somewhere, and ripping the inside out
was first as there had been a few mice
living there and a wasps nest still buzzing
away.
I went to find some parts and came
across a lovely lady in Blenheim road in
Christchurch. She was very nice and we
sat and chatted for a long time. she said
that she had had a few old caravans in
the past and had sold them all and now
regrets it. They are so hard to get now. She
asked: “Have you got the Vintage Caravan
Magazine?” she gave me three copies
that she had on the bookshelf. Well when
I got home I was addicted to VCM and sat
in bed and read all three, needless to
say next day I subscribed. I bought back
issues too and me and Herb are both avid
followers of VCM.
Soon it became apparent that the whole
thing was rotten and one wrong pull at a
rotten piece of wood and the whole back
collapsed. I tried to straighten it up but
it was not having a bar of it. My partner, I
have to say instead of his usual “I told you
so attitude” could see that I was realising
that I had taken on too much this time,
and was feeling pretty upset. He said: “Oh
well, you gave it a good try. What do you
think you should do now?”
“Well”, I said, “I think matches and
kerosene. What do you think?”
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