I woke that morning to the sound of rain on the tent and a very cloudy grey sky; it seemed that the sun from the previous day had decided to go awol. The first dog walk of the day was a very quick one down to the site entrance and back then after breakfast, and with nowhere to go in the rain, I settled down to watch one of the dvds I'd brought with me. By lunch time though I'd had enough of being cooped up in the tent so I decided to drive down to Corwen village and have a look round the few shops. I needed to get a replacement plastic tablecloth for my camping kitchen unit and thought the home-and-hardware shop in Corwen might have one; I was out of luck though, there wasn't a plastic tablecloth to be seen, so I drove back to Llangollen to continue my quest there.
With the rain showing no sign of stopping I dodged in and out of various shops but still couldn't find what I was looking for, though in one of the charity shops I did find a 4-dvd set of a tv series I used to watch years ago; it was new and only £1.99 so I got it to watch later then returned to the van and drove back to the camp site. It was early evening when the wind started - huge and prolonged gusts which roared through the trees surrounding the site and battered the tent from all sides. With the continuing rain I felt like the dogs and I were completely marooned but the tent was pegged down as securely as it could possibly be and it had survived high winds on other occasions so I didn't let it worry me too much.
After another very quick dog walk I settled down to watch my new dvds - and for anyone who's never seen The Golden Girls then you don't know what you've missed. I don't usually like American sit-coms, I don't find them remotely funny, however The Golden Girls is somehow different. Okay, so it's an old series from the 80s/early 90s but it doesn't seem dated and it really is funny; I watched all the episodes on the first dvd before it was time to take the dogs for their pre-bedtime walk. The wind was still howling but the rain had slackened enough for us not to get too wet; I'd just timed it nicely too as not long after we got back to the tent the heavens opened with another deluge, though snuggled in my bed later on I didn't really care what it did. I was disappointed that I hadn't been able to get out and about and take the photos I'd wanted to but tomorrow, as they say, was another 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