Deutsche Fortress

A curious way to camp: Commanding attention, yet defying prying eyes. This Blue Carapace. Aloof- suspended above all foreign soil. No nights under canvas here, soft sheets thrown open to the evening breeze. No. A rather uptight customer. Town on wheels. Aggressively self-sufficient. Defiantly enjoying such splendid isolation.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017

Tendere

I dearly love this hulking, hump-backed thing hovering on my lawn. An exotic beetle- This time capsule, poised taut and proud in Summer rain. Walls tight as a drum skin bead away rain as I gaze at my childhood colour. That orange- so bright outside but within? Lurid. Flaming. Bathing everything in a warm glow….

Caffyn’s Farm Campsite

uI have thought long and hard whether to remain completely silent about a place, or to broadcast it to as many folk as I possibly can. I have come to love a place very much indeed, and could easily secret it away and keep it to myself. The truth is though, that it is such…

Improvising

To become a snail, when human, is quite a thing. To make one’s home mobile, and transport it to a new place, is yet another. To convey one’s family in the same frail shell is yet another permutation. One which I undertook in August, along with my wife and Four Year Old son. We went…