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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 August 29th 2011 - Murphy's Law at work

I woke that morning to a very warm van, and when I looked out of the window it was to see sunshine and an almost cloudless blue sky - Murphy's Law had decreed that after two very grey days the Anglesey sunshine would return on the day I had to go home. Typical! To make the most of it I decided to delay breakfast and take the dogs down to the beach while it was still relatively quiet, and as soon as I picked up the leads they were ready to go. It was a very pleasant walk through the site and along the cliff path to the bay; the tide was out so once I got past the 'no dogs allowed' part of the beach there was a huge expanse of sand for Sophie and Sugar to run about on. By the time I'd reached the next caravan site, which is on a low lying private headland jutting out onto the beach, I was more than ready for breakfast so I turned and retraced my route back to the awning. It was a beautiful morning, one of those you wish would last for ever, but unfortunately I couldn't prolong my break - it was just a shame that the previous two days hadn't been the same.

With breakfast over I sat for a while in the sun outside the awning watching the comings and goings of other campers but eventually I had to face facts - I needed to start packing up. I took my time about it though and it was almost 1pm by the time I'd finally got the awning down and back in its bag. Having taken the dogs on the beach earlier on there was no need to go down there before I left for home as I would normally do so a walk round the site was all that was needed before I settled them in the back of the van, then after a quick check round for any stray tent pegs I was ready for going. I didn't know if I would be back again before the site closed at the end of September - it would be nice if I could manage one more weekend but if I couldn't then I had next year to look forward to, and with the guidance of my new book I would be able to find many more places to photograph.