She comes home

Finally, she managed to pass her MOT and Tom arranged to catch the train up to Taunton to pick her up. Unfortunately it happened to be one of the rainiest days of the year which was likely to come as a bit of a shock to a campervan who'd had a roof over her head for the last four years. Relieved to make it home in one piece, Tom's only observation about the slow journey was that the overtaking lorries had made her wobble a bit!

Inspecting her on the driveway was probably the point at which our steep learning curve really started. Lessons learned so far:

1. Never assume that if you buy a van it will come with keys to lock it.
2. Never assume that the exhaust will have survived intact on the journey home.
3. Never assume that glazed roof skylights will actually stop the rain from coming in.

Undaunted, we made a cup of tea and sat inside our campervan looking out at the neighbours. In fact, our immediate neighbour came in to join us. Mungo had her first official visitor! The three of us looked around and watched forlornly as the rain trickled down the windows, both outside and in. When we went back inside it felt like leaving a tiny kitten outside all alone; would she be okay out there in the dark and the wet all night long?