Sunday night in a tent- Newberry Valley

By: Mike
We were snug in our little tent.  The secret is a rug between the air bed and the sleeping bag. They always say the cold rises up underneath you.  The only problem - unique I suppose to us oldies - is having to get up in the middle of the night to visit the er 'shower block'.  We did insist on pitching our tent close by, but you can't wriggle out of your sleeping bag, never mind the Ghost 3 tent, without waking the other occupant.  And don't even think about the chaos of doing it in the rain.  Fortunately the night was reasonably dry and we were both able to climb back in and enjoy the rest of the night.

 We cooked up tea and coffee on our mini gas stove, packed up as the rain began again,and headed to the Combe Martin Deli for a proper full English.  We thought we deserved it.

 I can't end without a shout out for Newberry Valley.  Lovely people. Immaculate facilities. Pretty site.  I bumped into Edward, a fellow camper.
Me: "How does this place rate? We haven't much experience of camp sites.  Are they all as nice as this?"
Edward. "No they certainly are not.  This is up there at the top."
Me:  "We are only here for one night.  Would have been two, but the weather. You?
Edward: "Been here since March.  Love it."

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