After six years and lots of holidays , come rain, wind , sun and every thing between , after Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Belgium, France and Germany, and every damp sod of grass the old girl finally karked it just outside of Dawlish at Cofton Campsite. Held together with gaffer tape, zips busted and leaking pretty bad ... She never came home. consigned to a Skip Bin we said and I do not joke words of thanks for the fantastic shelter she had provided for many many nights . It was like the loss of a good friend .
