It was another glorious morning, if anything better than the previous day as there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and I certainly didn't feel like packing up and going home but I had to do. And this time I really was packing up - after three consecutive weekends on the same pitch I was finally taking the tent down and taking it home. In less than two weeks I would be making my second trip of the season to California so it was time I spent a weekend at home beforehand. I was in no rush to leave though so after the first dog walk of the day I had a leisurely breakfast and sat in the sun for a while before I made a start on sorting my things out and loading them into the van. Sophie and Sugar had retreated to their beds in their side of the tent but when there was only the tent left to move I put them in the back of the van out of the way - and looking at their faces I don't think they wanted to go home either.
It didn't take long to take the tent down and get it packed away in its bag and after checking the ground for any stray pegs I was ready for off, but before I left there was one thing I wanted to do. Several times in conversation with different people at home I've been asked why I always stay at that particular site, so as it was such a beautifully clear and sunny day I decided to take a few minutes to photograph the view I saw the very first time I camped there fourteen years previously - the view which started my love affair with Anglesey.
Now maybe many people wouldn't think there was anything special about that view but to me as a first time camper it had the 'wow' factor, and as many times as I've camped there since I never tire of seeing it. There are many different views from that site, in fact there was a good one looking over the hedge a few yards from where I had just been pitched, but that very first view will forever remain my favourite.
Those were to be my last shots of the weekend, and returning to the van I stashed the camera away in my bag and finally drove away from the corner which had played home to my tent for the last few weeks. As always I drove down to the promenade and took the dogs for a final walk along the beach, then with them settled safely on their beds in the back of the van I set off for home. With the radio to sing along to it was a very pleasant drive back in the sunshine and I arrived home with a few minutes to spare before I had to go to work. My next trip would be the California one but going off recent weeks there was every possibility that I would make yet another visit to Anglesey before the end of the season.
- 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