A cold, wet breath fogs the inside of the windscreen and the little fan heater hums like it’s trying to blow up a hot air balloon with a paper straw. It’s zero degrees in here and the heat isn’t touching the sides. Morale is similar. So today’s heroic act is not a fancy fit-out or a miraculous time-lapse; it’s me, in a woolly hat, admitting the van build has been glacial for six months and choosing to tell the truth anyway.
I’ve lifted the floor, I’ve put in two windows, and I’ve got one of those windows sitting a bit too low with a lesson baked in. The point of this project, right now, is to get back into the rhythm of sharing—story first, sawdust second. If you came for hardcore build porn, fair warning: this is the bit where we make tea, pick our way through mess, and line up the next sensible step. Unsexy. Necessary.
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