It was a sweltering hot day today in Adelaide but that did not curb my enthusiasm. Today I was going to meet Frankie who I hoped would be The Depressed Caravan. I took along my Dad as he would know how to check out things about Frankie that I wouldn’t know too much about. As we drove towards Lyndoch, I kept seeing caravans next to houses and I thought “It’s a sign, it’s a sign”. I smiled to myself, savouring the moment. After asking some locals for directions, we were on our way and as we drove down the street I saw Frankie in the driveway. I smiled as though I was meeting a long lost friend. I couldn’t wait to get inside to see what Frankie had looked like! When I stepped in, it was just gorgeous. The double bed to the right with the toddler loft and the dinette to the right, complete with vintage table and vinyl seat covers. No doubt about it, Frankie was GORGEOUS!! Dad and I had agreed not to give anything away until we left but I couldn’t help myself, I love it, I love it I cried. Unfortunately, with Frankie’s vintage egg shape, there is no way I could store Frankie under my carport at home. I didn’t despair as I had another little adventure under my cap and I knew that Frankie would always be the beginning of my journey for The Depressed Caravan. Without Frankie the inspiration would not have come. Frankie is my muse.