I have such lovely memories of my grandparents' caravan. Parked at the end of the garden, tucked out of sight behind the garage and next to the bean poles. It didn't move throughout my childhood and smelt that way. But it was heaven to me. Full of old china plates and cutlery, I could travel anywhere, be any age, be anyone.
Gramps and Nana bought a 2nd hand trailer this summer (seen here). It's to be overflow warm-weather accommodation when the clan descends; it's to be a means to get away on a budget; but primarily it's gonna be a playhouse for the grandkids.
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