I have returned to my roots: Camphill. Except this time in Botswana instead of Edinburgh. I moved into Prince's mum's little 4 roomed weekend house in the village of Otse with Prince (when he's not studying in Gabs). When drinking tea (or, I'm sure, any other form of comforting refreshment) on the doorstep, you can see the most beautiful sunsets over the hills and the contrasting varying shades of green stretching into South Africa. When you use the outside long-drop toilet at night, you can see the vast galaxy of stars shining brightly over the countryside, possibly lighting up a leopard having a night time drink from a trickling stream not far away.

Water is collected from a tap outside and South African electricity issues are resulting in regular power cuts for Botswana, so candle lit evenings and cold bucket baths have become familiar.

8am-5pm Monday-Friday I work at Moste Wa Badiri Camphill school for special needs. It is a 2 year course where teenagers and young adults gain the life skills needed to find employment. The Camphill is a half hour walk away, passed children playing with old wheels, a tuc shop every 200 meters, people who always say hello to you and across a railway line only used for very slow goods trains. It is a lovely place, with big grounds dotted with orange tree orchards, vegetable plots and herb gardens (grown by the learners). There are also the schools for younger students, the church and the houses they live in during their school years. It's a beautiful, welcoming, joy filled bubble that is so familiar to me from my Camphill childhood. Many of the staff are in some way disabled, so there are no worries of political correctness, it is simply a natural happy environment full of banter, laughter and, of course, the occasional strop. If someone falls over, they will be automatically helped up by their classmate while they continue chatting. Every good answer is applauded with gusto, dancing is plentiful & uninhibited and long conversations are had between a man with a limp arm and a man who's speech is limited to grunts and noises, but is understood. There was a lovely moment on my first day when one man was struggling to get his full wheelbarrow up a bump in the path, and three students immediately ran (or hobbled) towards him and helped him up the step. There is a constant awareness of others and willingness to help.

Every afternoon they have sports lesson. They are very good at athletics and the Camphill is actually home of world champion special golfer and a Paralympic sprint medal winner. Who would've thought I'd come to Otse and mix with celebrities!

There is complete equality (though still plenty of respect) between staff and students and everyone is so naturally good hearted. It's a beautiful environment to be part of. Half way across the world, but within Camphill, I feel like I've come home.