Last Saturday night, Portrush motorhome parking did its level best to defeat us before the evening had even started. I meant to write this up the following morning. That was a week ago. In my defence, we’ve been on baby watch ever since, and Gemma is, as of right now, still very much pregnant. The…
Darron and Kathy have been living full-time in a motorhome across Ireland and Northern Ireland since mid-2025, working remotely and building Digital Nomad NI along the way. The dogs have their own sleeping area. The Amazon driver knows the drill.
When the Kit That Keeps You Moving Stops Moving There’s something that motorhome life shares with life on a boat that nobody really talks about. It’s not the romance of waking up somewhere new, or the freedom of not knowing exactly where you’ll sleep next week. It’s the quiet, ever-present understanding that you are entirely…
The Part Where I Spend Money Twice on the Same Problem There is a very particular kind of stupid that involves buying something, deciding it is not good enough, buying something better, and then tearing out the something better in favour of a completely different approach that you had not considered until approximately ten minutes…
There’s a specific kind of sick feeling you get when you hear a crunch you caused yourself. Not a random noise, not something mysterious. A crunch you walked right into, despite your own instincts telling you not to. I know that feeling very well now. The Night in Enniskillen Kathy was meant to be spending…
Portaferry. Parked the motorhome in our favourite forrest park up, nursing a beer I probably didn’t need, collecting Game of Thrones door stamps like a tourist in my own life. We stopped at Fiddler’s Green earlier – one of the doors is inside the bar, which is exactly the kind of thing that works better…
Forty Hours Awake and Counting I’ve been away. Not “weekend in Donegal” away. Properly away. Atlanta, Georgia, filming for work, meeting people I usually only exist alongside in a Slack channel, and doing my best impression of someone who handles long-haul flights like a functional adult. I do not. Here’s the thing about AuDHD that…
If you think van life is all sunsets, coffee mugs balanced on dashboards, and barefoot freedom, I have bad news. Most weeks, van life is actually admin. Boring, expensive, soul-sapping admin. This is the invisible work of van life, the stuff nobody films, nobody hashtags, and nobody warns you about before you buy a motorhome…
Motorhome garage organisation is one of those things you swear you’ll sort “next time”, usually right up until you’re kneeling on frozen ground at night, blindly rummaging for a fuse with a phone torch clenched between your teeth. After last weekend’s chaos, this one’s been… quiet. Suspiciously quiet. So I leaned into it and did…
A weekend of motorhome damage near Enniskillen caused by a levelling ramp mistake, icy conditions and hidden past repairs, redeemed by a genuinely beautiful Trory Pier park-up.
