“Klein, krap, koud en vochtig! Wel geinig!”
The spot in the forest felt like a hippie village with friendly people, a clean 2‑person bed, and a big umbrella, gas BBQ, and bench outside; it has potential if the weather cooperates. However, communication via Booking was lacking, causing us to pass the entrance three times before Booking finally sent a vague route that was still unclear. The mini‑caravan, a ’70s relic, is fun in summer when it’s dry and warm, but unsuitable for a dark, damp, wet forest in typical English weather—cold, damp, and cramped. There’s no indoor heating; stoking the wood stove is enjoyable, but not when you arrive in pouring rain. The interior is old and worn, with no electricity or Wi‑Fi. The wardrobe is full of plastic crates, leaving no space for clothes, and the shower cabin is also cluttered with crates. The toilet is a chemical one, and the working shower is located elsewhere in the damp forest. In short, it’s a unique experience only when the weather is nice and dry.
Rob·Hace 5 meses