We’d booked into a large commercial site at Withernsea for 2 nights, and it was within walking distance from the town, what could possibly go wrong?
On the way we popped into Hornsea which looked quite nice, but shut, it was bank holiday Monday. So we went to the outlet shopping centre there to stock up on fleeces and waterproof coats, the car park there is where this photograph was taken. Then we headed for Withernsea, we checked out the town first, it was shut but there was a lighthouse museum where I could go the next day, and then we headed for the site. They welcomed us, with open arms, handed out a pair of flippers and a snorkel, a toilet block key, gave us a map, with a marked out pitch. Then we found thst most of the touring pitches were either waterlogged, a mud bath or both, it was looking like a scene from 20,000 leagues under the sea. There was no way we could drive onto the pitch without sinking into the mud, so we left.
Armed with a camping and caravanning club book we rang round for a site with space and hard standing, not an easy task. Eventually a cl 5 miles west of Beverly said they had a farm track we could stay on, it was by far the best offer we’d had so we went for it.
It took us under an hour to get there and was everything it was promised to be, a farm track in a small field, it was level and the ground was firm and there was even electricity. A lovely pub just a mile or so along a busy road with rubbish strewn verges, was worth the walk, and I managed to track down my missing hat, the lovely man in the pub at the first site promised to post it to me, so all in all, not a bad day, and our dinner was excellent.
And so to Withernsea
On the way we popped into Hornsea which looked quite nice, but shut, it was bank holiday Monday. So we went to the outlet shopping centre there to stock up on fleeces and waterproof coats, the car park there is where this photograph was taken. Then we headed for Withernsea, we checked out the town first, it was shut but there was a lighthouse museum where I could go the next day, and then we headed for the site. They welcomed us, with open arms, handed out a pair of flippers and a snorkel, a toilet block key, gave us a map, with a marked out pitch. Then we found thst most of the touring pitches were either waterlogged, a mud bath or both, it was looking like a scene from 20,000 leagues under the sea.
There was no way we could drive onto the pitch without sinking into the mud, so we left.
Armed with a camping and caravanning club book we rang round for a site with space and hard standing, not an easy task. Eventually a cl 5 miles west of Beverly said they had a farm track we could stay on, it was by far the best offer we’d had so we went for it.
It took us under an hour to get there and was everything it was promised to be, a farm track in a small field, it was level and the ground was firm and there was even electricity. A lovely pub just a mile or so along a busy road with rubbish strewn verges, was worth the walk, and I managed to track down my missing hat, the lovely man in the pub at the first site promised to post it to me, so all in all, not a bad day, and our dinner was excellent.