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Hi! I'm Eunice and I live in Bolton, Lancashire, with my two dogs Sophie and Sugar and an assortment of cats - well it used to be Sophie and Sugar, now it's Sophie and Poppie. I first began camping back in 1997 when my then partner took me to Anglesey for my birthday weekend. We slept in the back of the car - a hatchback - using the cushions off the settee at home as a mattress, and cooked and brewed up on a single burner camping stove. The site was good, the views were great, the weather fantastic and I was completely hooked. Following that weekend we got a two-man tent and some proper accessories and returned to Anglesey two weeks later, then over time we progressed to a three-man tent followed by an old trailer tent, then a new trailer tent, a campervan and finally a caravan. When my partner decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the street - literally - in April 2009 and I suddenly found myself alone after fifteen years, I decided there was no way I was going to give up camping and caravanning if I could cope on my own. This blog is the story of my travels, trials and tribulations since becoming a solo camper - I hope you like it

Tuesday April 23rd 2019 - The final day...going home

I woke that morning to see a complete change in the weather - gone was the glorious sunshine of the last few days and in its place were clouds and a grey sky. For once though I wasn't too bothered as I was going home anyway - it had been nice while it mattered, and as long as it didn't rain before I took the tent down I could live with the dull day.

Most of the other campers and caravanners had left the site the previous day and with just two caravans across the other side of the field I was the only camper left, so before I took the tent down I took a photo of it looking rather lonely on its own. I was finally ready for leaving the site just after mid day though as I drove through the farm yard I stopped to photograph a few of the farm's many chickens. In a previous conversation with the owner I'd asked how many they had and was told 24,000 - that's a heck of a lot of eggs!

Driving down the west side of Bassenthwaite Lake I was able to stop in a large lay-by where a path led a short distance down to the lake where I was able to wander along the waterside. By this time the sun was putting in a half-hearted appearance and patches of pale blue were beginning to show through the clouds so I managed to get a few reasonable photos before continuing my journey east and south.

The further east I got the brighter the weather became and by the time I hit the M6 the glorious sunshine of the past few days had returned, and it stayed with me all the way home. I was glad really, as I'd had such a lovely few days in such wonderful weather that I didn't really want the holiday to end with a grey day. And I have to say that for my first time in that part of North Cumbria/Lake District I was very impressed with the places I visited, so a return holiday will most definitely be on the cards sooner rather than later.