Rock Bottom to Roaming

Rock Bottom to Roaming A dad who hit rock bottom
A mum who nearly broke
Two wild little boys
One dog
One big truck
One big plan to give back
This is Rock Bottom to Roaming.

People keep telling us we’re mad.Here’s the actual list. The house. The car. The school run. The bedrooms they’ve had si...
14/09/2026

People keep telling us we’re mad.
Here’s the actual list. The house. The car. The school run. The bedrooms they’ve had since the day they were born. Every mate they’ve made. Christmas round the same table. Seeing family on the daily.
Written down like that it reads like we’re burning our life down to chase something daft.
Then last month I carried Hudson up a black beach at ten at night. Sand in everything, absolutely done in. He never asked about his bedroom. Never asked about the house. He asked if we could do it again tomorrow.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
We’re not taking their life off them. We’re taking away the stuff that was stood in front of it.

Send this to the one who says they’d never do it. What’s the thing you’d struggle to let go of?

Everybody asks why it needs six wheels.Fair question. It’s a Mercedes Arocs — three axles, six single wheels, all of the...
10/09/2026

Everybody asks why it needs six wheels.
Fair question. It’s a Mercedes Arocs — three axles, six single wheels, all of them driven, and it’s rated to 33 tonnes. Here’s what every bit of it is actually for.
Singles at the back instead of twins, because twin wheels pack solid with mud and stop turning. Every tool and bit of recovery gear lives in lockers on the outside, because nobody wants a greasy jack in the kitchen. A scrambler on the back, because a 33-tonne truck can’t nip to the shop for milk — the bike is how we actually see a place. A full-size spare, because no garage in the Pamirs stocks this size. And a flat-panel body with as few seams as possible, because dust gets into anything that sticks out.
None of that is showing off. The spec follows the route, not the other way round. Roads like the last one in this set are the reason it isn’t a van.
What would you add to it? Tell me what I’ve missed — I’d rather hear it now than halfway across Kazakhstan.

Everyone asks how a family of four affords six years on the road.
Nobody asks it politely.So here’s the honest answer — ...
09/09/2026

Everyone asks how a family of four affords six years on the road.
Nobody asks it politely.
So here’s the honest answer — all four of it.
A pop-up coffee stand under the truck’s canopy, beans and machine supplied by a mate’s roastery . Software and online services I build, which earn while we’re asleep in Kazakhstan (hopefully😬) Reform on the Road — Sarah’s Pilates classes, live online from wherever we’re parked. And a truck that’s the shop, the office and the house all at once, so there’s one set of bills instead of three.
No crowdfunder. No GoFundMe. Nobody has been asked for a penny and nobody will be.
Six months ago I couldn’t do most of this. I’m a fabricator who’s built custom vehicles for twenty years and I’ve had to learn the rest as I went.
Which one would you bet on? Tell me below — and send this to the mate who says you can’t afford to travel.

08/09/2026

We’re not just going on holiday — we’re driving our family round the world. Overland, in a truck we built ourselves, from rock bottom.
Me, Sarah, the boys, and Peanut the dog. Leaving Barnsley in a 6x6 Mercedes Arocs we’ve turned into a proper home on wheels.

The route’s all mapped — years of planning gone into this, not a whim. Europe first, then down through the Balkans, across into Turkey, up through the Caucasus, along the old Silk Road through the Stans, down into South East Asia, across to Indonesia — and further still from there. Every border, every season, every visa worked out to the day.

Hudson’s going to talk you through it better than I can.

This isn’t about the flash. It’s about freedom — showing the boys the world instead of watching it on a screen. Rock Bottom to Roaming.

Buckle up.

07/09/2026

First week back at school. And I’ll be honest, it’s been sh*te.

Not because of the lads. Because of what it exposes.

Six weeks of having them under my feet, then Monday comes and the house goes quiet and the machine starts back up. Alarm. Uniforms. Rush. Drop-off. Work. Pick-up. Tea. Bed. Repeat. And you stand there in the yard at half eight in the morning thinking — what is any of this actually for?

We work to pay for a house. A house we’re barely in. We hand our kids to strangers for the best hours of the day so we can afford the roof they sleep under at night. Then we’re told that’s success. That’s “providing.”

I’ve done that for 20 years. I’ve built other people’s dreams with my hands while my own kids grew up in the gaps. Time you don’t get back. Not for them, not for me, not for Sarah. Nobody wins in that deal except the bloke collecting the mortgage.

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