Festival of Vintage

Our York adventure was coming to an end on Sunday morning. But at dawn, the sun was out.

You can never cut an adventure short when the sun comes out.

Breakfast.

Simple. Fast. No Fuss Baked Beans, Fried Mushrooms on Crumpets.

Burners lit. Beans on, mushrooms chopped. No toaster? Grill the crumpets in a dry frying pan. Easy.

Campervan Bliss. That's what it's all about. When you're camping you've got to slow the pace down and enjoy the simple things. Just the sun popping through the windows on a promising Sunday morning is enough to put a smile on our faces, when you're in the camping groove.

With Doris packed we made plans. I carried out my ritual that ensures good camping vibes.

Check oil level. Set the choke. Turn the key. Wind down the window and listen to the engine purr. Good times.

We had a destination. On route to York, we noticed signs for a "Festival of Vintage". To Kirst and I, this sounded good. With Doris ready, we set off.

The festival did not disappoint. Set in the grounds of York Racecourse, both indoor and out, there was much to see. Inside there were countless stalls with everything from retro furniture to vintage dress patterns, enough to keep us browsing for hours. Kirst made a few choice purchases, and I waited in line for a hair style and beard trim by Jacks Barber Shop.

Outside there was a small line up of classic cars, but typically for us the campervans caught our attention.

Older than Doris. Probably even slower. But with bags of character. Awesome.

A seriously cool little trio.

York gave us an awesome adventure. We can't wait to go back later this summer.

The journey home? A slow cruise on the open roads. That's just how we like to roll.