We ditch the regular pace of life. We jump in the bus. We go. We Enjoy.
I bet that paints a sweet picture in your mind. Sunsets, beers, mountains, river crossings, star filled skies. Got it? Good. Let me spoil it for you. I'm jumping out of the bus with a fire extinguisher. It's limped to the roadside, smoke everywhere. It's a dual carriageway and the sun is setting. The bus is dead. More on that later.
Summer 2015 promised so much. Faith in the old bus was high and 5 adventures in, we were really getting into it. We'd arrived. Plans were ambitious. Road trips, festivals, camping spots in woodland and cities alike. Doris's tailgate was proudly branded with the Charity Route 67 logo; John O Groats to Lands End. This humble little blog was gaining followers.
Late May. Our destination was Hay On Wye, for the Hay Festival. Our camping spot, a small site just outside of the village. The journey was to be split it two parts. Nottingham to Shropshire for a stop over at Kirst's parents, then onto the winding roads of Herefordshire and Wales.
I cannot stress how enjoyable the narrow winding lanes of Shropshire, Herefordshire and Wales are when traveled via camper van. The trip was seriously enjoyable.
(Yes, I enjoyed the side mounted go pro experiment)
After a couple of phone calls and a bit of guidance we arrived at Gypsy Castle campground. From our spot we could see some of the Hay Festival tents, teepees and marquees. We popped open the roof and set up what would become our tiny home for the rest of the week. Our camperbus.
The camp site was perfectly perched on the hillside. Our neighbours for the week were close, but that wouldn't bother us. Everyone was like minded, chilled and ready to take in the sites, stories and tales that lay waiting for us.
Part 2 soon... The Hay Festival, Camping, Cooking, enjoying the sweet life.
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