Oh, alright then, so Mr. Siddle wasn't a particularly innovative manufacturer of caravans, but I loved the 434, owned before this dear little Carousel I have now.
It was bought as a two year old caravan in 2004, so maybe the teething problems that tend to blight early-month's ownership had already been ironed out by the time we took ownership.
Whatever - I loved that caravan to bits! Never 'fair weather' caravanners my husband (as was) and I took Elfrida out all year round, on a regular basis; she went through from one service to the next without any problems, through the 8 years we owned her. The only time Elfrida had to spend any time in the repair shop was when this nasty Cornish dry stone wall leapt out and scratched the side of the van, as I was negotiating a narrow lane and trying to squeeze past a tractor with a Jeremy Clarkson type at the wheel. 'E wun't gonna move, moi 'andsome, Anyway, that's another story.
The thing that attracted me to the Elddis was the slightly unusual layout, with its little peninsula unit dividing the kitchen from the 'back bedroom', where, theoretically our two dogs at the time, a German Shepherd and a Collie cross (both gone to the great kennel in the sky now, sob sob) were supposed to sleep, but strangely they always seemed to prefer our bed. Sometimes we would leave the double bed made up in the front end of the van, especially if we had a long journey to undertake, and for breaks/service stops, would ask the dogs if we could share their end of the 'van. Ooh, the indignation! Poppy and Deefa were of the opinion that what was theirs was theirs, and what was ours was theirs as well. Tch. Dogs, who'd have them? I wonder whether these tales (or should that be tails) ring true with anyone else, or were we just a complete push-over where dogs were concerned? I think I know the answer to that one before I press 'submit post', as my little Bearded Collie, Echo has already got me well and truly wrapped around her little paw.
Well, now I've flown the flag for Elddis I'm going to count the weeks and days until I can get out again. Different 'van, different dog, but, hey ho, life moves on! Hope to meet some of you when I'm out and about!
It was bought as a two year old caravan in 2004, so maybe the teething problems that tend to blight early-month's ownership had already been ironed out by the time we took ownership.
Whatever - I loved that caravan to bits! Never 'fair weather' caravanners my husband (as was) and I took Elfrida out all year round, on a regular basis; she went through from one service to the next without any problems, through the 8 years we owned her. The only time Elfrida had to spend any time in the repair shop was when this nasty Cornish dry stone wall leapt out and scratched the side of the van, as I was negotiating a narrow lane and trying to squeeze past a tractor with a Jeremy Clarkson type at the wheel. 'E wun't gonna move, moi 'andsome, Anyway, that's another story.
The thing that attracted me to the Elddis was the slightly unusual layout, with its little peninsula unit dividing the kitchen from the 'back bedroom', where, theoretically our two dogs at the time, a German Shepherd and a Collie cross (both gone to the great kennel in the sky now, sob sob) were supposed to sleep, but strangely they always seemed to prefer our bed. Sometimes we would leave the double bed made up in the front end of the van, especially if we had a long journey to undertake, and for breaks/service stops, would ask the dogs if we could share their end of the 'van. Ooh, the indignation! Poppy and Deefa were of the opinion that what was theirs was theirs, and what was ours was theirs as well. Tch. Dogs, who'd have them? I wonder whether these tales (or should that be tails) ring true with anyone else, or were we just a complete push-over where dogs were concerned? I think I know the answer to that one before I press 'submit post', as my little Bearded Collie, Echo has already got me well and truly wrapped around her little paw.
Well, now I've flown the flag for Elddis I'm going to count the weeks and days until I can get out again. Different 'van, different dog, but, hey ho, life moves on! Hope to meet some of you when I'm out and about!
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