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.