The car stops and I am woken up, with a deep welsh voice saying were here, must be the middle of the night its cold, dark and smells of woods, i can hear dogs barking. My eyes get used to the dark and i can see this white shape, it’s a caravan, two dogs are chained to it and are barking but wagging their tails and jumping around. One is an Old English sheepdog and one a Jack Russell, Where are we, i can hear water running so must be near the sea i think to myself. So out of the car we get and the door is opened to the caravan, this is exciting, I have never stayed in a caravan before. Its smells of food and dog, I am told to go and sit down at the table with the other boy who’s name is Andrew. The woman is my dad’s wife and Andrew is her son. I am asked if i would like a cup of hot chocolate and something to eat, i say yes still not sure what to make of all this , this man is my dad I have never really seen and for the first time since I have left Kent I am a bit nervous really as I am having difficulty understanding what anybody says and they are talking all in gibberish, i found out later its welsh. So where is this place i cant hear anything else from the caravan apart from the sound of water and the dogs rummaging around under the caravan, I am a little scared to be honest, there are no lights anywhere outside of the windows and when you have lived in a tower block you can see for miles around. So we all sit round the table for something to eat and while i try to work out what they are saying I am sipping on my very warm hot chocolate. Then I am told its time for bed at which point everyone gets up the table comes away and a few blankets and a pillow are put on the seat i was sitting on. Andrew has the same on his seat and my dad and his wife go to the back of the caravan and pull a curtain across. I follow Andrews lead and lay my blankets down and wonder is this really my bed, only ever slept on the sofa before when you have watched television after school, but where do i wee and wash i cant see a toilet just a small kitchen like sink, i haven’t brushed my teeth either nor did anyone else. The lights go out with no word of good night and all i can hear still is the water the dogs underneath me and my dad and his wife’s voice talking welsh from behind the curtain. This is scary but I am so tired i fall asleep with no trouble at all. Wondering again before i do where am i. and what will I see in the morning.