It all started with a mini mid-life-crisis over the annual question of what to do in the summer. As much as I love spending a week in a cosy cottage with bracing walks, tea shops and country pubs round every corner, I wanted to do something that made me feel less...well....old. So, what better way to recapture that youthful feeling than to go to a music festival? Especially as the whole music festival scene had passed me by in my actual youth. Further research led me to The Electric Picnic in Ireland which seemd to tick all the right boxes (bands I'd heard of, comedy and food). Now I may want to feel young again but I'm not stupid...there was no way I was prepared to totally rough it in a tent in the middle of a muddy field. However, posh camping, glamping, yurts, eco pods and tipis began to catch my attention. I was getting pretty enthusiastic about staying in a beautifully named 'cloudhouse', until I discovered a tiny picture of one hidden in the corner of a website which could not disguise the fact that it was in reality a very basic tent with a hole in the roof. My temporary enthusiasm waned further when I began to look at the prices of the various 'glamping' options. At least £100 a night appeared to be the going rate. Undaunted, I began to investigate the idea of hiring a camper van. Before long I was seduced by gleaming vans, vintage interiors and quirky names. However, it quickly became apparent that if we wanted to hire a van for a week (the minimum rental period in high season) then we would be saying goodbye to at least £800.
Resigned to feeling old again (but comfortable and with some money left) the ever practical, solution-seeking Tom passed me the laptop with the soon-to-be immortal words 'Shall we buy this?' There before my eyes was an old, brown camper van. Weirdly, I didn't do my usual thing of ignoring him or asking him what on earth he was thinking. It kind of appealed...
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