There was another mild ground frost when I took the dogs for their first early morning walk but it soon disappeared when the sun arrived and by the time I'd had breakfast the tent was warming up nicely without the need for the heater. It looked like it was going to be another lovely day and I really wanted to go off exploring again but unfortunately I had to go home. With no rush to leave my pitch I took my time in packing up and just before I dismantled the tent I took the dogs for another walk round and took a few photos of the site.
With the tent down and finally stashed in the van and the dogs settled in the back I drove slowly along the track and out of the site for the last time - and for some strange reason I felt as if I was leaving a little piece of myself behind.
Heading along the A5 towards Llangollen I realised that my breakfast had worn off and I was feeling rather peckish so I stopped in the lay-by across the road from the Toll Gate Cafe and went to get a coffee and a cheeseburger, which I took back to the van and ate while enjoying the surrounding scenery. The views were just too good to miss so before I set off again I had a quick walk along the lay-by and snapped a couple of shots.
The rest of the journey went without any problems or traffic delays and I was back home within a couple of hours, still in glorious sunshine. As I downloaded my photos to the pc that evening I thought back over the last few days. This had been Poppie's first camp, and apart from the whingeing in the van she had behaved beautifully with not a sound from her while in and around the tent; the weather had been glorious, I'd been to some nice places, got some good photos, and stayed at a lovely little site which I'd never been to before - and the peace and tranquility of Felin Uchaf guarantees I'll make a return in the not-too-distant future.
- 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