After a grey and showery day on Sunday, where I'd done nothing other than have a second coffee at Latham's followed by a visit to my friends Eileen and Ron at Clippesby, Monday arrived full of sunshine and blue sky. I had no firm plans for the day other than to drive up to North Walsham to visit David, a guy I'd recently corresponded with through the UKCS forums; he had a disc with some computer programmes on it which would be useful to me if I wanted to collect it so I thought I may as well call up there first then drive on to somewhere else later.
As I'd never actually been into North Walsham before a quick check on Google Earth a few days previously had shown me that David's address was easy enough to find and I arrived just before lunch time. David and his wife were a friendly couple, they invited me in and we spent quite a while chatting before I collected the computer disc and said my goodbyes. Unfortunately though, while I'd been indoors the sun had done a disappearing act and the clear blue sky was now cloudy and grey, so rather than continue north in search of new places to photograph I drove the four miles to Mundesley on the coast. I've been there a couple of times before so a 30-minute car park ticket was all I needed and with just half a dozen shots taken I was soon on my way again.
My next stop was back inland at Stalham for a look round the shops; I still needed to get a jacket of some sort and thought maybe the Original Factory Shop on the high street would have something suitable. I didn't find a jacket or a track-suit top but I did find some track-suit bottoms which were just the right length, and at only five quid they were too good to miss so I got a pair - now all I needed was the top to go with them.
With the grey sky showing no sign of clearing I decided to cut my losses and go back to the camp site - there was no point going somewhere else just for the sake of it. And my route along the A149 just happened to take me back through Potter Heigham, where somehow I found an invisible hand guiding me back into Latham's for my third coffee and cake in as many days. Finally back at the tent I spent the rest of the day and evening reading and watching a bit of tv, then after the 10pm dog walk I retreated to bed with fingers crossed for nice weather the following day.
- 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