Rosedale Abbey Camping
We had a long weekend and I wanted to go on a mini adventure for H's birthday. He wasn't sure but I found an adult only campsite in a small field in a place we are familiar with close to his favourite train place, Grosmont.
When I told H we had an adult only campsite he was slightly worried and we both had fleeting, terrifying thoughts of 'one of those places' but all turned out well. It was just a small campsite in a field with tents, campers and one beautiful shepherds hut.
We invited H's friend. He's a keen photographer and he liked H's photos from the previous week.
It was dry and mainly sunny but we had a storm on the Saturday. An atmospheric, slightly scary storm with a short burst of heavy rain. Clearing to leave cooler temperature and lighter skies.
The area was beautiful, on a working farm. It was only spoilt by some noisy old people. Once you get to a certain age I think two things happen, you need the radio on permanently, radio 2 that is and you lose volume control on your talking, everything goes up to shouty level.
So whilst children may run around screaming and shouting old people sit around talking loudly and listening to radio 2.
This was the first time in the camper with our two fat labradors and it was fabulous. We had plenty of space, although it did help that it was sunny most of the time.
On the Friday whilst H went and took some photos I read my book, did some writing and had a little snooze in the camper.
On Saturday we started the day with a big breakfast brought to the camper by the owner. It was delicious. We then went for what should have been a short walk, it started cool but then turned out really hot. We nearly killed the dogs. Fat black labs in the sunshine on an uphill walk is not good.
Also, we had not realised there were so many non dog friendly stiles and points to cross fences/walls. We managed to squeeze them through and over, much to their consternation but fortunately no broken bits.
As we ascended it got warmer and stickier. They were panting and flaking. We'd brought very little water. Our friend was a star as he found a pool of cold, peaty water that they could go and splash about in. They survived and they loved it.
Sunday morning was a lazy one and a drive home in the sunshine. The camper has definitely been tried and tested. It now smells of dog and you can find dog hairs in all the usual places.
Rosedale has become our favourite new place but we still need more new places. The map has not yet featured, we need to get it out, get it dirty and get it used. That's the next goal.
When I told H we had an adult only campsite he was slightly worried and we both had fleeting, terrifying thoughts of 'one of those places' but all turned out well. It was just a small campsite in a field with tents, campers and one beautiful shepherds hut.
We invited H's friend. He's a keen photographer and he liked H's photos from the previous week.
It was dry and mainly sunny but we had a storm on the Saturday. An atmospheric, slightly scary storm with a short burst of heavy rain. Clearing to leave cooler temperature and lighter skies.
The area was beautiful, on a working farm. It was only spoilt by some noisy old people. Once you get to a certain age I think two things happen, you need the radio on permanently, radio 2 that is and you lose volume control on your talking, everything goes up to shouty level.
So whilst children may run around screaming and shouting old people sit around talking loudly and listening to radio 2.
This was the first time in the camper with our two fat labradors and it was fabulous. We had plenty of space, although it did help that it was sunny most of the time.
On the Friday whilst H went and took some photos I read my book, did some writing and had a little snooze in the camper.
On Saturday we started the day with a big breakfast brought to the camper by the owner. It was delicious. We then went for what should have been a short walk, it started cool but then turned out really hot. We nearly killed the dogs. Fat black labs in the sunshine on an uphill walk is not good.
Also, we had not realised there were so many non dog friendly stiles and points to cross fences/walls. We managed to squeeze them through and over, much to their consternation but fortunately no broken bits.
As we ascended it got warmer and stickier. They were panting and flaking. We'd brought very little water. Our friend was a star as he found a pool of cold, peaty water that they could go and splash about in. They survived and they loved it.
Sunday morning was a lazy one and a drive home in the sunshine. The camper has definitely been tried and tested. It now smells of dog and you can find dog hairs in all the usual places.
Rosedale has become our favourite new place but we still need more new places. The map has not yet featured, we need to get it out, get it dirty and get it used. That's the next goal.
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