Driftlines

They say you manifest dreams by writing them down. That the simple act of putting thoughts into words makes them real, giving them a life beyond the mind’s endless loops of “what ifs.” Ideas are like seeds—left unspoken, they remain potential. Spoken, written, acted upon, they take root. So here it is. I want to live in a motorhome. For years, I’ve flirted with the idea. The notion of having my own space, my own bed, my own familiar surroundings—yet never being tied down. No

My earliest memories of caravan life take me back a long way—to the late ’60s, when our annual family holidays took us from the north of England to sunny South of France. My grandfather, the late great W.F. Dobson, was a true itinerant, having lived in over 30 homes in his lifetime. He always kept a large parked caravan somewhere along the Riviera. So from 1969, when I was just six, until 1974, Dad would drive us across France—destination: Nice, Cannes, or wherever Grandad ha