it, now we've actually gone and done it. And now I need to go and do it - the cleaning that is!
I am just going outside and may be some time.