This reminds me so vividly of April last year. Crossing borders on coaches, chasing the sunrise through the slit between those little red curtains, listening to Explosions In The Sky, composing sandwiches with Tuc and Nutella, arriving in another country before any of its inhabitants are awake, and finding my bearings in the early morning cold. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at home than inside those collapsable fabric walls.