I woke early to yet another glorious morning - far too nice to be going home. In a perverse way I wished it was raining - a wet morning would have encouraged me to pack up and leave but the cloudless blue sky and sunshine just made me want to stay longer. But duty called, I had to be at work for 5pm and there was no time for dilly-dallying so I had to get up and make a start. With the dogs on their line outside the awning I had a quick breakfast then set about packing everything away and by 8.30 I only had the awning to take down. Before I did that though I went out with the camera and took the last few pictures of my holiday - my van and awning on an empty site!
With the awning finally taken down and the blinds removed from the front and back of the van it was time to take the dogs for their last walk of the holiday - going through the site and across the camping field I went down onto the beach via the nearby steps and walked along as far as the next set of steps before turning round and heading back the other way. There was hardly anyone around just then and the sunshine, blue sky, calm sea and the dogs running happily along the sand made for a perfect morning, but all too soon it was time to go back to the van and set off for home. I left the site at 10am and had a relatively easy journey home with only a couple of stops - I love driving, and with a couple of my favourite cds to sing along to I really enjoy a long journey. The only problem came when I reached the outskirts of Manchester and got caught up in the beginning of the early evening rush hour - at one point it was touch and go whether I would make it home to get to work on time but I did - just. And as I loaded dishwashers, polished desks and vacuumed carpets my mind was not only going back over the last ten days but also looking forward to the next holiday down at California.
- 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