Alisdair Mans Cornwell

Having escaped both the cold sterile white walls of an office and, inadvertently, the clutches of Brexit civil war back in 2016, I took on the big wide world of travelling and digital nomadship on a whim in search of sun, sea, beer, and smelly hostels.

Since then, I’ve found the sun to be overrated after being sunburnt to oblivion in Australia, the sea to be fun until you nosedive into the sand following an evil dumpy wave, and smelly hostels to be smellier than anything ever in the world.

Still, something continues to draw me to it – perhaps it’s my reluctance to grow up or my insistence to never go back to the sterile white walls of an office ever again.