(Not my finest work)
Turns out buying the trailer was the easy part. Who would have guessed?
Papa Waller is currently playing storage master with the trailer, so any manual labour that I want to be a part of requires me going home (you mean I can’t do it every week? Grrr. Damn. Shame). Luckily enough, I managed to get back to Northampton last weekend and got to give that majestic vessel a once over. You know, see if there were any basics that needed replacing, any rotten wood, rusty screws, corroded metal etc. with my brother and Dad. Having had a good look at it before I bought it (like the intelligent, forward thinking adult I am), I knew there wasn’t much that needed doing.