Dispatches

Three quiet weeks, an unwanted visit from Covid, and the discovery that Nomad has changed rather more than I realised.

An unplanned journey down the A303, a pause at Stourhead, and the pleasure of finding somewhere that asks you to slow down.

Brakes, glow plugs, steering, electrics—and the steadily shrinking list of jobs between the van and the next road.

Ageing, Shakespeare, scripture and the uneasy question of how long our welcome lasts when a stranger stops nearby.

After a hard camp and a difficult week, I am wondering whether we are all simply getting by—or whether something deeper has shifted.

A van decal, a stack of postcards, one entirely unnecessary desk mat and a Scout group turning sixty.

Websites, water pumps, a questionable sink and the beginnings of a plan for Cheddar Gorge.

Four hundred temporary homes, a very large racetrack, and the problem with calling somewhere a “live-in vehicle”.

The first month in the van: learning that freedom has a voltage and a fridge that only works on flat ground.