As soon as Mum said goodbye early Sunday morning, we cracked on with renovating the caravan and outbuilding next to it. It’s not a huge job, only cosmetic really; the caravan had been lived in previously by Rob’s cousin. It was plumbed, had electricity, a flushing toilet and hot shower, and best of all, a wood burner. It was clean and neat and perfectly functional. But it wasn’t going to feel like “ours” until we’d given it a spruce up.
Some photos from before:
This week I simply I whitewashed all the units with a couple of layers of antique white and then detailed by hand the pinstripe border with duck egg for the living area and dusky green for the kitchen. I think the white really solidifies the feel of the place, less caravanny, more homely.
The walls were originally washed with a light grey, but against the farmhouse green instead of wood, it looked much darker than it had before, and as Rob proclaimed, the combination was ‘a bit NHS’, so the doors and surrounds got whitewashed too.
We ripped out the old gas heater, to make some storage space, and made sure the woodburner wasn’t going to kill us. (As it turns out, it was *almost*) Luckily Rob’s best friend fits stoves for a living, so it was reassuring to have a professional set of eyes check over it- even if he did then look at us, sigh and say, “if anyone asks, I was never here.” So it’s *probably* safe and the double insulation layer is *probably* enough to keep the chimney from setting the caravan on fire, and the fire will *probably* be okay without the baffle…
I’m just grateful Spud’s coming in Spring and we won’t be reliant on a fire all night every night!!
Our front room looks out onto a huge paddock, with the tower of the local church in the dip of the rolling valley. The lane is quiet, kids and dogs can run free here, there is a chicken run, empty and waiting to be reinhabited. The postman doesn’t come til 3. The outdoors life is something Rob grew up enjoying and really wanted to give our Spud; freedom to run around with geese and annoy tomcats and collect fresh eggs and pick tomatoes.
We are still living in his parents house this week, as I wanted to fully decorate before I haul all our junk in, but we’re getting there. I learnt the way into town this week, can navigate it in the dark. And that doesn’t sound like much, but This Is Cornwall. The caravan sits separate from the house, so we have our own space but Grandparents are within yelling distance. Rob's home is big and beautiful and so ready to be filled with chickens, dogs, geese, goats and and army of sprogs running around. Hmm, maybe it's the hormones when you start getting broody over future ducklings...
Towards the end of this week I can even feel him moving in the day, when I’m actively painting, so he must be getting bigger! I’ve also been experiencing Braxton Hicks a lot this week. First thing in the morning I will get one or two quite close together and then through the day I get maybe one an hour- which I was worried about but the more I read and the more it happens I think it is just dehydration... which is hard to beat when you're peeing every five minutes! They freaked me out to start with, my tummy turning to stone, but now the spasms are almost reassuring- my body knows what it needs to do, it can do this, it’s practising and I am so NOT in control!