On returning from living abroad for many years, we decided that holidays would be spent showing our children the beauty and history that was on offer in the land of our birth. The north was chosen for one of our first adventures.
Now, with no family in tow, it was high time to revisit many of those places explored so many years ago.
Little were we to know that this trip was to be memorable for a less happy reason. It was the last adventure we had in Nicolle, our lovely, well-travelled motorhome, before she was stolen.
After a long drive from our home in Cambridgeshire, we finally reached St Abbs just over the border in Scotland for our first night. What a gem of a place it turned out to be. A large, still working, harbour just begged to be explored, despite the persistent drizzle.
The overnight motorhome parking area was in designated bays at the water’s edge with views across a maze of rocky islets to St Abbs Head. Access to this parking area meant negotiating a path through a tangle of fishing nets, discarded ropes and large buoys. The £10 overnight fee had to be posted in an honesty box at the harbour master’s
