We turned around with big smiles on our faces.
This was our view from the bottom of the field looking up. There was one other set of people there in a tent and they left the following morning so then we had the place to ourselves. It’s amazing what a bit of green space does for you. I suppose that’s why people like camping. There was a static site next door and one of the days we heard the dustmen emptying the bins with a lorry that issued warnings but apart from that it was lovely and quiet. The lane we were next to had the occasional car, walker, jogger and horse go by but it was very quiet. In the distance was a series of crows nests along the tops of trees and we could hear them which shows how quiet it must be. The down side of course to the space and peace and quiet were the facilities.
There were two portaloos and a porta shower. The portaloos were kept nice and clean but they were portaloos and the shower had nice hot water, but the problem was there was only one hook to hang your clothes so it was tricky not to get your things wet.
The recycling facilities were behind the portaloos and as you can see from the picture, they were all near the entrance. The washing up sink was on the opposite side. There were plenty of water taps and hook ups all the way around the field. We didn’t hook up, but there definitely wasn’t a shortage.
A chair with a view. The owners lived in a cottage at the top of the sloping field. They had only just bought the camp site off someone else so their weren’t any hens yet. The owner had just bought some chicks so there will be eggs for sale in the future.
The weather had been absolutely vile on the way, but as we got there it seemed to settle for a bit. We had our fingers crossed as the weather forecast had said bad weather and storms on the Saturday which was possibly our last day.So after making tea and stretching out we retired for the night. The next day we explored the area. We were in a village called Manorbier and we walked down into the village past the castle and to the National Trust beach which was lovely. It was a mix of pebbles, sand and rocks and was part of the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. There was a few people there but it wasn’t too packed. There were some people sea canoeing and the sun was busy trying to shine.
When we had arrived the owner had helpfully given us a sheet with local information on it and we decided that we might eat out. Having perused the sheet we decided to go for the restaurant with a view and got directions from the owners who told us what time they opened. We couldn’t ring them as the Orange/T-mobile mast just outside the village had been damaged by a storm and there was a very limited intermittent signal. The owner told us that most people in the area had an Orange/T-mobile/EE phone as there was usually a good signal.
We got there fifteen minutes after they opened and they immediately asked if we’d booked. The place was empty. The member of staff turned their back on me and another member of staff gruffly mentioned a table number. We were seated the furthest away from the window and the view and they forgot to explain the menus or the specials. When we left there were still three empty tables. Having worked in restaurants I know that even if you have nine o’clock bookings or even eight o’clock you can easily turn those over once before then. The food was nice but disappointingly the service was a bit brusque. Sorry to get on my high horse but I do find poor service in restaurants disappointing and I love good food and friendly service.
So we returned to Edna and I had a glass of wine whilst we played Go Fish which is beginning to be a camper van tradition and hoped the weather would hold for the next day.
(to be continued)