Up with the lark, or even before the lark and the crows and the sparrows. The rain has been thundering on the caravan roof for most of the night and it's still falling heavily from the dark night skies as I stumble out the the van door at ridiculous o'clock in the morning. In real... Continue Reading →
Composting toilets. Where do I start? I have a toilet phobia, I struggle to... go. Depending on circumstance. I don't hold onto it, I don't try to make myself ill, if the surroundings aren't right, it just doesn't happen. Nothing moves. My sister moved to The States years ago. We spent three glorious weeks absorbing... Continue Reading →
We're off on the road again. After our last trip to the New Forest, I'm a little more organised. I started to throw stuff, willy nilly into the van the night before, so, when our shift finishes, I'm still in uniform as he is motor moving the van out of our compound and into late... Continue Reading →
I've done nowt but moan for the past few hours, nothing new there, according to The Boss. Since taking the awning down a few weeks ago, lifting the legs, hitching up and hitting the road and heading towards Burford we vowed we'd take the van off site and away again on our next available days... Continue Reading →
Looking back fondly on 2018. A few days into the New Year and we flew to Lanzarote for two weeks of winter sunshine ahead of starting our new lives, jobs, chapters and adventures. Flying isn't one of our favourite past times and just reinforces Why We Like to Caravan. We do however need a little... Continue Reading →
Having spent the first forty years of my life in Bolton, it will always hold a special place in my heart. All my memories are there. I was born and brought up there, both Jellybeans were born in Bolton and spent most of their childhoods there. Bolton has changed a lot in the twelve years... Continue Reading →
We've been home for two whole weeks, it's been a strange two weeks. Countless trips to the charity shop and what felt like 'waiting for something.' A feeling that I think will take longer than two weeks to shrug off. I haven't got time to adjust to normal living, I've got itchy feet. Having been... Continue Reading →
Our time at the Centenary Site has ended. We drove out with heavy hearts. The site, the area, all will forever have a place in our hearts. It's strange, leaving. Almost like moving out of your first home. You know every nook and cranny and can find your way around in the dark. The familiarity,... Continue Reading →
Summer 2017. A quick twenty minute process on the PC, the finger hovers momentarily, then, we hit the 'send' button. Twenty years ago, balmy summer evenings sat outside our frame tents, or on the cooler evenings in a tent, in various parts of the UK with our oldest and dearest friends, Mags and Oniss. Kids... Continue Reading →
The Caravan and Motorhome Club Site is set within walking distance of the picturesque market town of Moreton-in-Marsh in Gloucestershire. Known locally for its market on a Tuesday and plentiful pubs and restaurants. Buses run from just outside the site to Stratford-upon-Avon and other bus stops a short walk away in the town take you... Continue Reading →
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