Caravanning isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but I love it.
It’s something I’ve done since childhood and my husband Mark is a more recent convert.
A couple of weeks ago we traded in our 1987 Rapido pop up caravan for a newer model.
It’s still a pop up but it has a toilet.
No more creeping across the site in the middle of the night to a dimly lit toilet block.
In comparison to the old boy, our new caravan is the ultimate in luxury. It’s bigger, the cooker and fridge work properly and it even has a shower.
That said, it’s tiny in comparison to most caravans. We get a lot of curious looks when we’re towing it as it’s smaller than Mark’s Land Rover Discovery.
However, its size makes it very easy to tow and we’ve already been to Bournemouth in it.
We actually bought the Rapido down south as there was a specialist dealership there and tested it out near a small market town called Ringwood.
The site was called Back of Beyond and it was indeed that. As we trundled down a single track road I was reminded of the creepy film Deliverance.
I’d booked the site the day before and the owner said: “You do know its adults only.” I replied: “Er, yes,” not having a clue what she meant.
I was slightly concerned that it might mean it was a naturist site but when we arrived I was pleased to see that there were no signs of nudity.
The site was beautiful with a nature pond and ancient oak trees next to the pitches.
A few days later, as I was still on holiday, we took the caravan to Woodclose Park caravan site at Kirkby Lonsdale.
It was a lovely site near Devil’s Bridge – perfect for a swim during the scorching weather.
Mark went off to work each day at Kendal and I stayed at Kirkby Lonsdale, enjoying the peacefulness of the site, walks into the town, dips in the river and some al fresco dining. Perfect.
We’re both back at work now but we’re already planning out next trip in the Rapido – Anglesely, I think.