Rusty bit the dust and has gone to meet his maker at the scrap heap. A grand's worth of welding due to being left on a salty cliffside for 6 months was a diagnosis too far. Many fond memories of Hay, Latitude and Big Chill festivals and weekends away. Also a lot of stressful driving as he didn't like hills and was cutting out whenever he felt like it at the end. Rusty got me to Cornwall and found his spiritual home. RIP Rusty van, you will be missed. Especially when I am in a tent from Tuesday !! Expect an insiders account on Cornwall's best and worst, definitely the cheapest, campsites and farmers' fields.
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