Raöul Halvar
Dictating Chief of the Waywood Territories
Dorset, UK
Reaching the Waywood Territories without the luxury of a car is a difficult task. After two trains and an hour and a half walk through the New Forest, you find a wooden gate covered in signs telling you to keep out. You ring a bell and a man comes to let you in, twisting several locks and lifting a series of wooden blocks, each heavier than the last.
Once I was finally inside, we had a cup of tea and I got to meet the 12 other people who call Waywood their home.
Raoul, the owner of this patch of woodland has done his best to provide for those who have decided to live here. There are pathways with names such as 'Guild Way' and living quarters for everyone. A sandpit for the young, a pub for the old and an armoury and jail for those against them. Raoul spoke proudly of his fire and national health service and their response times.
The system of governance in Waywood is as complex as it is inclusive. At the top of the pile sits Raoul, the Chief and Dictator. Whilst he has the final say, decisions are made through a council of 12 'Wombles' (Waywood Residents) with each representative selected based on their Chinese zodiac symbol.
To complicate matters, there are only 8 seperate zodiac signs accounted for within the community and so four seats on the council are left unoccupied, with the hope being that they will be filled one day.
In the centre of Waywood are three large thrones. Two of which are decorated by Raoul and his partner and one is left blank for visiting dignitaries and a prospective second partner. For a portion of my visit, Raoul sat atop his throne talking about the future of Waywood whilst the others carry out their duties in and around. Out of all the micronations I have visited, this one felt most like a nation.