Packing Up Again

Murphy standing proud at Bellingham campsite.

Not only did he keep us dry at night while we slept inside, we even got the gas burner cooking and had egg and bacon for breakfast.

Twelve miles down the road on the way home, the exhaust fell off, and he had to be ferried back to Shepshed on a trailer. Very fortunately, we had taken both him and the Yaris, so were able to motor home separately.