So near…

The more time I spend working on the caravan that I bought a few weeks ago, the more I am becoming aware of its shortcomings in respect of its suitabilty for living in for an extended period of time. It’s a bit smaller than I would like and due to its age, its design leaves something to be desired. I could do it, but I’m becoming less keen.

My friend Madeleine frequently has the knack of getting immediately to the heart of a problem and when I mentioned this to her a week or so ago she said, simply, “OK, then why don’t you just get another one.” I guess that with this subconsciously in my mind, even though I’ve got the one I bought on my front lawn and have been working on it, I still left my search up on Le Bon Coin and have been checking to see what’s come up every day. And yesterday, a bank holiday here in France, I spotted another Fendt.

This one was bigger than the one I’ve got, 6.5 metres long compared to 5.95 metres, newer, more modern and, from the photographs that I’ve shown below, much better fitted out.

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On the face of it it would have been a much better prospect as a home that I could be living in for more than a year and to cut a long story short, I was due to drive down to the Aveyron just after the time I started typing this. It’s only a 100 miles or so but about 2¾ hours drive each way, to see it and if I’d decided to go for it I’d have had to go back with the Kia to pick it up tomorrow.

Having the two caravans would create more new problems for me but I have a feeling that ultimately it would be the right way to go. I’d just have to finish the work I’m doing on the old one and resell it before I leave Plazac at the end of June. However, the decision was taken out of my hands because although I’d arranged with the seller to meet up at 11.30 this morning, just as I was about to go out of the door I received a message saying that the caravan had been sold.

I DO wish people wouldn’t do that after you’ve made an agreement. I was disappointed but lucky for me that I saw the message before leaving as otherwise I wouldn’t have seen it until I’d arrived at my destination. But maybe I’ll just keep looking though, having come this close…