Camping at the end of October, you might think I'm mad - I know many of you do already. Actually the weather was far kinder to me than it was a month ago. A little chilly perhaps, which is easily sorted, but a lot drier. Once I'd found the Gimme Shelter campsite on the net I was intrigued - only the most basic of facilities but almost universally good reviews. Shiny loos and electrical hookups can certainly make life in a tent more comfortable but part of the attraction of camping is being out in the wild and this campsite is about as near to living in the wild as you can get without actually being in the wild.
Chris and Yvonne who run the campsite have a wee blog here and a pile of videos on a Youtube channel here.
As you can see from this shot at the entrance to the campsite that Autumn seems to have arrived all of a sudden this year. Perhaps I was still waiting for Summer, which has been distinctly A.W.O.L. this year.
First things first.
Tea made and tent up. Each of the little camping areas around the site was given a name, this one I was in was called Burro.
Just behind the tent was a caravan with a shack built on the front which was also available for hire. This one was called Rosebank, if my memory serves me correctly.
This was simply called Shack.
Two more of the little camping areas in the woods.
It had Brockfield House on the door. I'm not sure this one was in use.
Up towards the top end of the campsite the pitches become more open, which is perhaps reflected in some of their names.
Complete with an elegant mirror. Here I am seeing how presentable I am before wandering back out into the real world.
The gallery and shop. Which sold odd supplies and hired occasional camping supplies like bedrolls and seats.
Chris, the owner (and pleasant fellow), makes things out of some of the wood found on site (also walking sticks and chairs) which were for sale.
Now here I was tempted to part with cash - a complete fire kit from paper, through kindling, to logs enough to keep a campfire going for a couple of hours.
All transactions for the shop were carried out through the honesty pot.
Just because I'm having a big dose of back to nature, doesn't mean I can't take advantage of the shop's wifi and check my e mails.
Perhaps it's something primitive or perhaps it just takes me back to my scouting days (though my memories of trying to light fires then always seem to involve great difficulty and this one went easily on the first attempt), either way, I did enjoy a couple of hours in the evening at my fire.
Good night all.