One of the strangest things about caravanning is that each place feels different. Even when you’ve closed the blinds and locked the door at night, something in your sub-conscience knows that you’re in a different place from last night.

Is it the smell or sounds barely audible? Is it the level of the van that almost always varies? Is it different insects making tiny sounds or something slightly climatic? Whatever combination it is, those changes do become pleasantly welcoming and addictive.