I went camping at the weekend and the site also had traditional caravans on it, squeezed into a caravan for 2 was this guy who I named 'Bob' and his wife and grown up daughter, her husband and 2 kids. As it was an untypically hot summers day for the UK, Bob had taken to wearing no top but still kept on his jeans and shoes with the obligatory bright red braces to keep them over his vast tummy. I kept making quick sketches of 'Bob' and we all grew to find him a bit of a character and took to discussing where he may be from and what he did in his life back home. I imagined he kept and raced pigeons.