We slept really well in the pub car park, and had a very lazy morning just chilling out. We went for another walk along the canal, heading the opposite way this time, and it was really lovely. Quiet, green and exactly what we needed after the last few days.

Then it was back to the van for a homemade salmon sandwich before finally getting ourselves on the road at about 2pm.

The drive today was much more civilised. Not too much traffic, decent-sized roads and, most importantly, no motorways. Every time we crossed over one, we could see it was absolutely heaving below us.

So that’s where everyone was.

By about 5pm I’d found a car park where we could stay overnight for £6. There was nothing particularly wrong with it. It was cheap, quiet and would have done the job.

But it didn’t have the vibe.

And I’ve learnt that when somewhere doesn’t feel quite right, it’s usually worth carrying on. Somehow we almost always find somewhere much better.

We were right on the edge of the Yorkshire Moors by then, and I spotted a pub further on that allowed campervans to stay for free. So we headed towards that instead.

Almost as soon as we entered the national park, everything changed.

Suddenly there were wide open views, rolling hills, fields stretching into the distance and old stone walls running across the landscape. After the traffic, towns and busy roads of the previous few days, it felt like we could finally breathe again.

The pub car park, unfortunately, was already pretty full of campervans.

But just a little further up the road we found a long lay-by. Most of the day visitors had already gone home, leaving just a handful of vehicles and an enormous view.

And it was absolutely perfect.

Fields stretched out below us, with a long stone viaduct crossing the valley in the distance.

Much better than the £6 car park.