So we hopped on the train from Manchester, munched on some breakfast consisting of a yogurt drink which myself and Hayley both remarked "It tastes just like yogurt!" egg sandwich (which was really nice) and a pastry chocolate roll - that was lovely too. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so around 40 minutes later we was here, in Holmes Chapel;
As you can see, we had a fair bit to walk from the station (point A) to Spinney Motorhomes (point B) but luckily for us it was a sunny, fairly warm day... for now.
So about 30 minutes into the walk, we had crossed the river, saw some cows and got a little scared after seeing numerous road signs saying "4 deaths in 3 years", "79 casualties in 3 years" and "45 collisions in 3 years". We came to the conclusion that the stats aren't that bad, and to put those signs up and keep them updated every year is a waste of money. Anyway, 30 minutes into the walk and we felt we should have past the motorhome place by now, so we backtracked slightly thinking that maybe we had past it whilst being transfixed on a dead duck at the side of the road or something of that nature. But it turns out we didn't, after a lot of messing with the RUBBISH Google maps, we rang the actual place, which then gave us a clear understanding that in actual fact, we hadn't walked far enough.
We ARRIVED, trotted in on our feet, and enjoyed the rest of the day looking through the old and new motorhomes, it was actually a really good experience and good way to start our first stage of ULTIMATE freedom. That would be to buy one and live the dream.
Speaking of dreams, I dreamt of motorhomes that night - and what a wonderful dream it was :D
Love.
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