Amanda Lowe

Leaving Green Gathering @ Chepstow

John O’Groats in the nip

Hey! Nobody puts Bebe in the corner.

When in Scotland...

When we plan things, we imagine how they will turn out. I didn't have much of a plan for this adventure beyond: set off from Land's End, head east, then head north, and see what happens. But I did imagine how my story might pan out. In the film version of my adventure, I'd be played by Helen McCrory (Aunt Poll in Peaky Blinders); I'd be climbing mountains so that the camera could fly round me on mountaintops as I sink to my knees and yell 'Why?! [ 1,006 more word ]

The Dog That Didn’t Turn Up When we plan things, we imagine how they will turn out. I didn’t have much of a plan for this adventure beyond: set off from Land’s End, head east, then head north, and see what happens…

Everytime I go to Scotland, I start talking like wee Jimmy Krankie. Why? #70’s

After the excitement of the Devil's Pulpit, we headed north to Loch Lomond. It was way beyond teatime (that's dinner time to you southerners), and we were hungry, so set up camp at the first place we saw, which happened to be the bottom end of Loch Lomond at a place called Duck Bay. It seemed an appropriate place to teach the Lovely John a tune called Duck River, so that's what we did until rain stopped play. [ 593 more words ]

newbootspantiesandafiddle.home.blog After the excitement of the Devil’s Pulpit, we headed north to Loch Lomond. It was way beyond teatime (that’s dinner time to you southerners), and we were hungry, so set up camp at the …

My modus operandi with the Stealth Campervan is to look at google maps and work out where we're heading then find somewhere that looks interesting on the way and stop there for a while. I can't do this when I'm walking. On foot, I find a route, preferably a well-maintained footpath, and by well-maintained, I mean well-signposted, a clear path or bridlepath or cycle route, and heading North. [ 1,045 more word ]

Glasgow And Grown-up Grace My modus operandi with the Stealth Campervan is to look at google maps and work out where we’re heading then find somewhere that looks interesting on the way and stop there for a while. I can…

The magical power that is Google Maps had hinted that there might be a good stealth camping place just outside of Gretna, on the banks of the River Esk. That's where we headed in The Stealth Campervan, because The Lovely John had driven all the way up from Scunthorpe, and it was getting late. Turned out to be a perfect little spot. [ 987 more words ]

Gretna Green and Gussets The magical power that is Google Maps had hinted that there might be a good stealth camping place just outside of Gretna, on the banks of the River Esk. That’s where we headed in The Stealth …

I'm sitting here in The Stealth Campervan camping on a deserted beach writing my blog from a week ago. Only a week, and yet it feels like a different world. It has barely stopped raining in that week, but, as with the rest of my adventure, it's been a magnificent week. But back to last week. I was still staying with Frank and Corrie, I'd had another massive bowl of porridge for breakfast, managed to finish it all this time, and me n' Frank were up early, going to Gateshead because he had a gig at a community gathering and we had to be there for 10am. [ 756 more words ]

Gorgeous people, gorgeous music, a grand buffet and a goodbye for now I’m sitting here in The Stealth Campervan camping on a deserted beach writing my blog from a week ago. Only a week, and yet it feels like a different world. It has barely stopped raining in t…

Views of the highlands

Thursday - Corrie was up and out early as she teaches a violin making class, so came downstairs to find frank making a huge pan of porridge. 'Do you want whiskey in your porridge?' 'Hell yes.' I have this new philosophy where I say yes to things that I previously might have been polite about and mumbled a sorry-arsed excuse like - 'it's too early in the morning for me', or 'no thankyou, I couldn't possibly... [ 893 more words ]

Whiskey in Porridge and Tesla Dreams Thursday – Corrie was up and out early as she teaches a violin making class, so came downstairs to find frank making a huge pan of porridge. ‘Do you want whiskey in your porridge?& #8217…