Heading out west in George’s Dad’s campervan proved to be a perfect summer break. This was our second time in the campervan, and we took the tandem and our happy hearts (and Kurt the felt cat), and a ukulele.
The sun shone (except when it rained and the campervan awning almost collapsed, which required some skilful awning adjustments by George), the roads were quiet, and the sky stretched out ever so big and blue. Continue reading →
After our recent campervan visit to Mudgee, we take a moment to reflect on the vanning experience that has now become known as the Spirit of the Van.
Do you have any caravanning or campervanning memories from your youth?
Betty-Rose: I remember a man living in a very nice caravan in the neighbours carport. I never quite understood why the caravan did not go anywhere. I used to think it would be quite good to live in a caravan, especially if it was the Barbie campervan which set the standard for luxury good times. The only other time I have done any vanning was our 2005 Tasmanian campervan road trip with the kids. We had to squash them into the top sleeping compartment. We had fun.
George: We used to own a van in England. It was called a Commer Caravanette. Orange in colour I think. Early ’70s. I mainly recall the ability to flip the back rests of the back seats to the opposite side, so that they faced the table, playing games driving along. Certainly don’t remember any seat belts. Fun in the back but I am guessing driving it would have been interesting as the two front wheels were closer together than the back wheels. Interesting design option.