My husband, Tom, and I had been planning for the sale of our suburban house. It is sold and waiting for settlement. We have, or will have on the 27 July 2012 or thereabouts, about eight acres of Australia. Our rural haven is approximately forty minutes from Townsville. A perfect piece of paradise. But the land has no power or water. I know. Insane right?
Tom had researched non-stop. Even web pages were worn and tattered now. He began a project management program to build our little cottage. However, we needed something temporary to live in on the land so we would be close to the building site.
Back on the net. Uh oh. The caravans that were for sale were over-priced and/or difficult to move, not towable or on the other side of the country.
All was good…
After more exhaustive research, Tom found a caravan, well, the shell of one anyway. No seating or table, no bed and no bathroom facilities. Now, I like to think of myself as resilient and I don’t mind roughing it for awhile, but come on—no bathroom facilities? That was just going too far.
Oh, his big plus was the van sported a brand new stove, umm, an electric stove.
Me: ‘But we don’t have power.’
Tom: ‘I know, hon. No worrries, we’ll sell it and buy a gas one.’
There was one small problem though. The van was north of Townsville and too big to warrant the cost of transporting it to our present house to refit. Tom had comforted me with the knowledge that he would come up with something.
Then we waited…
Come back for the next update on our Move to the Country.