Damned mozzies are thick tonight. Out comes the Tabard; it lives in the back door wells of each Landy Disco, next to the bog roll. A headtorch, spare penlight batteries, biltong knife, gaffer tape, a pen and a notebook are generally in my driver’s door well.
You know what it’s like on a long overland adventure – when you and your Landy become like a hermit crab moving everywhere with your house and knowing where everything is. Canvas bedrolls, bucket, tent, grub boxes, first aid kit and that secret box of Romany Creams that you’re trying to hide from the rest of the team. (After many days of no luxuries, I love going on to the radio and to the sound of crinkling paper and an obvious mouthful, asking the…
