It’s been a over a week since we got back from our trip so it’s about time that I did a round up of what we got up to! We left home on Friday afternoon (the 26th July) for the short hop across to a campsite on the other side of Derbyshire, just outside Ashbourne. The town was all dressed up with bunting and looked very festive. I stuck my hand out of the window to get the shot above and it came out pretty well considering.
The campsite was attached to a pub called the Knockerdown Inn, and was extremely busy. Mostly families with younger children, the pub had a large playgound, a huge beer garden and a small enclosure of farm animals, including a pair of ostriches. Once we’d parked up it was time to walk the dogs. The site was close to Carsington Water and I’d hoped to be able to walk the dogs down for a paddle but it was just too far to go in the time we had available. The closest we got was a picnic area overlooking the yachting club. There was an intriguing modern stone circle of sorts on one of the islands behind the complex which I wished I could have visited but as we’d booked a table at the pub we had to turn back. There were quite a few camping sites along the lane and it’s obviously a prime location for holidaying.
As is traditional on the first day of a holiday, I’d developed one of Jane’s heads but was confident that with a meal and a good rest it would be gone by morning. When I got up the next day it was much worse. I took the dogs out for their early morning walk and had just made it back to the van when I was violently sick, quite a few times. It seemed to take an age to pack up and get on the road and I felt absolutely awful. The whole trip across to the next campsite at Bourne, Lincolnshire was a bit of a nightmare and Mr Stoatie had to make violent stops in field gates so I could fling myself into the undergrowth and barf. It didn’t help that the day was so hot. We stopped off at Oakham to get some supplies, it was a really pretty place but I was in no condition to appreciate it. However the little walk and a rest from the van seemed to do the trick and I began to feel a bit better from then on.
The next campsite was just in the Lincolnshire fens, on a small adults only site which was beautiful and peaceful. You could walk the dogs for miles on the sandy tracks between the fields and along the banks of the drainage ditches. The first evening we came across a young hare by a field of ripe barley, and then another mature one the next morning. There were so many birds about it was a real treat. When I took the dogs out the following morning I had the magical experience of being the only human around. It was so quiet and still all I could hear apart from Nature, was my own footsteps.
Buff or white tailed again.
On Sunday morning I felt a little better, so we set off to do some exploring which I’ll tell you about tomorrow!