Fresh from our first camping experience in Willowmere Camping & Caravan Park and after a 211 mile drive, we arrived at our second campsite. We now had a swagger about us. No longer camping virgins. This was going to be a doddle.
The first thing that struck us was the size of the site. Spread over 3 fields with a combination of static caravans, motorhomes, Pods and various sized tents; it felt impersonal and our swagger quickly turned to a sheepish uncertainty. Check-in was official with lots of do’s and don’ts but it was an efficient and quick process, clearly a process that had been fine tuned over the years to cope with large numbers of check-ins per day.
We pitched our small tent between two large well organised tents and surveyed our new campsite. We concluded that it was just different from our last campsite and we would need to build up a philosophical protective mindset with each new future campsite we would visit. They wouldn’t always tick every box but our love of camping would far out way any negatives.
The campsite was in a good location within the small village of Fylingthorpe. Perfectly placed to go exploring the surrounding towns and villages. Over the next couple of days, we visited Robin Hoods Bay. A beautiful small fishing village with lots of character, steep narrow streets and an ice-cream van on its beach. We also visited the larger town of Whitby with its ruined Gothic Abbey which was Bram Stoker’s inspiration for “Dracula”. Nearby is the Church of St. Mary, reached by 199 steps.
Each night we would return to our tent. Cook ourselves a meal on our outdoor gas hob and do a spot of people watching as the sun began to set. It also gave us time to check out the larger tents and quickly realized the limitations of our tent. As it got darker and colder, our fellow campers would retreat into their tents, switch on their light, sit around a table and carry on their conversations with another glass of wine.
We would go for a shower before crawling into our little tent and lie on top of our oversized inflatable mattress. Yet we felt cozy and relaxed lying inside our little tent with all sorts of sounds echoing around the campsite. Although snoring and zips can spoil the moment.
Before we knew it, it was time to move on and although we didn’t know it at the time, our next campsite was destined to be one of our best camping memories to date.
Next stop Port Ban, Kilberry, Tarbert West Scotland 336 miles away.