If you frequent the roads in East Devon, it is likely that you will recognise John Treagood.

The 83-year-old has travelled around these parts for 27 years, occupying a traditional, horse-drawn wagon.

He is one man and his two four-legged companions – an elderly rescue dog named Poppy and 14-year-old pony, Misty.

John is a regular and welcome sight at various locations in the vicinity, often seen parked up on verges by the roadside.

Being a rare sight these days, you cannot help but feel a sense of awe, nostalgia even, when you spot the ornately painted carriage - a smouldering bonfire outside, with a blackened kettle on top and Misty grazing nearby.

Having passed John on many occasions, whilst out and about cycling, I decided to stop and talk to the legend himself.

He agreed to an interview with Honiton Nub News, explaining that he's done this many times – for much larger news organisations. Given the substantial follower base he has amassed on Facebook, his media savviness has not gone unnoticed.

I asked John about his early years, he explained: "I'm originally from Kent, but I haven't been there since I was 15.

"I was born in 1936 and brought up by my grandparents. I never knew my parents – I'm what you would call a b****** in the old days.

"I was signed up to the army from 1954 – 1960."

When asked what made him choose a life on the open road, he responded: "Well, I went for a walk about 45 years ago, just to clear my head because I was getting fed-up, and I just carried on walking.

"I walked around the north for ages."

After spending considerable time in North Yorkshire, John walked south to Devon.

"Someone told me it was nice and flat for a horse, but I came down here and found that it wasn't – I should have gone to Norfolk."

Given my interest into the characteristics attributed to star signs, I couldn't help being curious as to what sign John is. He told me he was born on January 14, 'making you a Capricorn!' I exclaimed, to which he amusedly scoffed: "Am I? I don't know".

John's mannerisms, albeit fairly gruff, bubble with an undercurrent of good humour. He is pleasant company and happy to chat.

This accounts for the many friends he's made along the way, whom he speaks of with a sincere appreciation. The lifestyle he has chosen is a solitary one, however it's incredible just how many lives he has touched.

At one point, John digs out a box containing greetings cards, featuring photos of him on the front, along with a book he has written.

It's one of three - the third of which is nearing completion, so I'm informed.

Given John's exposure to the elements and his age, I asked him if he struggles at all. He confessed that while, 'you do begin to creak when you get old' and sometimes 'he feels it', he's still comfortable enough.

When asked what his way of life has taught him, he retorted: "That the world is bloody insane and I'm the only sane person in it," in his signature wry tone with twinkling eyes.

People, myself included, are drawn to the old fashioned, simplicity of his set up - often sitting in stark contrast to busy roads, full of vehicles racing to the next place.

Taking the time to sit with John, you can't help but feel a sense of acceptance – he doesn't pretend that it's easy, or that his way is the 'right way' – he's just content with his lot.