Persuaded caravaner friends, Stuart and Lynne to come with Alan and I, we are going to drive in convoy. Find the address easy enough, easy to spot with a scrappy caravan on the drive! Give it the once over, it's about as expected- Stuart is a bit shocked at how bad it is! We don't go in, seller has wound up the legs and rolled it out to go (this meant we didn't notice the tool to wind the legs up is missing). Hitches up fine, handbrake useless but that won't matter for now. One indicator bulb is blown, Stuart is concerned there is no stabiliser - I don't know what he means, it'll be fine...
We set off down the road, it seems OK, no wobbles - we agree to meet up a bit further down to see how it's going. Feels solid, after a few hundred yards we notice a bit of aluminium trim trailing onto the road, try to spot somewhere to pull over, manage to do this after a mile or so. The trim pulls off easy, it doesn't look important and is chucked in the car.
Now to reverse it. Oh dear, I have no clue. Despite close guidance I give up and let Alan take over, not sure I would ever have got out of that car park backwards... I persuade my companions to help me get to the friendly caravan shop (10 miles out of the way), I had spoken to them yesterday.
I have a short shopping list/ questions and they are helpful. Get a couple of bulbs, oh my, you should see the inside of the light assembly.
The side light was just the same I later found.
We get a replacement lock, prompted by the critical question - is it a right hand or a left hand door? Would not have thought of that (and picked up the wrong one), and a crank for the legs. They are quite busy, with new and not very old vans around- we attract a mixture of horror, bemusement and amusement. I assure them I'll be back! Return to new base is without incident, except I forget to honour the site's lock the gate immediately behind you rule in the excitement to get the van set up. Time for a late lunch!
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