Van Life? Really?
I am scared.
We have worked hard and scrimped and saved and now we’re spending the money.
Like a magic trick: pouff!! It will be gone.
Now we pray to the Universe that we are not mistaken.
We open our eyes wide to see the curviness of the learning ahead.
Those are some hourglass figures!
We have paid the deposit, made the necessary investigations concerning insurance, and the specific details of conversions.
A long wheel base Ford Transit ex-fleet highway maintenance van stands on a forecourt with a SOLD sign. It has a head dent and it smells of a diesel spill. It has a chem-loo which you’ll thank me for not describing. Low mileage, service history in full. Fair price.
Is this really happening?
I’m lurching into this experience like a learner driver kangarooing their clutch control.
It seems that we have bought a van, yes.
The man who puts windows in is about to be booked.
From collection we have 90 days to convert it to a legally specified definition of a camper van.
I have never driven a long wheel base.
We access our home on single track farm roads.
The cornering on our driveway is frightfully tight!
Deep breath time.
There's a pickaxe in the shed, the corner can be adjusted.
I am agitated, and astonished, and it doesn’t matter what, we’re doing it anyway.