Caravan envy

Leonard Maltin once said “timing is everything’.

Case in point …

Randomly and completely out of the blue, a friend mentioned last month that she was looking to sell her caravan in Aberystwyth. Now, I’d never considered owning a caravan; a holiday home abroad – most definitely, a quintessential English country cottage somewhere in the Dales – preferably, but never a caravan. Don’t get me wrong, we had plenty of caravan holidays when I was a kid so the experience wasn’t new to me, just never considered ‘owning’ one. Not until I realised money would be a tad tight over the next few years and holidays would be the first to be cut.

My head began doing cartwheels – cheap holidays in a lovely resort as and when the weather and time permitted, weekends away to just drop out, long hot(tish) summers filled with Cath Kidston bunting, floral fabrics and geranium filled flower pots. I needed to see this caravan before I lost myself in nostalgic clichés.

(Meet Constance – isn’t she adorable? And no, this isn’t our caravan … )

After a beautiful drive through the Welsh hills and valleys, we arrived in Aberystwyth late Thursday evening.

We found the caravan and were pleasantly surprised. Yes, she’s a little dated (the multi-colour velour seating will HAVE to go), she is also a static caravan so she doesn’t have any seductive curves like Constance here, but she has been well maintained, is spotlessly clean and has a lovely feel about her.

Also, with views like this over nearby Borth, she would definitely do us very nicely, thank you very much!

Now all I have to do is find the cash to buy her!