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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

Monday February 25th 2013 - Another grey day

I woke that morning to another grey and miserable day but it didn't really matter too much as I was going home anyway. I wasn't in too much of a rush though so after a dog walk round the lake and the stable block I made a brew and some toast and had a leisurely breakfast before I began to think about packing up. From the various noises coming from the next pitch it was obvious that John and Graham were getting ready to leave, and when I heard them hitching up the caravan I went out to say my goodbyes - it had been great chatting to them the night before and I didn't think it would be long before we met up again on another site somewhere.

I took my time in packing everything in the van and taking the tent down, and with a quick look round the pitch for any stray tent pegs I was ready for leaving at 1pm, but first came a good dog walk round the lake at the bottom end of the site. Back on my pitch I couldn't resist taking a couple of photos of Sophie and Sugar in their new hoodies - Sophie's is a bit too big for her and I think it makes her look rather like a glove puppet - then with them safely ensconced in the back of the van I set off for home.

The drive back was trouble free in spite of the miles of roadworks on the M62 and I was home with plenty of time to spare before I went to work. As I downloaded my photos onto the pc that evening I thought back over my weekend and where I had stayed. I'd taken pot luck on the site as it had been someone else's choice, but I had no complaints; it was a nice little place, and I can imagine that on a nice sunny day and with leaves on the trees it would be really lovely. It was a pity that the weather hadn't been better but I'd still had a good weekend, and I'll certainly make a point of going back there in the not-too-distant future.