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The motorhome looked unexceptional. Not a small van conversion, but not a huge American-type RV either, and at least fifteen years old. You look at the rear-view mirror which, since it's in the middle of the screen, shows nothing but the interior of the van.As far as you can see, it's empty - "Good," you think as Scarlett tells you to "Turn right in 300 metres."

You ease off the accelerator and touch the brake to bring the van to a near stop while you take the turn into a narrow lane that is little more than a cart track. The electric motors whine a little as you let Scarlett take over to guide you along the rutted track. You press a switch to raise the suspension as a precaution.

Three hundred metres on. there is a steel gate and you pick up the remote control from the charger in the centre console to open it. The gate swings open and then closes and locks behind you as you drive across the meadow.