After the previous night's high winds I woke that morning to find everything still and quiet, with not even the slightest breeze - and the awning just as it should be! The sky was very overcast again though and it looked like it might rain. After a breakfast of tea and toast I took the dogs for a long walk through the nearby heathland and along the beach, while deciding where to go that day. I finally opted to go into Potter Heigham and visit Latham's, my favourite store.
Now for anyone who has never been to that area, Potter Heigham - or Po' Hyam as the locals call it - is a small village on the Broads and a very popular boating centre. Latham's is a big store which sells everything from tea bags to compost bags - and even if you don't want anything when you go in there it's practically guaranteed that you'll come out with something. I spent ages wandering round, eventually buying three dvds of the local area and a couple of yellow breakfast trays for my caravan. I had previously spent months looking everywhere for yellow trays and never found any, but Latham's had exactly what I wanted. Feeling very pleased that I had finally got what I wanted after many months of searching I went round to the cafe at the front of the store and treated myself to coffee and the most delicious cream-filled Belgian bun I had ever tasted. While I was in there the sky started to clear a bit and the sun appeared in fits and starts so I decided to wander round with the dogs for a while and maybe take a few photos.
I discovered a lovely riverside walk, and spent so long wandering round that it became too late to go anywhere else so I just drove back to the site for tea. Monday is a good tv night for me so once I'd had something to eat and tidied everything away I settled in for the evening, and apart from taking the dogs for their final walk round the site later on I didn't venture out again.
- 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