Stripping out the Caravan has been arduous but satisfying. A screwdriver and lump-hammer have done all the hard work, whilst I simply cough from breathing in all the foul ancient dust.
It's amazing to see how these old caravans were constructed. Everything seems to have been made with the flimsiest of plywood, and comes apart almost by blowing on it.
Anyway, almost everything has been dismantled, and all it needs now is to construct a couple of beds, and the table, then I'll give the whole interior a lick of paint.
It should be ready for habitation before (excuse the C word) Christmas.