North Norfolk

Our last week off during the summer was originally planned to be spent in Scotland, but a last minute weather check showed we were going to get nothing but rain. So we diverted south and visited Norfolk again. It’s been nearly exactly two years that we visited last, and I feel like we enjoyed it much more this time. Honestly, I could happily move here. Lovely little towns, cosy stone houses, loads of coastline and so many independent shops. Our campsite and tent were perfect too, but more to come on that later.

We spent most of our time in the north of Norfolk, but did head down to the broads for a day to rent a boat. And I talked Steven into taking a ride on a miniature railway too. Living the dream.

Old Norfolk posts can be found here and here.

Bank Holiday Camping

I don’t know what’s going on but recently we’ve been blessed with very good weather whenever we go away in the van (minus one rainy overnighter in Northumberland, can’t win them all). We spent the first few nights of the bank holiday weekend in Dumfries, in a corner of a campsite which was actually quite cosy. When we arrived the site was full, even though we’d reserved in advance. Our electric pitch (which we didn’t really need, it was just the only type left to book) meant we’d be wedged right in between two big motorhomes so the manager let us move to a little unused corner instead. Definitely a more peaceful spot.

We spent the days exploring the Galloway forest and Dumfries, but didn’t do too much walking because I’m pathetic and can’t handle the heat. We randomly drove past this old ambulance which I’d photographed on a previous trip to the area (journal post here). I never really remember where photographs I’ve taken were, just a general vague area, which is fun when you drive past something you recognise even though you thought you’d never been on that road before in your life.

After a few nights in Scotland we decided to move on and have a change of scenery. We foolishly thought that everybody would be heading home on Monday after the bank holiday, and that all the campsites would suddenly be quieter. Not true. In the lake district I’m a big fan of the National Trust sites, and both were totally full. We played it safe and headed a bit further south towards the bottom of the lakes, and to a campsite that never fails us. Moss Side farm. There’s always a spot, it’s always good vibes, and they have the nicest campsite dogs ever.

A good long weekend, but even better knowing that we’re only back at work for a few days until we head off for another trip next week.