As a family, we embrace life in the slow lane. That's because, in a 42 year-old VW camper van, there isn't much other choice.
It's go slow or stay at home. So we go slow. Very slow.
Every journey begins with an oil top-up, a battery charge and a customary shoving-things-into-small-spaces-and-did-you-bring-your-flip-flops rigmarole. We fill up the (minute) on-board fridge with bacon, eggs and a few treats to see us through the first night, hoist the bell tent on to the roof rack, load the boys into the back and turn the ignition key.
Every fellow camper van owner will understand the stomach churn that accompanies that key turn. As they will the petrol-hair and sore bum muscles that accompany every long trip. Because quite frankly, we never quite know if our beloved van is going to start.
But start he does (most times) and off we pootle. Mentally doubling every journey time and calculating fuel-stop intervals.
To give you an idea of the average speed, this video is us (trying) to leave a favourite campsite in Devon. We were only going out for breakfast.... But would we change our van? Would we heck. Life's fast enough. It does us good to go slow once in a while.