I knew I wanted to write about a girl in a caravan. One of those round-looking ones that are so ridiculously cute they just cry out to be the setting of a short story. But there was a problem:
I knew nothing about caravans.
The story I was writing was for the Newcastle Herald short story competition late last year. I had the bare bones in my head, but I needed to add the setting. And that setting needed to be a caravan, preferably in a pastel colour, and it needed to ooze with history.