Arrival of the
caravan.
“We
will deliver it to you as soon as it is ready and registered.” That was the
claim at the time of ordering the caravan and paying the deposit. A ‘phone call
three weeks later stated: “Everything is ready, but I can’t get a driver for
the delivery. Would you like to pick it up?”
I
contacted Dennis. “Want a drive to Sydney on Saturday?”
The
plan was set. Collect Dennis at 7 a.m. on Saturday, drive to Sydney, hook up
the caravan and drive home. A simple plan for the 800 Km round trip.
I
drove to the half-way point where we stopped for coffee and a toasted sandwich.
Dennis drove to Castle Hill where we collected the caravan. We went through the
handover procedure. The electrics and the battery were checked. I was
instructed on the gas system and operation of the three-way fridge. Put the
annexe in its brand new box into the back of the Xtrail and connected the van
to the car. The twelve pin plug on the caravan did not fit the seven pin socket
on the car. Not a problem, an adaptor was supplied to get us mobile. The
operation of the lights was checked. Everything was in order. I signed the
delivery docket and drove away proudly with my little caravan in tow.
The
first two roundabouts were negotiated with caution. There was no real need.
Even though it is a full height van, it has the footprint of a ten by seven
trailer and tracked behind the Xtrail without a problem. The mirrors were
watched for any abnormality but the caravan followed at 110 kph on the motorway
with no sideways movement.
On
the way home we had a comfort stop about half way, stretched our legs and
topped up with fuel. We arrived home at 6 p.m.
The
fuel consumption was surprising. With an empty van, (No water or equipment
except for one gas cylinder) and driving faster than would normally be the
holiday pace, we only used 3 litres of fuel per 100 kilometres more than normal
for the car.
We
arrived home to find two wives waiting anxiously at the door. After seven or
eight attempts, the caravan was reversed through the gate into the yard and
parked. It was time for a beer and dinner.
The
next morning with a strong wind blowing, I attempted to erect the annex. You
guessed it; I did not have a hope. I sullenly admitted defeat and packed it
back into its bag. Two days later with no wind, I tried again. This time, it
was successful, except the awning was too small. It was not long enough to
reach the ground on either side of the van.
I
telephoned the news to the dealer who agreed to replace the annexe with a
larger one. I will be returning the small one through a freight company and
waiting for the arrival of a new one. After making sure that it fits, we will
plan a short shake-down trip.
Caravan
with awning set up. The line at the bottom should be parallel to the ground.