Over the last couple of years, I've read various comments by divorced women that have hinted at embracing the empty-nest, middle aged, single life and buying a campervan.
I always liked the idea of a campervan when I "had a family" though only ever hired one once. With my DD fledging off to uni, 3yrs after divorce (and formally abandoning hope of ever having a partner again), I'm coming back to the idea.
Maybe it's purely the romance of the freedom to go wherever whenever, or perhaps being alone in a campervan is inherently better than being home alone. Or sat in a taverna ... alone. Joining a Machu Picchu tour ... to not be alone. Or apres sk... well, you get the idea.
So where do solo campervanners go? Is it campsites full of Caravan Clubers (I suspect my idea of hell) or laybys in a glen 40miles from anyone except friendly lumberjacks with their plaid shirts and freshly sharpened axes? Is it all sheltering from hot flushes in the shade of endless National Trust houses or reminiscing on windswept beaches about when squeezing into a wetsuit wasn't such a squeeze and wild swimming was less of a political statement?