Customer guest blogger: Julie Marshall. Motorhomes are a wonderful way to holiday because they allow you to travel in comfort and in style. You can pack up everything you could possibly need before you leave home and then visit far flung corners of the UK and Europe without worrying about where you are going to spend the night.
There are models in all sizes, from the tiny to the huge, with prices to suit all budgets.
But before you take the plunge and invest in a motorhome it’s worth hiring one for a few days, which is exactly what I did.
The motorhome we hired had a stunning interior, with sumptuous leather-looking seats in pristine white with a rich chocolate trim. The motorhome also came with a very practical laminate floor, plus ingenious storage, which helps emphasis the fact that it has been designed from the chassis up. Another genius idea is that the passenger door in the cab has been done away with, and instead a clever storage bin has been incorporated on the inside, as well as a locker, which is accessible from the outside.
The fridge freezer combination is particularly impressive – offering a large freezer compartment, and an even larger fridge with a really clever chillier drawer that can be filled with bottles of milk, wine and soft drinks – or anything else for that matter.
Cooking is made easy with a three-ring burner, oven and grill that conveniently sits alongside the sink with a mixer tap.
Our four-berth motorhome came with a double bed, which easily pulls down from the roof, eliminating the need to clamber in and out, and a large U-shaped lounge that easily converts into a super king-size bed.
But, I’m getting ahead of myself. After a thorough briefing at Peter Roberts we hit the open road, three women on a mission (me, my sister and our mum). We planned to visit the village near Whitehaven, Cumbria, where our ancestors had lived for generations before following the coal to Yorkshire.
Within a mile we’d hit a road closure and a diversion so we followed the Sat Nav that took us a different way, which meant we were able to call in to see some friends at the Prince of Wales pub in Foxfield.
Our motorhome behaved impeccably: the gutsy 130 bhp Fiat Ducato diesel engine propelled it up the hills without faltering and the precise steering meant I always felt in complete control. Our particular model came with the six-speed manual gearbox as standard; the driver and passenger sit high, giving a great view of the road ahead through the panoramic windscreen, with two further passengers being accommodated on a rear bench behind.
We had booked into a campsite at St Bees for two nights and our pitch was just feet away from the shoreline. By this time it was really windy, the rain was coming down and the sea was a mass of boiling waves.
Electricity plugged in, gas turned on and it was time for our first cup of tea. We were spoilt for choice when it came to where to sit: as well as the rear lounge the front seats swivel round to make a great dining area with plenty of room for four.
Everything you could possibly need is easily to hand, the washroom is spacious with plenty of storage room and incorporates a decent-sized shower, hand basin and modern toilet, and the whole interior of the motorhome has been thoughtfully planned out to make maximum use of space.
As the temperature dropped we fired up the heating, which took away the chill in the air and made for a comfortable environment while we cooked, chatted and enjoyed a glass of wine.
A quick stroll along a deserted beach and then it was time to turn in for the night. The lounge became a bed in minutes and the dropdown bed made up in double quick time.
We fell asleep to the sound of the sea and the gentle rocking of the motorhome in the wind.
Next day it was up and away to Georgian town of Whitehaven, which has a rich history of mining and shipping. My maternal grandfather worked down the local mines until the coal ran out and his mother was a ship captain’s daughter so I can lay claim to both industries in my genes. There’s loads to do with imaginative museums relating the area’s rum trade, mining and seafaring and the harbour that was a noisy, smelly industrial port in my mother’s time here, but is now a pleasant place to stroll around in the sun.
Then it was on to Parton, once a thriving fishing port and a hive of other industries, such as tanneries and a large brewery. We found time to visit mum’s elderly cousin and also her childhood friend who had celebrated her 80th birthday the day before.
It was back to the motorhome to prepare our evening meal. We spent the rest of the evening chatting and reminiscing and catching up on gossip and wished we weren’t going home the next day.
Packing up a motorhome is but the work of minutes and after breakfast we were off on the road again. This time we took the A66 to the A1M and we were back in Honley in just over three-and-a-half hours.
Our motorhome experience was without fault and we’d certainly recommend it to anyone who likes the freedom to choose when and where they go.
Fancy hiring a motorhome for your next holiday? Visit Peter Roberts Caravans & Motorhomes for more details.