From the seller: “Well, well, well. Where do I start with this?
Up for sale is my 1984 Bedford CF camper van. A perfect restoration candidate for another coerced partner, or sadist.
I never wanted a campervan, my now ex girlfriend did. So we comprised and purchased a camper, without ever laying eyes on it first might I add. It was intended to be a “joint” project which in reality turned into her standing round for half a day complaining about the shed we’d brought, and the remainder of the time on my back about how long it was taking to transform it into her “perfect tranquil cabin on wheels”. Yikes.
Fast forward a few months and she decided to up and leave (probably for a man with a much more impressive motorhome than mine) leaving only behind this sad slab of misery on wheels. Apart from being an eyesore and driving down local property prices, it serves as a personal reminder that the last few years of my life have truly and utterly been a waste.
As you can probably tell by this point I’m eager to get this thing off of my drive and draw a line under this turbulent chapter.”