When the wind whips from the west, carrying shoals of raindrops that lash against the polymer side of the van. When dusk drops and late flashes of sun light the North Sea-scape ahead. When the roof lights are sealed, blinds dropped and curtains drawn, and the boiler chugs soft warmth across the thick rug. A late leaf scurries across the roof. The aroma of roast lamb rises from the Thetford oven, and high altitude Malbec splashes into crystal glasses.
Now is one of those moments that affirm the motorhome; that speak to opportunity and freedom; that say 'we have stepped away from the knotty path of routine, work and confusion - into a peaceful cosmos'.
It is spring in England and outside there should be a warm breeze rather than a bitter blow. After nine weeks of dancing tango in Buenos Aires, where temperatures oscillated between 26 and 34 degrees, this experience is savage. And, of course, truly testing of the Tracker.
With twenty years in the CI Mizar, the feel of the Tracker is a totally new experience - grounded, solid and sophisticated. On the road, the van is firm and responsive, without the 'roll' of the earlier motorhomes. Here on site, systems respond to the touch of a button, heating slipping into life and hot water on demand.
We look out over the bay. Clouds race and only feint wave crests separate their grey, and the grey of the sea. Inside we have a feeling of peace, comfort and, save for the gentle hum of the heating fan, silence. A special moment, which if bottled, would carry the label of a truly fine wine.
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