Goodbye Wales and back to England. The day is dull, damp and grey. Oh the joys of caravanning in the winter. The roads are kind to us and the traffic flows easily. The roads towards the North West display their industry proudly in the mizzly gloom. Roads become familiar very quickly even though we are... Continue Reading →
After two nights at Broadway its time to bid farewell , pack up and hit the road again. This time we're heading to a site that seems to be loved by lots of people, Lady Margaret's in Chirk. In an area we've been to before, back in another life before caravanning when we toured the... Continue Reading →
After a lazy morning the hall is cleared of caravan clutter that's been piled up as we remember things over the last couple of days. The Volvo is packed to the gunnels and purrs along nicely on this cold and frosty morning as we head to storage to pick the caravan up. Shivering my bits... Continue Reading →
Bit of a mixed ride since we left Longleat and came back to good old bricks and mortar. I love being home with the Jellybeans but I do miss 'my space.' I miss the fresh air, I find the house feels huge and full of 'stuff.' At the moment, mainly caravan stuff. With living in... Continue Reading →
It's been a while in construction but the Festival of Lights at Longleat is ready and it's looking like it's bigger and better than in previous years. Having been assistants at the Caravan and Motorhome Club Site next door we've watched the dedicated team go backwards and forwards daily into Longleat as they build the... Continue Reading →
It's dark outside, rain plops on the roof of the caravan as I rub the sleep from my eyes and curse Siri for setting my alarm clock when I asked him too. Way back at the start of March we arrived here on site excited about the season ahead. Well, today, eight months later and... Continue Reading →
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 →
It's silly O'clock, 6.30am to be precise. There are never two 6.30's in any of my days, unless a flight somewhere nice dictates I get up early. Well, in a strange sort of way, a flight, or multiple flights are dictating that I get up early today. There has been traffic activity outside our compound... Continue Reading →
Going back to our guy rope and tent peg days are a fond but dim and distant memory. Memories of holidays we could barely afford under canvas, we camped in all weathers even snow, with two young children. Even back in those days we used it as a way of meeting up with friends. A... 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 →
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