A chosen life

We chose this life. Scylla didn’t. That means her experience of it matters at least as much as ours. Not as sentimentality. Not as a slogan. Simply because of asking another species to live inside a world largely shaped by…
Travelling, learning, living fully.
Practical and philosophical thoughts relating to our third life as retired motorhome nomads. Of interest to all ages.

We chose this life. Scylla didn’t. That means her experience of it matters at least as much as ours. Not as sentimentality. Not as a slogan. Simply because of asking another species to live inside a world largely shaped by…
Temporary villages form in curious ways. Nobody plans them. No one appoints a mayor or draws a street map. Yet give people a place to stop for long enough and patterns appear that look remarkably like a settlement. Our time…

For most of our time at the campsite above Lake Ohrid we have been almost alone. A handful of vans scattered across the terraces. Long stretches of quiet. The lake stretching out below us in that deep, improbable blue. And…

Seven months into retirement and four months into our European motorhome tour, I take a philosophical look at what has changed in that time. There comes a moment when work stops. The alarm clock is no longer required. The obligations…

Proof that the basics still matter Jacket potatoes punch well above their weight. There’s no Michelin star technique here, no cordon bleu training, and certainly no molecular gastronomy — just the result of doing the basics properly. Cooking a good…

By the time we reached the border, I was already tired — not of travelling, but of being competent. Nothing had gone wrong. The paperwork was in order. The route made sense. We’d talked it through, checked it twice, and…

Learning the aire way When we planned our setup, we didn’t design it around French aires. We simply didn’t know what to expect. Now that we’re here, it’s clear that this style of travel quietly rewards how we think and…

Travelling across France in late November comes with certain assumptions — grey skies, damp bones, and cultural hibernation. Occitanie clearly didn’t get the memo. What we’ve found instead is sun, history, emotional contrast, and the kind of winter atmosphere that…

Motorhomes aren’t delicate flowers, but they’re not indestructible either. A few weeks into life on the road, ours met its first proper test: a sudden electrical spike at an aire. No sparks, no drama, just the quiet click of something…

After months of rebuilding and refining our motorhome systems, Scylla’s passport cleared the final hurdle. We’re ready for a ten-month journey across Europe.