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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 June 12th 2018 - Going home....eventually

Another gloriously warm and sunny morning arrived and with it came the unwanted prospect of ending my all-too-short holiday and going home. After a leisurely breakfast I did a very leisurely pack-up and was ready for leaving the site just before 1pm, though as is my usual custom I drove down to the promenade, found a vacant parking space and took the dogs for a final walk along the beach. It was so nice down there that I decided to stay for a while longer so I made a couple of sandwiches from some chicken I had in the cool box, got a takeaway coffee from the nearby kiosk then sat in the van and enjoyed a leisurely late lunch with a great view of the beach.

It was getting on for 3pm before I finally managed to tear myself away from this lovely place, though in an effort to prolong the holiday as much as I could I decided to make a couple of stops on my way along the coast. The first was at Llanfairfechan, a place I hadn't been to for several years; with its coloured houses, sailing boat area and attractive park and promenade it was a lovely little area. Walking past the park I came across an old weather-beaten notice set in a wall so I stopped to read it; three lines in particular made me smile so I just had to get a photo.

My second stop was at Penmaenmawr, smaller than Llanfairfechan and not as pretty but nice enough in its own way. Walking along the pleasant promenade it was hard to believe that the very busy A55 was just behind it, separated from it by just a high concrete wall and the only give-away being the constant noise of traffic. And travelling along that section of road you wouldn't know of the promenade's existence down below unless you were sitting high up in the cab of a big wagon, as it can't be seen from the road. One unusual thing I did see as I walked along was a row of what I assume were 'beach huts' built into the underside of the road - they all had coloured doors and were numbered 1 to 36 but had a 'closed up' look to them so maybe they haven't been used for some time.

My third and final stop further up the coast was an impromptu visit to my blogging friend Eileen and we spent a very nice couple of hours having a good chat over a mug of coffee. It was nearly 7.30pm when I finally set off from there on the last leg of my journey and after a very quick stop at Chester services, where I briefly saw a squirrel close to the van, I arrived back home at 9.15pm.

Admittedly the holiday hadn't been near enough as long as I'd originally intended but I'd made the most of the few days I did have and packed as much as I could into each one. Also stopping off a few times on the way home had made it seem to be a bit longer so by the time I did get home in the late evening sunshine I didn't really feel as though my time had come to an abrupt end. Also with great weather all the way through I'd got a near-enough Mediterranean tan just by walking about and exploring so I can't complain too much. Now all I have to think about is where I'm going for my next break!