Ah! The campervan life! The freedom of the open road. The freedom to have a blow-out on the A1, to injure your back fighting with sleep on a narrow bunk that tips towards the floor. A floor soaking with dog drool and the spillings of his water bowl, which has capsized during the night…

They told you it was a meteor shower You gazed at that bleak night But you observed a cloud of chemicals Falling to earth like ice on fire, Come to vaporise your muse, A cloud you could not see past To the apparition of yourself Standing on the other side.