Although it fills half the drive and cost us good money we don’t get enough chance to use our lovely caravan.
Friday evening found us sitting in it in a snow storm in not so sunny Norfolk.
As the hail ran down the window we snuggled up with coffee and cake
It was bleak and lonely on the campsite but we were hopeful of better things to come.
The sunset was amazing so we planned the following days entertainment with gusto!
Saturday dawned bright and sunny so with walking boots at the ready we headed to a near by woods. They took some finding but they were well worth the search.
Bluebells carpeted the floor and ancient trees grew and lay fallen in all directions.
There was a little area enclosed in rusty railings with a wooden cross and a stone saying it was consecrated ground right in the centre of the woods. No idea who or what is buried there but it was poignant.
Less than 24 hours after the snow we sat outside the caravan eating our tea in t-shirts. Only in England can you have it all!!