Unpredictable as ever, the maid and the chauffeur decided to sell our motorhome the week before our September holiday and packed Ted and me into the car with a tent, a kettle and our bedding. What a squeeze!
As there was no towing involved, and no motorhome to manoeuvre down tiny country lanes, they decided to go somewhere they’d never been before and headed for the coast of Kent.
I must say, I was excited as we drew near to our first destination and drove along a narrow road past a tree-covered park. But within half an hour of arriving, matters took a turn for the worse as the chauffeur became a handy snack for a horde of midges as he unpacked the tent under a row of trees.
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Molly and Ted are travelling terriers - borders without borders who visit UK campsites in a motorhome. Chatty Molly offers tips for places to stay and shares some of her holiday capers.