Jessie Casson

On 28th Oct we picked up our Pullman 15ft 1975 caravan and tentatively drove home. Our forthcoming trip suddenly felt very real, 101 days living like a snail. Much of the original interior is intact so we are buying into yellow, orange and browns for all utensils and materials. I have found some great original material for cushions and also some 70’s wallpaper. All we need is the brown dinner set.
We set off on a trial run last Saturday night traveling to Martins Bay (an hr north of Auckland). Our problems began with parking. We managed to finish with a view of the toilet bock while all the other caravans were parked the other way to gain full vantage of the sea. Matt almost jack knifed trying to turn round. We learnt from an old hand that full-blown domestics occur during parking of caravans. I just laughed hysterically which was of little help to Matt.

A beautiful day and evening ensued, with a BBQ, fine wine and a feeling that 14 weeks of this wouldn’t be at all bad. The morning was wet but the great thing about caravans as opposed to tents is that you don’t get wet. Hurray.

This morning, I photographed writer Emily Perkins, an inspiring lady.