It’s Kent for starters!
After a 10-month self-build, finally, we were ready. Months of cutting holes in the pristine bodywork to install windows, stuffing insulation into every space we could find, feeding cables through impossible-to-reach gaps and getting spray glue everywhere had led us up to this point – our first overnight trip in the ‘van.
In the excitement of having finally reached a stage whereby the ‘van was usable, my wife, Beth, and I plunged in at the deep end, committing ourselves to a full week in Kent.
It was 11am by the time we were satisfied everything had been packed. Two hours of motorway later and we found ourselves in a supermarket car park in Hemel Hempstead, watching a small gathering of boy racers whilst we tucked into our first ever ‘van picnic. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before we were underway again and navigating the town’s infamous Magic Roundabout.
Having survived that most chaotic of junctions, there was an alarming scraping noise from beneath the bonnet, rapidly followed by a sudden loss of power steering and the engine temperature warning light illuminating. Rather inconveniently, this happened just as we were taking the slip road to join the A41, but we managed to limp to safety in a layby.
I’m no mechanic, but I do know enough to understand that there shouldn’t
