Start of a New Adventure: Life in the Slow Lane
If you've known me for any reasonable length of time (around 15 minutes or more) you probably know that I am, and pretty much always have been, obsessed with Volkswagen camper vans.
This obsession started a dozen-or-so years ago when my family borrowed a camper from family friends, The Ashbys - the lovely folks behind Bristol Volksfest, for a camping holiday in Scotland. At this time I was still a resident of The South (close to Bristol City FC since you were asking) and so the trip to Scotland in a 25+ year old vehicle was no mean feat!
If my childhood memories are correct, we made it a little over half way before the unfamiliar territory of the hard shoulder became an unscheduled stopping point. With instructions to the recovery vehicle to simply follow the dotted line of oil we left in our wake, the camper van escapade had started well.
After lengthy tow to my aunty and uncles farm in Scotland my dad was able to chuck on some overalls and sit under the bus to work out what had brought us, and our proposed camping holiday, to such a halt: a blown engine. Great.
Well after a few days of an impromptu adjustment of holiday plans my father had the old girl running again using magic, wizardry and a ver Heath Robinson boot lace, no doubt. So back on the road we were to head, this time homeward bound, as our short leisure break was coming to an end.
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