The check-in is smoother than a politician’s promise. Seriously, the warden hands you a map and a smile like she’s just discovered you’re long-lost royalty. You find your pitch, and it’s flat. Properly flat. No need for those leveling ramps that make you look like you’re performing a circus act. It’s the little victories, eh?
Within ten minutes, you’ve got the kettle on and you’re staring out at the River Dart. It’s the kind of view that makes you forget you forgot the blue roll. You just pretend you meant to use napkins.
Why It’s Like a Fancy Car Park, But Better
Let’s be honest—a campsite is basically a posh car park where you also sleep. But here, the “car park” overlooks a tidal river, and the only horns you hear are from passing boats. You park your metal box, unzip your canvas front door, and suddenly you’re a river-dwelling hobbit with a gas stove. It’s magical.
Your neighbours are close, but not that close. It’s the perfect distance to borrow a bottle opener without having to learn their life story. Though, you probably will anyway, because everyone here is surprisingly friendly.
