Pack the van and travel down vintage lane...

I have always wanted a caravan. My parents had one when we were kids and we often set off on a Friday afternoon after school to somewhere a few hours away for the weekend with a few other families. It was escapism - we slept in our sleeping bags in our bunks, had food we didn't have at home like fish and chips and softdrink, and usually ended up by a river or lake where we ran free.

My husband and I have fantasised for several years now about getting a 'van. One day it will happen. But it won't be any van. It would be an old van, restored to all it's kitschy vintageness. Ideally pulled by a gas-guzzling retro monster. Pure escapism!