A campervan in winter
Then summer came along and really spoiled us. We'd arrive on a camp site at 6 or 7 o'clock in the evening, crack open a few beers and watch the sun go down. That all seemed to change really quickly and on our last two camping trips we've arrived in the pitch black.
I didn't think the return of winter would put me off camping but on Friday it nearly did. We arrived at Cliff House camp site in Dunwich, near Southwold at 6.30pm. It was pitch black and raining. Reception had closed and our name and allocated pitch was on a sheet of late arrivals stuck to the door.
Finally on our pitch there was nothing for us to do but shut ourselves inside for the night. And that experience made me wonder if we shouldn't just give up until spring.
On Saturday we cycled to Southwold. It was still raining and it was cold. It took us the best part of an hour and the paths were muddy and the puddles deep. I didn't much enjoy the ride there or back, though I enjoyed mooching around the shops, our fish and chip lunch. and walk along the sea front.
Then we woke up on Sunday to blue sky and temperatures that reached 17 degrees celcius. I made myself an espresso and took it over to the cliff edge near to our pitch. I sat on a log and looked out to sea and the sun was warm on my face. I woke Tony and we both took cups of coffee down to the beach. And then I realised why I still want to go camping in winter.