Back in January 2018, having just been fired from being a chalet girl, and with nowhere to live and nothing to do but survive, I bought a cheap Mazda Bongo and spent the rest of winter converting her into a campervan. From begging a mechanic for help removing the rows of seats, to picking up friends at the train station who willingly got to work helping sand down pallet wood to make into a bed, the year I spent living in Kiwa the campervan was truly magical.

Kiwa - the Japanese word for border or boundary - seemed like the perfect name. Not only because the van came with a logbook only in Japanese and a history of shuttling children to school across Japan’s busy cities but because I would spend the year taking her across the UK over county borders, and oushing my own boundaries - even a three week stealth-van stint in central London during ‘The Beast from the East’ sub-zero weather.