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I’ve made one of the biggest decisions of my life.
If everything goes to plan, I’m aiming to retire from running The Puddle at Christmas 2028.
After years of building this place, that raises a pretty serious question:
Can The Puddle survive without me?
Apparently this is what happens when The Puddle carries out a management performance review…
Around 6 years ago we were quoted around £14,000 to connect The Puddle to the electricity grid. Instead, we kept to our eco vision and spent roughly £7,500 on solar panels, batteries and an off-grid power system. Was it actually a good decision?
I took Dylan and Josh’s phones away and sent them back to 1981. No smartphones. No internet. No streaming.
Somewhere along the way, the adults stopped being guests in my videos and became the stars of them. They've filmed, come up with ideas, caused absolute chaos and helped turn Going Puddled into something I never expected. And now we're on the verge of something pretty...
Three blokes and a ridiculous amount of camping gear.
We gave the adults the power to decide whether our manager keeps her job. With just 10 months left to save The Puddle, I sat down with Meg for a serious look at where the survival plan actually stands. Unfortunately, we also appointed Jake as Human Resources. Dressed...
What started as a reasonably straightforward afternoon cooking pigeon breast over the Solo Stove quickly descended into the usual Puddle chaos. There’s honey and mustard glaze, questionable food reviews, an unexpected Ainsley Harriott impression, plenty of completely...
After a busy few weeks at The Puddle, I had hoped for a sneaky fishing trip but instead I opted for a peaceful solo camping trip. It didn't quite work out like that.