You’re probably thinking that I’ve dropped off a cliff – you’d certainly be right in thinking that, after all, I’ve been more than a little remiss with my blog of late. The good news is that I’ve not been idle all of this time, in fact it’s quite the opposite, so I thought I’d share with you my biggest project of 2015 so far.
Now, I’m just going to say this…… I’ve always wanted a caravan. There, I’ve said it, it’s out in the open. I know that caravans are a bit like Marmite in the UK and quite possibly you’re already struggling with whether or not you should continue to read this blog post, but there is a link to upholstery here, promise.
Last December, Darren and I took the most amazing trip to Australia to see some wonderful friends who have settled in Sydney. The trip really did ignite our imagination and while we explored the delights of the big cities or the sheer awesomeness of the red centre and the Great Ocean Road, we couldn’t help wonder whether there was something we could do to sustain that feeling of adventure when we returned home. I am now acutely aware (as I type this) that I’m somehow about to tell you that the purchase of a caravan was as far as our desire for adventure managed to take us, but what can I say? We’re rock ‘n’ roll. deal with it.
Thing is, this wasn’t going to be just any caravan. You may recall that I have something of a passion for old cars, so when we made the decision to buy a little caravan, classic was the order of the day. Darren and I aren’t too worried about mod-cons, after all, this was meant to be about adventure so we were happy for our purchase to be closer to ‘tent’ than ’boutique hotel’.
A little search ensued and quite quickly we found the one. Meet our new (old!) caravan, affectionately called ‘Peggy’. She’s a 1968 Sprite Alpine S. I don’t know what the S stands for, but when I’m towing it’s likely that it stands for slow.
Peggy had been owned by the same family since 1970 until 2014 and needless to say she needed a little work, but the important thing was that she was solid and original. We loved the idea that this little caravan had served as a cosy home from home for almost 47 years and that we were going to ensure that she continued to do that for many years to come.
Have you ever painted a caravan? No? You surprise me. Truth be told, neither had we. “It’ll be fun” we told ourselves, “it’ll be easy!”, believe me when I say it was neither of these things, but when the final layers of paint started to dry she looked as good as new and we couldn’t have been more excited to show her off. With newly painted wheels and a few mechanical bits addressed, she was as close to original as we could get and we would no longer look like the Beverley Hillbillies when we turned up at a site.
But what of the interior? Naturally, this is where I got really stuck in.
The original curtains were sun-bleached and ripped, and the seating faded and stained, so there really wasn’t too much guilt in starting from scratch. The words ‘Shabby Chic’ make my eye twitch, and while lots of people love it, it’s really not my bag; my aim was to find a scheme that was sympathetic to the original but with a modern update.
The original dark blue seat covers were replaced with a practical, neutral and (important for a little caravan) flame retardant grey wool from Abbotsford. I kept the original design with a plain seam on the top edge and light grey piping on the bottom edge. Thankfully the original foam was still ok so I used all of the same pads. The long bench seat has a fixed backrest which folds out on hinges to reveal a rolled up hammock-style bunk stored inside. Ingenious huh?
The curtains allowed me to have a bit of fun, and as I was replacing lurid orange florals, I didn’t worry too much about making a bold choice! I turned to Kirkby Design for inspiration and settled on their fantastic geometric print ‘Puzzle’ in green to compliment the newly painted exterior. With spring already upon us I will confess that I enlisted the help of my Mother who is rather skilled when it comes to making curtains. With a few scatter cushions in the same fabric, the interior was done and we were ready for our first adventure!
With no real experience of towing, our first trip was to the picturesque and relatively local town of Ludlow in Shropshire. Nestled amongst the enormous, expensive, luxury caravans, we had so much fun with Peggy. Did the near constant rain dampen our spirits? Did the leak from the sky-light make us want to go home? Did the fact that the gas hob didn’t totally switch off make us fear for our safety? No! (apart from that last one) it was everything we hoped it would be and more.