VW campervan - part three

As the days went on we fell more and more in love with our campervan Ordell.
We slept in her canvas pop-up roof every night and by some stroke of luck woke up feeling more refreshed and happy than you could imagine.

The last place on our list was Croyde Bay and Woolacombe in north Devon.

Once again we packed up camp and set off for Surfers Paradise in Croyde Bay  - to hire some wetsuits and surf boards. The sun was blazing, the beach was packed.

And without even realising what we were doing, we walked into a surf shop and brought two brand new wetsuits and surf boards. We couldn’t resist.



Jimmy making a pizza base



We made our way over to Woolacombe Bay campsite and drove right to the top of the cliff. We found a nice area, under a opening of trees.

Jimmy started making pizza dough, we’d never baked pizza on a camp fire before, but were well up for giving it a go. And I cracked open a G’nT.

You might have noticed Jim does most of the cooking, he used to be a chef.
So I just put my feet up and enjoyed letting a man doing the dirty work.
Bad form, I know.



The pizza half cooked on the fire, so far so good.



camping under the trees and the stars

We spent our last few afternoons hanging out in the sea, trying to catch as many waves as possible.

We also tested a wide variety of pasties, cottage cream ice ceams and fish 'n chips.
It was brilliant.
So much fun and literally hundreds of people doing exactly the same. Suring, eating, drinking, sleeping.

We headed to Croyde Bay for a beer and dinner at the infamous surfers pub The Thatch

Who knew you could have so much fun in Devon? And get a good tan at the same time?

I set up Pete Doherty on the iPod and we came to terms with the fact we had to drive back to Okehampton and hand back the VW campervan.

We were well and truly gutted.

We spent most of the two hour journey back discussing ways we could save up to buy our own VW.

I even agreed to sell my beloved car (it was a present from my Dad) or failing that get a second job in a bar.

Eventually we arrived, hearts in our hands and begrudgingly handed over the key to the O'Connor Campers staff. 

Despite the feeling of sadness, we knew we’d just had the most entertaining, chilled out and happy seven days.



Dropping Ordell back at O'Connor's Campers with all the other vans



Once last picture of Jimmy with our red beaut

We’ve been back in London a few weeks now and we still can’t stop thinking and reminiscing about our amazing trip.

We'll be renting an other VW campervan soon, that's a promise.

To hire a campervan from O'Connors Campers check out their webiste here or call 01937 659 599.

*our 4 berth 1972 campervan Ordell was given to us free of charge, in return for a travel feature in OK! Extra magazine.