|
Ah, where do I begin? This campsite could be a gem — stunning location, just a 10-minute stroll to the sea (which kindly roars you to sleep... and occasionally back awake). Bude is beautiful, the beaches nearby are dreamy. Sadly, that's where the dream ends.
Enter: The Manager — part campsite owner, part tent dimension denialist, full-time patrol officer. I’m convinced he runs the place like he’s prepping for a camping edition of Squid Game. He eyeballs your setup like you’re parking a Boeing 747. Didn’t bother to read the tent dimensions we sent, and then had the cheek to complain that our (perfectly normal) T5 van and modest awning were apparently a crime against camping humanity.
The pitch? More like a game of Tetris on expert mode. Tent barely fit. Car? Good luck. Could’ve put us on the bigger pitch next door — but nah, that would’ve made sense. Once the field filled up, it turned into a festival of elbows and torchlights — people stumbling past our tent all night like they were on a midnight pilgrimage to the loos.
Also — forget maps or useful info. Just vibes (and surveillance). And the ground? Rocky near the road, like someone paved it with regrets and rubble. We basically slept on a bag of gravel.
To be fair: the toilets and showers were okay... when it wasn’t packed. But as soon as more tents arrived? Chaos. Think Glastonbury on a bad day, but with less music and more soap rationing.
Bottom line: If you enjoy being watched like a hawk, having your tent squished into a space smaller than your last parking ticket, and paying premium rates for chaos... you’ll love it here! If not, maybe try literally anywhere else.
Would not stay again unless the management is replaced with someone who reads pitch sizes and doesn’t act like a campsite prison warden.
|
Hi Ruth,
Thankyou so much for your 10/10 Feedback. We hope you visit again when the weather is kinder and you can see those fantastic sunsets.
James
Owner