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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 September 2nd 2013 - Visiting Redwings

I woke that morning to sunshine and patches of blue sky with a fair amount of cloud around. With relaxation being very much a part of this holiday I'd done very little the previous day other than take a stroll on the beach with the dogs, visit my friends Eileen and Ron, and have a leisurely coffee and cake at Latham's, so as the least cloud that day seemed to be south of the camp site I decided to have a drive down to Redwings horse sanctuary to visit my adopted horse Rusty. 

Arriving at the large paddock used as a car park I left the van under a tree, clipped the leads on the dogs and went over to reception to check the board which would tell me which paddock Rusty was in; he was in Fieldfare paddock, sharing with Icky the grey Welsh pony, Oliver the little pony with the twisted nose, and a very dark grey horse which I didn't manage to find the name of. Rusty has been at Redwings since 1983 and I originally adopted him not long afterwards - even though he's now over thirty years old he's still a very handsome horse. I spent quite some time talking to them all before having a wander round to see who was in some of the other paddocks, then leaving the dogs back in the van I went for a quick coffee - minus the cake for once - and a look in the shop, where I bought a couple of horsey notebooks and a calendar for next year featuring all the adoption horses.  

Back at the van I spent a few minutes at the end of the paddock playing ball with the dogs then set off back to the camp site. The weather had been improving all the time I'd been at Redwings and most of the cloud had gone so I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sun outside the tent, and with hardly anyone else on the camping field - just two small tents and a campervan at the far end - the place was very quiet. A short dog walk along the beach just before the daylight faded kept Sophie and Sugar happy and we all retreated to our beds a while later with fingers and paws crossed for good weather the following day.