The Wagon.
It came from Belgium and was bought by my father about 15 years ago. He died five years ago and it was in storage in Portugal at the time. We kind of forgot about it for a year or so; or rather it was filed under the 'must do something about the wagon' section for ages. Anyway eventually my mother and I flew to Portugal, having never driven it before and not speaking Portuguese, we got it going, had it NCTed/DOEed/MOTed - (I can't remember what the Portuguese call it) and then we drove it back to Ireland. It was the week of the big Icelandic volcano and we didn't know if we were going to get on the ferry, nevermind if we were going to actually get to the ferry. It was the most stressful thing I have ever done, and it was also the best holiday I have ever had. We laughed and we cried and we drank wine. Sometimes we did all three at the same time.
This picture was taken in the mist, but I love that it is nearly bigger than my house!