Mungo becomes Margot

The week before we collected her, we'd had a lovely weekend away in a hotel in the New Forest with a couple of friends. We savoured every moment of the luxury, knowing that we would find it hard to justify many weekends away like this in the future once we had a perfectly good campervan to sleep in. By this point I had already begun to research vintage 1970s fabrics and memorabilia on-line and stumbled across the existance of a little shop close to where we were staying in the New Forest. We dragged our friends along to seek it out and had great fun looking through the treasure trove of household items from our childhoods. It also sold vintage clothing and I was nearly talked in to buying a flambouyant green floaty 70s dress that we likened to something that Margot from The Good Life would wear. However, I thought it might be bad luck to buy something before we had officially got the campervan, plus why on earth did I need a green dress and when would I wear it?!! I don't really do dresses. Anyway, the Margot dress was referred to throughout the weekend, and we even caught an episode of The Good Life in our hotel room whilst getting ready for dinner one evening. On our return home, I was telling a friend the tale of the green dress that I didn't buy (we have thrilling conversations!) when she uttered the suggestion 'Why don't you call the van Margot?' In hindsight it seemed obvious, and so much more fitting for a lady than Mungo. Margot was born.