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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

Sunday June 1st 2014 - Back to Anglesey

A bright sunny morning at 7am saw me leaving home for my second camp on Anglesey, this time for the best part of ten days. The roads were very quiet so the driving was easy and very pleasant with blue sky and sunshine all the way; that was until I got as far as Conwy where, just like four weeks previously, some stupid weather god had drawn a line across the sky and coloured the part over Anglesey in a very depressing grey. However, spending well over a week on the island meant that I could afford to lose a day or two to cloud so I wasn't unduly bothered - knowing Anglesey as I do I was sure the sunshine wouldn't be far away.

When I finally arrived at the camp site there was no sign of the warden so using my 12-month barrier pass I drove straight through and headed for my usual small field. At first I didn't think I would get a space as the field was occupied by several tents and a camper van but I was in luck - right down at the bottom end was a fairly large vacant space with an unused hook-up point nearby. That would do for me so I parked the van, fished out the tent and set about building my home. By the time I'd got the tent securely pegged and everything set out inside it all the other occupants of the field, apart from the camper van, had packed up and gone, so unless a gang of fun-loving party-goers arrived (which was highly unlikely) it looked like I would have a nice quiet few days.

With the dogs taken for a walk round the site and my site fees paid at reception I returned to the tent and spent the rest of the day and evening relaxing with my latest book and watching a bit of tv. This holiday was, for once, intended to be more of a chill-out time, and though I would be out and about with the camera on some of the days a fair few of them would be spent doing absolutely nothing other than walking the dogs. And although normally I prefer to keep busy and doing nothing isn't really my thing, this time I was actually looking forward to it.

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