Day 30 will be forever imprinted in my memory. It was the day that we managed to extricate the van from the clutches of the customs and the day where I realised how ill prepared I was for the 12 hours spread over three days spent patiently shuttling between offices, standing around for hours wondering what was happening, enduring sideways looks, and digging into my wallet every five minutes. Patience is a virtue they say and I surprised myself by taking it to the extreme, my short fuse having fizzeled out when confronted with the complexity of what I was attempting to achieve!
The van duly arrived at the work shop and I felt a profound sense of relief, knowing that I can really start work now. My van is important as it contains tools, gathered over a ten year period, and which to buy here would have been an unnecessary expense. For those of you who don't know me, I am a bit of a Jack-of-all-trades and will be doing all the plumbing, mechanics etc rather than taking on sub-contractors for each speciality. 35 years of messing about in boats, not to mention a Father who took DIY to the extreme (thanks Dad), has it's benefits!
Roll on week 7!

Jono