Golden oldie rebuild

I always felt as though I could talk to a caravan, that it had a soul, that it could hear my greetings and lovingly respond to my care – just as if it were a living thing.

And so, like with anything living and aging, I ask the question: what happens when caravans are on the wrong side of age, having spent decades providing shade from an African sun, and giving warmth and shelter from drenching rain?

How do you care for something that has given so much pleasure, and been