Where life's contradictions get comfortable

I used to have this image of what it was like to have a motorhome. I had dreamed of one for so long, and then, through sheer luck, we managed to buy one. The dream was finally happening. Anytime we fancied going away, we could just jump in and drive. Everyone I’d spoken to, both those with a motorhome and those without, said the same. Just jump in and drive. A surprise RV escape into the woods, where the sun plays peek-a-boo through the trees by the lake, offering the most se

We discovered that spontaneity apparently requires planning. Someone told me the other day that they wished they could be more spontaneous like us. Are we spontaneous? No. We are just extremely rubbish at planning. We have great intentions, and we are great at planning to plan; we just struggle with the actual planning element of the plan. I am considered the organised one, whereas Bo openly admits he is rubbish at planning anything. I do think I take spreadsheet planning to

The goals you never realised you had. We brought a motorhome (cheap) whilst standing knee-deep in mud, digging the footings for the extension. So how did we end up with a motorhome? Embarking on a home extension project, a jackhammer finds itself idle amidst disruption, highlighting a moment of financial miscalculation. I have always wanted some form of campervan; I love camping and wanted the adventure of throwing your kit in a van and just going, being able to go wherever t

When we went on our next camping trip, we had acquired a few more items for the luxury tent, although he might say slumming tent after last time. We started to pack up the car with the essentials I packed what I considered essential camping equipment… Tent – obvious first choice. Peaceful outdoor cooking with basic camping gear: a portable stove sizzles with chicken while noodles and fresh veggies await on the grassy setting. Ideal simplicity for a nature getaway. Coolbox and

“I had to fight off the cockroach; it was huge. Its creepy little antennae were waving about trying to find my big toe so it could eat it. You know I hate cockroaches; I can cope with most things, but cockroaches, I just can't. As soon as I noticed it, the soap went in my eyes. I tried to jump away; my ass hit the side of the cubicle, knocked me forward, I fell onto my knees, and now I don’t know where the bloody thing is.