I grew up with a very Scottish sense of saving for a rainy
day. From an early age, I was a saver but recently, the cruelty of time has
been rattling and a feeling of time running away has been echoing.
As a parallel train of thought, I’ve been talking about,
looking at, dreaming about and generally drooling over campervans ever since
the mid-1980s after sitting inside an auld VW Type 2 camper in Glen Nevis owned
by an equally auld hippy climber called Davie.
That particular van was as stubborn as its owner, and
jointly, they were responsible for many a long tailback of traffic all heading
north in unavoidable convoy on the A82 Lomond road on any given Friday evening
since the VW seemed incapable of going about a steady 30 miles an hour.
In recent years, ma wee Berlingo has been a micro-camper of
sorts but increasingly, the “need” for a bigger van has increased. I don’t have
a complicated lifestyle and an examination of the building society account
indicated that there was actually enough to cover the cost of a full blown van –
it appeared that the rainy day had arrived and research began in earnest.
Fairly quickly, it was established that whilst other base
vans were more than adequate and offered tremendous value for money, a VW T5
was the only scratch that would cure 25 year itch. Along with Katie, we viewed
a good few but none felt right. One did look like the one, but sadly it was
taken off the market before we got a chance to go and see it. Was one excited
beard when I got an email from its owner last week saying it was back on the
market and I had first offer. Will save the full detail but aye, it felt right
and after a handshake, cash was swapped for ownership.
Cannae wait for the first trip north with the Blonde half of
the outfit and look forward to holding up traffic jist a little …reckon Davie
would approve !
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