Starting my Life as a Land Girl

Well, I got here! 

As some of you know, I had planned to arrive here a few days ago, Monday 18th to be precise, but on the Friday, my car decided to leak fuel. So obviously I had to get that sorted. Now, part of me thought that this was a sign to be fully independent and set off with my rucsack and nothing else, but the realistic part of me, (the part that's never been camping, barely gardened and had generally no idea about rougher living), thought that was a little foolish and that a car would really be quite useful. So, I waited...and waited. Finally the part arrived, the car was fixed and I set off on the Saturday, packed and raring to go.

View of the M5 when stuck in the traffic

Well, that's not entirely true....I will admit that nerves did start to get the better of me....did I have the right clothes, what will it be like, will I enjoy it, what on earth was I thinking doing this, I should be getting a job, not galavanting off!

But the day dawned and as I packed up my car and made a thermos for my tea, I felt pretty good. Tearful farewells done, I headed down far too many motorways.

Approximately 350 miles later, 4 tea stops, one lunchtime snooze in a car park, a few traffic jams and lots of rain later and I was there. 

When I arrived everyone else was out so I did a quick circuit of the property and found the caravan I was staying in. More importantly, I found a mug and a kettle and sat down to read my book and wait with my tea.

Snug in my caravan!

Everyone else arrived shortly after and after introductions were made, and more tea was consumed, I headed to the caravan to settle in. 

A simple but tasty supper later and I headed to bed early, absolutely wiped out from driving all day.