Nailing Our Colours to the Mast

Beyond thrice nine lands and under the eaves of our Hedgespoken travelling theatre housetruck the frost has been jewelling the cobwebs stitched there, and all along these cold hedgerows the gorse and holly and quiet hazels have also been royally crowned by the jewels of winter.


So why do we want to travel? Why do we want to live an unrooted uncertain life on wheels? There are many many considerations and questions and dreams that taking to the road brings forth…