Monthly Archives: August 2011

Do I grab you as the wetsuit/bikini wearing, body boarding/surfing, screaming brat loving kinda girl? I’m hoping you said no to all of the above. In that case why the hell am I here in Sennen Cove for 2 weeks (god … Continue reading →

I don’t really have anything exciting to post about Salisbury. It’s a nice city to visit with an eclectic shopping area and lots of cafes. I didn’t manage to do anything stupid or witty apart from limp around on my … Continue reading →

What’s the one thing that spells disaster for any lone traveller? That’s right, illness or injury and I’ve only gone and managed to fall off the van step and badly twist my ankle. It probably didn’t help that I carried on … Continue reading →

This is the way to do it if you’re a tugger. Couple pitch up next to me about an hour ago. Hubby spends about 45 mins washing  & hosing down the caravan while Wife sits in van twiddling her thumbs despite there being a … Continue reading →

You remember that big yellow thing in the sky that used to appear every day between May and September? Well it made an appearance today so I was able to leave the confines of the van once again and head … Continue reading →

At last I have found the one place where being a scarlet haired, pierced and tattooed weirdo is the norm. Welcome to Glastonbury. This morning dawned fairly clear so I headed off up the Tor. Anyone would think I was … Continue reading →

It seems only right that a weird/hippy/freak like me should finally find herself in Glastonbury. We have what can only be described as thee most amazing pitch in the shadow of the Tor with an equally stunning view to the … Continue reading →

Avoiding the dreaded A30 seemed like a good idea today as we set off for Tavistock. Yet another running battle with my stubborn arsed Sat Nav which just seems determined to send me down every single track, scare the shit out of … Continue reading →

Todays excursion was to Marazion and more importantly St Michael’s Mount. The Cornish weather wasn’t that kind to us and the day started off a bit misty and damp but we had thee most fantastic parking spot and all for … Continue reading →

Finally ‘it’ is finished and shall now be affectionately known as the South Coast Spinster Blanket. Amazing what you can teach yourself when you’ve got 10 days to kill after being lured down to Kent under false pretences.