Our first proper adventure in Hugo! We spent the week in Dorset at a small campsite we found through Junkaholique. It rained most of the way down, but the sun came out just in time for us to pop and sputter into the field on the farm. What a beautiful place! The owners were happy to see us and we had a chance for a good walk around before we settled in for the night.
Little we were to know (although we should have known, pesky British weather!) that those few rays were some of the last we would see for the entire week. A lot of cheese, wine and scrabble ensued.
Our little campsite had no electricity, which we actually quite love – it is so nice to switch off for a while! However when our adventure plans consisted mostly of BBQing on the beach and bodyboarding… we had to swiftly find new things to do. We had a great day at the Bombay Sapphire distillery – so interesting! Such brilliant architecture and history. Plus a cheeky gin cocktail at the end. Unfortunately, our cocktail was interrupted by someone shouting that a campervan had left its lights on. My husband dashed out into the rain to switch Hugo off, whilst I continued supping my gin and meeting new friends interested in our little bus.
One of the many, many things I love about our bus is the lovely people you meet. Everybody’s face lights up at the sight of him. Everybody waves and wants to talk to you. I am not sure this can be understood by someone who doesn’t own a classic vehicle, but you put so much love and time into them that any opportunity you get to talk in depth about them is relished! This particular couple wanted to know everything: where we got him, his age, any welding, any engine modifications, how far we had come, any difficulties! We had a fantastic afternoon talking to them about Hugo and hearing all about their classic Fiat 500 imported straight from Italy.
A rather quick visit to Stonehenge as neither of us had been there before. Much bigger than expected and very moving, but not much to do other that ‘ooh and ahh’. I think the walk there was longer than the time we spent admiring!
As the rain continued, we were swiftly running out of things to do. We pootled into Dorchester and the surrounding area on the hunt for vintage and antique treasures. Although we came home with nothing, we found some fantastic places! One in particular had so many rooms and hallways piled up to the ceiling, that we got separated and lost more than once! Another smaller den was a particular favourite of mine, with lots of bright kitschy goodness and retro fabrics. They had a children’s section set out upstairs with deliciously vintage pastel bunk beds, laid with handmade quilts and crochet blankets. They also had a 1970’s Tom & Jerry cartoon strip projector that almost came home with us… but it turned out the projector was snapped. Such a shame.
The journey home was quite momentous. We broke down before we even began! Luckily we were in a Halfords carpark and were rescued very quickly. Onwards! A quick stop at my favourite Gloucester Farm Shop services for some food and a rest resulted in helping another unlucky traveller. I popped on some soup and filled our mugs with much needed water whilst my husband helped change a tyre for an elderly chap. 10 hours since we left and we were finally home.
It was far from the week we had planned, but none the less it is one I will never forget.