A week later and we set off to view the old, brown camper van. Expectations were not high; it was viewed more as a mission to get it out of our system, rule it out and move on. The viewing didn't get off to the best of starts when we arrived to be met by a huge pair of locked iron gates and nobody in sight. A phone call cleared that up and we climbed out of our modern, safe, middle-of-the-road car to see a vision in browny-beige trundling towards us. It perhaps wasn't particularly good manners to laugh as the vendor jumped out to greet us, but the sight of the clunky brown van rattling noisily in our direction had amused us! We were left to look around and on closer inspection I think it's fair to say we were both somewhat underwhelmed. My two observations were that it smelt and it was wobbly. In fact, our final discussions with the vendor were entirely focussed on getting accurate directions to a recommended pub for lunch. At the last minute something prompted me to jump back in to the camper van to take a few photos. Pointless really because we weren't going to buy it, were we?
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