Catavanning in the New Forest

Something is clearly going on. Bags for life stuffed with all sorts have started appearing. One even seems to contain my belongings. I don’t remember authorising this. After a good sleep, morning arrives again, but the humans are up earlier than usual. Suspicious behaviour. The bags begin to disappear… and then my cat carrier appears.... Continue Reading →

Sun, Saddles and a Very Spoilt Cat

The rest of our stay passed in a blur of bike rides, tea stops, and an alarming amount of time spent catering to a small, furry dictator named Oscar. Oscar, for his part, has taken to caravanning like he’s been secretly doing it behind our backs for years. Honestly, if he could talk, I’m fairly... Continue Reading →

Sea Air, Sick Cat & the Price of a Kidney in the New Forest

After the best night’s sleep, I wake to the kettle boiling and the unmistakable sound of the cat throwing up… on my seat. Fortunately, our seats are covered with throws, so it’s easily sorted… by Steve. I’m still in bed. Every time I get into the caravan bed, I forget how comfy it is. You... Continue Reading →

From Chaos to Cosy, A New Forest Escape

A lie-in is always a good idea on the day you go away, if you can. What followed was a flurry of manic energy, doors opening and closing, bags being flung about, and a last-minute decision to hoist the tandem onto the car roof. We hadn’t planned to take it, but on this surprisingly mild... Continue Reading →

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