Are you a happy camper...?

Confession time. I am certainly no snob when it comes to holiday accommodation, and I have slept in very basic, if not primitive, rooms in my life. Camping, however, is a whole different story. Not quite my cup of tea. Not even if it is an English cuppa', made over the camp fire in the most romantic of primitive living attempts.

Now, here comes 'however' number two. If you make me go to north Devon, offer to pack everything and also take care of food preparations, AND place me in one of the most beautiful camp sites in this country, who sell home-made coffee cake slices the size of the North American continent, then I may just be open for negotiation. Just.

As this camp site had a small shop cum café, it also boasted a small seating area in the garden. And if for nothing else, then I think it might have been worth coming here for that. Just look at these fabulous grassy roofs and ivy-clad poles - oooh, yes we like that, we like that a lot!

Last weekend was spent here, and more photos will follow in another blog entry, as the camera just would not stop snapping in this gorgeous area...