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Hi! I'm Eunice and I live in Bolton, Lancashire, with my two dogs Sophie and Sugar and an assortment of cats - well it used to be Sophie and Sugar, now it's Sophie and Poppie. I first began camping back in 1997 when my then partner took me to Anglesey for my birthday weekend. We slept in the back of the car - a hatchback - using the cushions off the settee at home as a mattress, and cooked and brewed up on a single burner camping stove. The site was good, the views were great, the weather fantastic and I was completely hooked. Following that weekend we got a two-man tent and some proper accessories and returned to Anglesey two weeks later, then over time we progressed to a three-man tent followed by an old trailer tent, then a new trailer tent, a campervan and finally a caravan. When my partner decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the street - literally - in April 2009 and I suddenly found myself alone after fifteen years, I decided there was no way I was going to give up camping and caravanning if I could cope on my own. This blog is the story of my travels, trials and tribulations since becoming a solo camper - I hope you like it

Monday April 29th 2013 - Y is for Young at heart

This post is part of the A to Z Challenge.

A lot of people say that having kids around keeps you young and gives you an excuse to act like one yourself sometimes; well I don't have young kids now but I still have the odd 'mad moment' sometimes.

One occasion was a couple of years ago while camping in the western Lake District - I had met up with some camping friends and another family with a couple of kids and one evening we all went to the nearby village pub for a meal.  After dining we all went out to the garden and while the rest of the group sat round a table on the patio one of my friends and I went down to the play area with the two kids. At first I was just watching them playing but then some little invisible devil on my shoulder prompted me to join in - and so began one of the maddest half hours I've had in a long while.

First I went up the climbing frame and down the slide, then I tried the mouse swing, the other slide and the rope swing and finally wriggled through a tunnel at almost ground level. Then it was the dogs' turn to go through the tunnel and down the slide with one of the kids, and somewhere along the line I ended up with my head and hands in the ornamental stocks while my friend took a photo. Finally the kids and I did the landlord's egg and spoon race - the 'eggs' being pool balls - over an obstacle course which consisted of stepping through the swings, going up the climbing frame and down the slide, and up and over several tables and benches. I don't know who won - I don't think anyone was really counting - but it was darned good fun!

I remember that several years ago I once said that I had every intention of growing old disgracefully - I think my antics that day rather proved that I meant what I said!