Campervan manufacturer Wellhouse Leisure has completed the first export orders for its Ford Terrier campervan. The Skelmanthorpe-based company has received the order from Ford Switzerland after Wellhouse managing director David Elliott visited the dealership with a demonstrator model. The Ford Terrier will be sold at Ford dealers in Switzerland, with the first delivery expected in September. Wellhouse Leisure has also visited other European countries and expects to confirm further export orders soon. It will also be exhibiting its Ford Terrier at two caravan and motorhome shows in Europe for the first time – the Caravan Salon in Düsseldorf, Germany, which takes place on August 28, and the Suisse Caravan Salon in Berne, Switzerland running from August 27 to 31. The Wellhouse Ford Terrier is based on the new Ford Transit Custom and features the classic campervan layout of a side kitchen and wardrobe and rear seat that converts into a double bed. The rear seat can seat three people and slides forwards or backwards on floor rails to make more space available for living when camping or loads when travelling.

There is another double bed available in the elevating roof. Paul Fratter, managing director of Ford Switzerland, said: “The campervan market in Switzerland is strong and growing. “In partnership with Wellhouse Leisure and our distributor, Automaxx, we are very happy to be able to offer customers a product with Swiss levels of quality and refinement based on the award-winning Ford Transit Custom.” Mr Elliott said: “We are delighted to have our first export orders. Our Ford Terrier is one of the best-selling campervans in the UK and we are confident that it will prove equally successful in the rest of Europe. “This is not only good news for Wellhouse Leisure and all our staff, but great for the UK’s trade with other countries as we approach the new post-Brexit world.” Wellhouse Leisure, founded in 2003, is a market leader in compact campervans and an approved supplier of Reimo parts and accessories for campervan conversions. It produces more than 250 vehicles a year from its premises at Station Road, Skelmanthorpe, where it has its factory, bodyshop and showroom.

In 2015, Wellhouse Leisure announced the landmark of selling 350 Terrier campervans in less than two years since its launch and the addition of five new Ford retailers to the firm’s nationwide UK network – bringing to 22 the number of dealers selling the Terrier across England, Scotland and Wales. Golden Retriever Puppies For Sale East TennesseeMulti-award winner Wellhouse logged more than £3.4m in orders for more than 80 Terrier campervans in August alone.Honeywell Air Purifier Coupons Irish dogs for saleVizsla Puppies For Sale Pa Post your own adI’m running on the border between France and Switzerland. This patch of grass could be French, that root I tripped over, Swiss. In my runs through these woods, I have come across deer and wild boar, but only once saw an old stone border marker from the 19th century.

I rejoice in the warm sun, catch a glimpse of the Jura mountains to the left, then turn to the right to see if Mont Blanc is visible today. As I jog through the vineyards, I give myself a mental hug for living in such a beautiful place. I feel grateful, not smug, even as I boast on Facebook about our perfect view from the balcony. It has taken me more than a year to adapt to my surroundings, but now I wish I could live here forever. I arrived here with false visions of instant acceptance. Geneva has a thriving international community, I have lived in many different countries and speak French, English and German, all useful languages in this part of the world. More importantly, I wanted to fit in with the local population, meet the “natives”. With my background in social anthropology and two small children going to the local nurseries, I thought I had it cracked. However, Geneva is not quite a city of “real” people. It is a city of migrants, attracted by its wealth and opportunities.

It is abuzz with languages and nationalities, so it is possible to never leave the confines of the international organisations and their magic circles of employees. Geneva is a city of the super-rich and super-leisured, and somehow all this wealth is more visible than in London. If you are happy to exist in an expat bubble, you can certainly do so with impunity in Geneva. The “common” people exist here as anywhere else, the depressing grey tower blocks in Meyrin are a reminder of that – but it’s not council estates as we know them in the UK. It’s a ghetto of self-discipline, rules and regulations, where you cannot have parties or even use your washing machine after 9pm, where neighbourhood watch means you get reported for hosting friends for longer than a weekend, where communal areas are spick and span. Fortunately, we live just across the border in France, where rules and regulations can be waived if you do it charmingly enough. I drive across the border several times a day.

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It has many facilities: two primary schools, nursery, theatre, cultural centre, library, sports centre and athletic stadium, as well as shops, restaurants, post offices and three bakeries. As I wait for my children at the school gates, I meet the local parents. Many are in far less prestigious jobs than the incoming strangers. There is a high percentage of fathers, indicating perhaps high unemployment. How do they feel about foreign people taking jobs, school places, using their medical services and so on? They smoke and scowl, but I am determined to make friends. I smile and join in the conversation. The men are mildly flirtatious, the women polite and pleasant, even as they correct my French. But I am not invited to their homes, nor are my casual invitations for coffee ever taken up. I joined the PTA, bake cakes, help out at the school fairs. I go to toddler gym and music lessons, share snacks with the other waiting mothers. It’s an uphill struggle, but after a year, people are starting to open up.