Carry on Camping...

I realised one of my dreams today.


That dream is in the form of a VW camper van. Whilst browsing online for I can't even remember what, I stumbled across a website which had the campers for hire, and suddenly everything seemed to fall into place. All I want is to go to Glastonbury in one of these babes.








I have always loved the idea of vintage holidays - of trips to the seaside in Blackpool or Brighton, with striped deck chairs and b&b's and donkey rides on the beach, and then on to the funfair for giggles. I tried to convince the boy that a summer sunny holiday in Blackpool was the best thing since sliced bread, but sadly the British weather let me down and as of yet I have been unable to get him there.






So as you can imagine, the VW camper holiday is a prospect that I heart. And what seemed even more perfect is to combine it with the daddy of all festivals, and drive down to Somerset in one of these babies. For a start, the drive down would be fabulous, and secondly, there's nothing more I love than the thought of being the ultimate hippie at the ultimate hippie festival in an old camper. At Glastonbury, the sun (mostly) always shines, and sleeping in one of these rather than a tent would make it so much more exciting. For a start, the campers have their own campsites, so it really would feel like being on an old quintessentially British holiday.

My imagination has gotten really carried away with me and I've been attempting to conjure up ways to cover the cost of hiring a camper. So far, I have prostitution (I jest). More than that, all I'm thinking about is sitting outside of this pastel blue beauty, with my vintage striped deckchair and outdoor table with a gingham table cloth, eating my breakfast in my straw boater and getting excited about the impending Glastonbury day.

There's something else you should know about me; Cath Kidston is one of my biggest life loves. My bedroom is adorned in her florals, so much to the extent that it kind of looks like a CK advert (not necessarily a bad thing)... So you can imagine my delight when I stumbled across this absolute BABE of a van, complete with retro floral interiors which really would make it, for me, a home from home... And don't get me wrong, I love my tents. Daisy, aptly named as she is daisy-patterned, is one of the loves of my life. The only downside is that she is a two man, which makes sharing somewhat difficult. Rucksack full of clothes for a pillow anyone?? But seriously, I think it would make my life to be in a retro caravan. My father's next door neighbour actually sold his house, bought a VW camper and set off to tour the world aged 65. And to me that sounds like a dream. But I'm not ready for the gypsy lifestyle just yet. I have many places to go and many people to see, but for now that place to go is Glastonbury, and the people to see are all the many thousands of people that attend every year; all the many bands that play. I'll get my own VW and drive around the world at some point in my life I'm positive (I feel the name Martha might adorn my first van - not exactly sure why; the matronly yet motherly and sturdy name sums up to me exactly what a camper should be: safe, loveable and FUN). Which is why a Glasto-campervan is the best combination. I am quite positive no other festival nor in fact anything other than Glastonbury can produce the cathartic, relaxed and ultimately happy effect upon all of its attendees. And what perfect way enhance these memories by camping in the ultimate campervan?

And so from now until June 2011 I will be trying my hardest to find the dollar I need to hire myself one of these babies. Well, one can only dream...