These were taken around late April, just after we arrived to our new caravan spot on Skye, and were settling in. I spent a lot of time wandering down to the beach opposite with a flask of coffee, not believing my luck, then heading back down again hours and hours later when the sun was going down, to see it in that golden hour light.

After spending winter at a temporary spot on a campsite where I didn’t really have any outside space, it was an absolute joy to be able to potter around outside again. Salvaging pallets to use as a deck, and creating a little patio for myself outside. I live to potter. It’s the main thing I missed about living on the road in a van, where we were moving daily and existing in public car parks. You can’t just potter around outside, fixing things and making things look pretty and rearranging things. It’s the unwritten rule to not allow your living situation to spill over into the outside world unless you’re at an official campsite, and even then, there’s only so much you can really do without looking insane, so being on our own private pitch, man, I am spilling out everywhere.

Also, being late April, it was pre-midge season. Glorious.