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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

Saturday April 13th 2013 - L is for Laughter....

This post is part of the A to Z Challenge.

There have been many times during my camping years that things have occurred which have reduced me to fits of giggles or tears of laughter, and though there are too many instances to post on here one certain occasion is well embedded in my memory.

I was spending a few days on Anglesey with my partner at a site with no ehu points available, so unable to use our camping fridge it was his idea to keep the milk cool by putting the carton on the ground in the shade under the van. This worked quite well until one day when we were about to go out for the afternoon; we disconnected the drive-away awning and while I secured the back of it with a couple of tent pegs he started up the van. Unfortunately, before I even had chance to think about it, he put the van into gear and moved forwards - straight over the carton of milk, which promptly exploded in spectacular fashion and showered both me and the back of the awning with two pints of pasteurised. It went everywhere, including in my eyes and in my hair, and while I stood there literally dripping with the stuff and looking decidedly stunned he sat in the van trying not to look at me. And then he did - and realising what I must look like my sense of humour got the better of me and I laughed so much that my tears mingled with the now-drying milk on my face.

It took a while to sponge the milk off the awning and once I'd showered, washed my hair and had a change of clothes we did finally go out, but for the rest of the holiday we checked and double-checked that the milk had been moved before we drove off anywhere in the van. We laughed about that incident many times after that, and ever since that day we always made sure we had a pitch with an ehu point so we could use the fridge!