Van & I handles moves, deliveries,collections, and one-off pick-ups right across St Julians — from Caerleon Road down to the river — and I’m often nearby in Maindee, Somerton, and the city centre.
Typical jobs here include shifting a sofa to a flat off St Julians Avenue, picking up white goods from Newport Retail Park for a house near St Julians School, or clearing a shed on one of the hillside streets above the Usk. I know the school-run traffic, bus lanes on Caerleon Road, and the tighter terrace parking, so everything stays simple and on time.
From home moves and student relocations to small business drop-offs, I offer friendly, flexible, professional man-and-van support in St Julians. Short-notice bookings welcome — just send a quick message.
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The van hums to life just after 7 a.m. in St. Julians. My first drop is off Heather Road, tucked in behind the neat rows of houses. Seems simple, until a double-parked car blocks half the street 🚙🚙. Nothing like a three-point turn on a road the width of a shoebox to start the morning.
From there, it’s onto St. Julians Avenue, with a glimpse of the George Street Bridge in the distance 🌉. Traffic is its usual stop-and-go crawl, with plenty of “why is everyone braking here?” moments 🛑.
Mid-shift, I take a breather at the Man of Gwent pub 🍺. Not for a pint (tempting), but for their legendary chips, eaten quickly in the van before the next delivery. A few locals wave as I try not to spill ketchup on my paperwork.
Later, I climb the hill toward Durham Road. The incline has me muttering under my breath—manual gearboxes and steep hills are a questionable combo 😬. At the top, though, the view across Newport is worth it.
By late afternoon, I’m dodging rain showers 🌧️ while delivering parcels near St. Julians Baptist Church. A kind customer offers me an umbrella for the run back to the van, which feels like a heroic rescue.
When the day wraps up, St. Julians has given me blocked streets, sore arms from stair drops, and a good laugh with the pub regulars. That’s road life here: a little chaotic, but always lively.