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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

Thursday September 17th 2015 Part 1 - Horning

After several grey mornings I finally woke to the promise of blue sky and sunshine, and the possibility of being able to have a proper day out. The first dog walk along the beach was very pleasant and again in the company of Pat and her two cocker spaniels. Pat owned a holiday chalet just down the lane from the camp site and walked her dogs on the beach at the same time as me; we had got chatting on my first morning down there and ended up walking along together.

After a leisurely breakfast and a quick look at the map book the dogs were put in the van, their water supply topped up, and I hit the road for the first part of my day, a visit to Horning. Although I've been there several times before and taken many photos I've never got a shot of the main village street as it's always been too full of cars and people, but I'd recently seen a photo of it which had inspired me to try to get my own view. With very few cars and even less people it was easy enough for me to take my shot without anything or anyone getting in the way, but maybe a few people would have helped as for once the street really looked rather empty.

From there I wandered along the road until the cottages and houses became almost non-existant, then after discovering a pretty little backwater off the main river I made my way back to the riverside itself. While there may have been very few people in the village it was the complete opposite on the riverside - even though the end of the season wasn't far off it was a hive of activity, with boats of all types and sizes out on the water.

With over two dozen photos in the bag - and to be honest I've been very tempted to put them all on here - I made my way back up the hill to the village hall car park where I'd left the van, gave the dogs a drink, then set off for my second port of call. It was somewhere I'd never been to before so I was looking forward to exploring and hopefully adding some more photos to my collection.