To park it in a field and call it home. Loaded with food, beers, blankets. iPod full of music. It's a place to chill out in between exploring and enjoying what ever festival you're at has to offer. Yea, driving is cool. Parking up at a show is cool too. But the greatest, best thing a campervan does is become a home.
Doris was our basecamp at the Hay Festival, in Hay on Wye. We remember it as possibly the best camp out we'd had in Doris so far. In fact, to this day it is still the last camp out we've had in Doris.
I have big withdrawal symptoms.
Hay is known as the town of books. Its festival is a place for lovers of books. Certainly a place for Kirst, she was quite literally in her element. She met Neil Gaiman, having ended up sitting right next to him whilst we watched his wife Amanda Palmer perform on stage. A special little moment. There was folk music, good food, antique markets, fireworks and gin. The gin was good.
We spent our days exploring the town and our evenings soaking up the atmosphere. We used Doris's little gas burners for all our breakfasts, lunches and dinners, sourcing extra ingredients from a cool deli we found.
The mixture of exploring, being entertained by festival goings on, and heading back to the bus to relax was just perfect. Good times.
An awesome time was had by us both. Doris treated us well. Cool and relaxing in the day, warm and cosy at night. She took on the Welsh terrain, got us to our festival and became our home for nearly a week. What more could we have asked for?
Well as a matter of fact, getting us all the way home would have been nice, but things don't always end perfectly, do they? Blowing up her engine on the motorway was not part of the plan.
Part 3 soon, oily guts and all...
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