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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 July 15th 2013 - Home time comes too quickly

It was another gloriously sunny and very warm day, just right for doing some more exploring and photography, but unfortunately that little thing called 'work' meant it was also going home day - on short weekends such as this home time seems to arrive far too fast. After the usual dog walk and very leisurely breakfast - trying to put off the inevitable! - I made a start on the packing up process, interrupted at one stage by a long conversation with the warden's brother-in-law who was doing his maintenance rounds, and by early lunchtime I was ready for leaving the site.

With plenty of time to spare, and leaving the van where it was, I walked Sophie and Sugar through the site, along the path round the cliff and down to the beach; a stroll along the water's edge with a bit of stone fetching and seaweed catching kept them happy then we walked back to the site through the caravan park next door. The journey home was, as usual, very pleasant and trouble-free and I arrived back with well over an hour to spare before I had to go to work. That would be my last trip to Anglesey for quite a while as I don't normally go there during the long school holidays and my next two planned breaks would be taken elsewhere, but my love for the island would make sure I didn't stay away for too long.