A Year in a Van
The Bodensee (or Lake Constance), at 273 kilometres long, belongs to no singular country, intersecting Austria, Switzerland and Germany. This, alongside a strangely Mediterranean climate, has given it the feeling of being stuck in a timeless holiday bubble…
The first time I wore a wetsuit was on a British seaside holiday. We were on a windswept bit of the Cornish coastline, and I’d naively agreed to learn how to surf with my sister and two other unfortunate children…
It’s day three of the road trip — bitterly cold this morning. Valentin’s coaxed his mop of hair under a woolly hat with some medusa-esque results. I’m on the passenger seat, two jumpers, one blanket deep, as we drive to the Großer Alpsee, a lake in the Allgäu Alps in South Germany…
Day 2 of 365 ¼. We’re on the side of the B308 somewhere between Oberjoch and Schattwald (I’m told it’s not actually pronounced Shat World), three minutes over the Austrian
After a wobbly start to the morning (see: A Body Bag & Two Dead Legs), we’ve left Schloss Neuschwanstein behind on the road to Mount Einstein, which I appreciate is
There is no easy way to wee in a bush with two dead legs. It was 7:00am, day two of the road trip, and I was squatting in an uncomfortably
Day 1 Continued. Written Nov. 13. 2020. Audio edit and music by Valentin Jann. We began the journey just south of Munich, driving route 17 with the aim of getting
First, an update. Well, we’re officially on the road! On November 12., Valentin and I began travelling across Europe in a campervan. With COVID-19 scuppering plan A, B and C,
Last time I wrote was to document the summer after a 24-hour corona-special voyage from Birmingham to Munich. I’d just finished a degree in the UK and had gone to
Dinner with the in-laws is an age-old anxiety. It’s the cardiac event that occurs the moment a partner announces a Pizza Express voucher or that they have purchased just about
Proceed with Caution 