We arrived at Outney Meadow quite late so the main reception, housed in a converted stable, was closed but someone appeared from a bungalow opposite reception to greet us and asked us to follow him to our pitch. He then promptly jumped on a bike and cycled off with us driving behind in the van – a nice little touch. The main carpark at the entrance to the site continues the impression given from the road – it’s a large gravel area lined with old tractors and mouldy caravans. The route to the camping pitch is much better though – down a conifer lined lane with three separate camping areas at the end.
As we arrived quite late in the evening, by the time we had made dinner, it was starting to get dark and so we ambled down to the beach, which is just next to the site and sat there until it got properly dark before retiring to the van with a bottle of wine. The site was quiet by 10pm in accordance with the rules and we didn’t hear anything until the next morning when we had time for a quick paddle after our bacon butties, before leaving the site