Day 8 and we're back ‘home’ aka back in the van after 4 nights at Mums. And our catchphrase is back as we bump (donk) into everything in the van, readjusting to the small living space, inflicting a little pain (ouch), followed by an expression of frustration (add suitable expletive)! Now you understand why I’m always covered in little bruises…

We headed first to my Aunt, and her beautiful garden in St.Ives (Cambridgeshire). Kim was back on BBQ duty, with chicken skewers and peanut sauce, zingy potato salad, plus the usual lettuce, tomato etc. I was given one job - warming up the sauce - and it seemed like a good idea at the time to add a ‘tiny’ bit of water. Epic fail. The specially thickened sauce he’d made the day before was no longer thick by any stretch of the imagination. He was so happy - not. That's why I’m not allowed in the kitchen at home! 🤣

Then we were off - just 2 miles up the road - to Burleigh Hill Farm, a working arable farm as well as campsite, and stumbled into a little piece of heaven. Rolling grass, surrounded by old trees. Owned by farmer Mark, who loves nature, and wildlife, and believes in plenty of space for everyone. And run by warden Sue, who works her socks off to make sure everyone is happy and comfortable.

There were a million rabbits - who needs a mower when you have these incredible little munching machines to do it for you?! Pheasants strutted by, their cries also echoing from the trees. And the birds were singing. It was blissful. Peaceful. Wonderful.

As the sun went down, we fell asleep to the sound of hooting owls, in the trees right behind the van… 🦉 ☺️