“the canoe… holds an impressive influence on the direction our Van travels” Steering wheel, pedals and gear lever. Each, of course, the exclusive responsibility of the driver. Such restricted territorial rights do not, alas, extend to the onboard tape player. And so, with ABBA’s Dancing Queen blasting from the slightly tinny factory speakers, we swoop across the stunning Örebro bridge, the Baltic Sea stretched out to either side, silver and sparkling under the almost perpetual summer sun. We have arrived at last in Sweden, a country we try to visit at least once a year, every year.
Setting out from our home in northern Devon, just about every journey we undertake in the Van will be fixed on a particular river, lake or stretch of sheltered coastline, the eventual destination…