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.
