I recently bought an old (1990) Transit based motorhome, primarily so I could trailer my bike to trackdays, but also because I am entirely averse to planning things and then sticking to those plans, it makes taking holidays a hell of a lot easier and less stressful. My sons and I went on a 4 day trip to Wales over the bank holiday weekend and I’m now a fully signed up devotee of vanlife. My only regret is that I didn’t get into this earlier. Subject to how the girlf gets on when we do a trip to Cornwall in a few weeks, she and I are also now strongly considering storing most of our stuff and becoming what the cool kinds refer to as “digital nomads” for a while between New Year and Easter as working remotely while wintering on the Cote d'Azur is very tempting indeed. Thurs: Hertfordshire to Bath for a bit of a wander round then on to the Brecon Beacons, where we wild camped at 2am by the side of a lake. It was so dark the only way to know we were next to it was by looking at the map, but when we woke up, this was the view from the van. The world’s most contented cocker spaniel on account of him finally being allowed to sleep on my bed. Friday: Brecon Beacons to a campsite on a farm near the Ceredigion coast via Elan village and the dam. It was chucking it down and when we arrived we found that access to the site was near impassible due to the track being flooded and so potholed it looked like it had been comprehensively shelled. In the end we made it but not before I smashed the lip of the van’s front spoiler when I put a front wheel into a hole that turned out to be almost a foot deep. The camping ground/farm was a sight to behold because it looked like, to quote my youngest son, “a refugee camp” as it was mud, mud and yet more mud as far as the eye could see. The farm also basically doubled as a kind of off grid miniature hippie commune with various people and couples living in dilapidated caravans and converted horse boxes. They didn’t seem to grow anything apart from marsh grass and there was no livestock to be seen apart from a few chickens, 3 horses and a very bad tempered sheep that refused to let us in one of the fields, most likely because we had our dog with us. However, the sheep also appeared to live in the farmhouse as it would come and go through the front door more or less at will! Everyone was friendly and welcoming and we will probably go back there again as I gelled with the informal "do as you like" ethos of the place. Toasting marshmallows and biscuits using a really useful multi-function shovel/tool which breaks down into 3 parts which are small enough to fit in a 6” x 4” pouch. Saturday: a (chilly) day on the beach at Aberystwyth, which was memorable because I was undefeated over 6 rounds of wrestling with both my sons (20 and 18, both very fit) and my youngest got a stone stuck in his ear which required a visit to the pharmacy in order to flush it out. This was followed by a fire and fry up on a rocky outcrop just outside the town (where the arrow is on the pic). Climbing there was easy enough on the way up but slightly precarious on the way down in the dark with a few cans of beer inside us while carrying the dog. Sunday: bbq and ball games on a beach which was kind of tucked away at the end of a narrow track in the middle of nowhere, followed by the drive home. View attachment 217610 Good times.