Six years later we are in Petersfield, slightly larger premises, slightly bigger team, building no more than twelve campervans each year, by hand, for people we’ve usually shared at least one cup of tea with first.
Every camper is specified across at least one studio visit. Every cabinet is hand-finished with hardwax oil rather than sprayed lacquer, because lacquer goes milky in five years and oiled timber gets better. Every electrical system is sized to actually do the things you want, rather than to a marketing brief.
We’re unashamed about what we are: small, slow, considered, and built around the idea that a campervan is something you live in, not something you store. Our conversion warranty has been called in five times in six years, and we’ve never charged a penny on it.