Au revoir flaming Jag. Next project...a caravan?

So, Elsie the S-Type with the fiery features has left us for a new home. In keeping with the old adage of never getting your money back on a labour of love, we took a bit of a financial hit. However, we have taken the car to half a dozen local shows and it has proven an effective marketing tool, so we probably haven't lost that much overall.

We told ourselves that we couldn't have a new project until we'd sold the previous one, so we're now looking around for the next big idea.

In the meantime, our office/caravan is now up and running:

Caravan of love!

We have also bought another, small Monza caravan (a 30-odd-year-old T1000), which we were going to strip and turn into another office, but after getting it back to our workshop from where we purchased it in the West Midlands, we found it was in better condition than we thought. The new plan is simply to revive it inside and make it look the nuts outside and sell it as, well, a caravan!

The most exciting part is that we have found an effective way to remove the paint and polish up the aluminium bodywork, so it's going to have a slightly retro/Airstream look.

Photos will doubtless follow in due course.

Of course, with Elsie gone, we now need a means of moving the caravan around, so I'm looking for the cheapest large vehicles with a tow-bar and electrics on eBay and Auto Trader!

Another 807/C8/Ulysse is calling me!

Well done on selling the Jag, Jim - shame it didn’t earn more.

Caravan? Lorks

It would have been nice to get a bit more for the Jag, but that was never the real point of doing it.

Caravans are an increasing trend for UK holidays, but there is a slight shift in the demographic - people want something a bit different from the standard white microwave look-alike with grandma's seat cushions and fake oak panelling.

Hopefully, we can tap in to that!

No problem with you looking to make money out of caravanners, Jim.

After many, many, years following the bloody things up the A9, I have a pathological hatred for them as they’ve robbed me of years (well, maybe an hour or two) of my life

My normally placid dad used to fantasize about James Bond style machine guns fitted to his car when confronted with yet another caravan (We lived in Snowdonia), so I have been indoctrinated with a hatred for the slow touring variety. What we are doing is slightly different in turning them either into static offices or bulk-delivered festival accommodation. Although if someone wanted to tour with one, I daresay we could oblige (with an exclusion zone in the sale agreement...)