LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE

Another night, another exciting pitched tent campervan in an empty layby on the edge of a forest I’d never heard of before. You can tell it’s Devon from the high hedges. Ashclyst is lovely, best explored at first light after the sleep of the just. If you want to sleep in pitch darkness, come here.… Continue reading LOST IN A(SHCLYST) FOREST, ALL ALONE