
Waking up nestled in the foothills of the High Tatras to discover ice crystals had formed on all the leaves, to a view that belonged on a postcard of Slovakia; big, purple mountains looming over us, tantalisingly snow-capped. A vast, lush meadow spilling out in front of us, a thousand hues of autumn scattered across its grass. A crisp bite in the air of a day not yet warmed by sunshine. The smell of coffee wafting out of the door, washing gently drying in the breeze as we prepared for the day’s hike ahead.
These are the simple moments we love so much about travelling, the ordinary for us that seems so extraordinary to outsiders. The ways in which we adapt to living in a tiny space by extending our home outdoors. To feel closer to nature, surrounding ourselves in it and embracing it, cold nights, wild animals and all.




















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