So we arrive at camp and while caravaners carefully place the fruit bowls on their tables behind their frilly net curtains, we do the real thing and set up camp. While only half set up I looked over at the caravaners gathering at the camp fire, already on their second glass of wine, and I start to wonder if there might be something in this caravaning lark after all.

Eventually we do finish and join the others around the fire, and to be honest you needed to be by the fire. Once we stopped setting up camp we realised how cold it actually was. At the appropriate time, the caravaners retired to their centrally heated hotels on wheels, while we snuggled up with our hot water bottles in our swag. We didn’t really mind, once you were in, it is very cosy, just don’t try getting up in the night for a wee!

The sunrise in the morning was spectacular, but best not to stray too far from the fire.