The campervan arrived on a grey morning, tall enough to make the house look slightly surprised. An earthy-green Peugeot Boxer L4H2 sat outside my door, quiet and square-shouldered, as if it had always known it was coming to live with me. I stood there with my mug of coffee, taking in the height, the length, the ridiculous promise of it all. Then I said its name aloud for the first time. Alma. I am 72, single, and beginning one of the most practical, deliberate, joyful chapter