This week we’ve been thinking about Christmas, and planning a trip to Ireland to see my sister and her family, so it got us thinking back to our Ireland road trip. I asked my fiancé to tell you a bit more about what he thought about our Bailey of Bristol summer motorhome extravaganza.
Holiday destinations really matter to me. I like heat, a swimming pool, the sea, not many people and somewhere quiet. I’d never been in a motorhome before this summer. Come to think of it, I’d never been in a caravan either. When I left school, I went camping in Cornwall with some friends, and we met an American couple who had just retired. They’d shipped a Winnebago from New York to Southampton and were in the process of driving through Europe. Their motorhome was amazing. The owner was busy putting up a picket fence as his wife put away their motorbike in the Winnebago’s garage. Yes. The garage.
From that moment on, I’ve rather fancied the idea of driving a massive home on wheels and the freedom it gives you. I had to wait a further 18 years before I finally got the chance to drive a motorhome, but the excitement hadn’t gone. Despite it being the middle of summer, there was an air of Chris Rea’s ‘Driving Home For Christmas’ as I drove our Bailey of Bristol motorhome down the M4 into Wales at the start of our trip.
We didn’t really let Belle drive the Bailey of Bristol. Not on the motorway at least.
