we’re just passing through…

There’s an inescapable melancholy about some of Roger Deakin’s writing…

There’s more truth about a camp than a house. Planning laws need not worry the improvising builder because temporary structures are more beautiful anyway, and you don’t need permission for them. There’s more truth about a camp because that is the position we are in. The house represents what we ourselves would like to be on earth: permanent, rooted, here for eternity. But a camp represents the true reality of things: we’re just passing through.

Roger Deakin’s Wildwood: A Journey Through Trees