For all the wrong reasons!
I arrived at Lady Heyes site at Frodsham on the Saturday morning to join the nutters group for their Christmas meet; now I don't know whether I'd missed something with not being there the day before, or if things had changed drastically from what was originally planned, but given that it was supposed to be 'Christmas' the meet itself was nothing like I'd expected it to be and there was nothing Christmassy about it. My afternoon was spent wandering round the various shops on the site and an hour or so in the evening was spent in one member's caravan chatting to a couple of other nutters while the rest of the nutters gathered elsewhere, although I did notice that one or two of them had Christmas hats on.
Sunday morning was spent chatting to various other campers as they were packing up to leave and in the afternoon I drove ten minutes down the road to Delamere forest, supposedly to walk the dogs round the lake which was there, but the path didn't follow the lakeside and for most of the way round I couldn't even see the water for all the trees. My evening, which was the most enjoyable bit of the whole weekend, was spent chatting to a couple who had arrived while I was out. I spent a while chatting to them again on Monday morning then I packed up the tent and my belongings, left the site at noon at was back home by 1pm.
Thinking back over the weekend I wished I hadn't bothered going; it was by far the most disappointing and boring camping weekend I've ever had, and as for the site itself, there's no way I would ever go back there again. My reasons why? - you can find most of them here -
- 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