It was the Man’s Birthday
A cold November English Tuesday.
Keep it low key he said, don’t spend lots of money on taking me away (although secretly he hoped she might plan a little something)
One random click of a mouse led to another and there it was.
The Perfect Birthday Caravan.
Her name was Rosie and the bed at exactly 5’10” could almost have been made for him. Little did she know she was taking him back to his Irish roots.
They walked in the dark without a torch (you could tell they came from the city).
They lay and listed to the vintage radio whilst the rain pitter pattered on the tin roof.
And they slept like babies.
You can book this little gem here. Thank you to Lucy for creating her lovely breakfast & to Lucy and Tim for creating such a beautiful little place, and to the donkey for the special sound effects.