More random visual meanderings and scribbles with the pen and the camera. All images made using an Olympus MjuII 35mm compact and Kodak Portra 160 film. Developing and scanning by the rather excellent UK Film Lab
After driving over 4000 miles in a month, this much I do know – most people think that the Manx flag I hang in the front window of my camper at campsites is a Nazi Swastika or the white supremacy sign. This, combined with my English number plate, made us unapproachable. At Camp Zeeburg, in Amsterdam, the father of a family on the pitch next to us actually asked to be moved. I also have a particularly rough-looking Three Legs of Mann tattoo on my right arm, and by the time we reached southern Spain, a skinhead – this at least meant I got the entire swimming pool to myself.
Anyway, my camper van is going to the Manx Government vehicle test centre tomorrow for a roadworthiness check. If, fingers crossed, it passes, I’ll be able to display the exclusive Manx licence plate, the advantages of which can only be appreciated if you’ve driven anywhere in Europe with one… or without one.