Campervan | CamperSam

So, everyone knows the want of a campervan.

Free-dreaming of the open road, the immediacy of getting away, the “I’ll use it for work’” justification -spending hours spent fawning over them on Facebook Marketplace and Autotrader - at some point you just have to say, enough: I’m ready.

This, my friends, is me.

Ready - scared, excited. Asking myself if it’s normal that I should be so quite as scared as I am.

What’s this all about?

Digging into my actual scardom, the following questions appear immediately:

  • Will I just waste my money?

  • Will I use it as much to justify owning a campervan ?

  • Will I be able to use it - especially on my own. (It’s not the driving that worries me, it’s the practical things like changing gas cannisters, cooking on the hob easily, and emptying loo canisters)

  • Where will I go in it?

  • Will it break down, and if so, what does that look like? Who comes to save you? AA?

  • Should I not just rent one each time? (a good £500 gone per weekend, and that’s before buying chips on the road)

These questions circle me.

My thinking is that when my van is my own, I’m going to tax and insure it for the summer months only, finding some good campervan storage for the winter months. Having had a caravan a few years ago, there is something so sad about seeing outside our backgate for months at a time not being used. Best to tuck it away in specialised storage under winter cover I think.

I’ve found a campervan and am going to see it next week. (50/50 scared and excited). The guy who is selling it is away on holiday for a week, so this is brilliant timing to do my homework. Mot history checks, HPI checks, insurance quotes, campervan winter storage quotes - and asking everyone I know in the motor trade to have a look at her credentials.

All the feels here remind me of buying my beautiful vintage caravan in 2023. Bertha.

I spotted her, bagged her, bought her home, and did her up/painted myself. What a project she was, I loved her so much.

Below are some photographs of Bertha, who now belongs to a storyteller in Wales and is a travelling theatre, a perfect ending for my relationship with her.

More soon

Sam x

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