From London to Poole, where we picked up our new (but fairly old) baby: the campervan! After quick lesson in how all the bits and pieces operated, we signed our lives away and then we were the proud new owners of a mini-house on wheels.

 

There was much discussion with Danny's family around its name, but we decided on the royal-sounding Prince Albert Talbot the Continental Camping Crusader. This was quickly shortened to the Prince, Albert or the Crusader. We will probably get lazy and just call it the Van.

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The next day was all about getting organised. We loaded the Prince/Albert/Crusader up with all of our collected possessions so far, then went on the hunt for a few more essentials. I never imagined that I would one day need to buy specialised toilet chemicals (yes, that's plural). Danny procured a stove top kettle, as he was adamant he was not going anywhere without a means of making coffee. We were lucky there was a fair bit of storage space inside the van, as our purchases clearly indicated that we had visions of moving into a spacious mansion instead of the world's most compact house. Our plans for the next 11 months were now one step closer to becoming a reality.