He sits in his van. Just sits.
Almost every day, there’s an old VW camper parked up in the same spot, half way between the two gates to basin 3, with an old guy sat inside. He’s always there. I don’t know what he’s doing, or why he’s there. I took this photo months ago after a wet night. He was there yesterday. I know he’ll be there tomorrow too.
I’ve wanted to go up and ask his story, but I haven’t.
We’ll never know.
Road and Ocean 