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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

Friday June 4th 2010 - Homeward bound

I woke and breakfasted very early that day; the morning held the promise of more beautiful weather and I would have loved to have another day of exploration but unfortunately I had to return home. I had to leave at a reasonable time as I had to be home in time for work at 5pm, so I started packing things away at 7am, and by 9 o'clock the awning was down and everything stored away in the van. Once I had checked to make sure I hadn't left any tent pegs or anything else lying on the grass I called in at the on-site club for a quick coffee, then took the dogs for their last walk down on the beach.

I think they must have realised that their holiday was over when I put them in the back of the van, as they certainly didn't look very happy. And I had to admit that the prospect of returning home and going back to work didn't exactly fill me with joy either! After another quick check round the pitch I started the van and drove slowly out of the site - I stopped off to get fuel from the petrol station a mile or so down the lane then hit the road proper at 10.30. The journey back was uneventful, and in spite of a short delay at Sutton Bridge while a boat went through I made good time - I only stopped twice and was back home within six hours, arriving at 4.30pm with a few minutes to spare before work.

Well this trip was my first really long drive and solo camp of almost a week, and in spite of my initial apprehension I had enjoyed every minute of it. I went to places I had been to before and discovered places I had never been to, and taken lots of great photos in the process. And I enjoyed it so much that I promised myself - and the dogs! - that I would do it all again later in the summer.