Well, I'm back in one piece after my escapade to the other side of Offa's ****.
I set off with intrepidation but I'd no need to worry. As we skirted the uplands I was nervous to start with, especially when we entered the Badlands. A narrow road threading between the hillsides give plenty of opportunity for a ambush. Her Ladyship asked me why the sheep were smiling and that put me in a relaxed mood. The sheep had obviously had a late night love in and the natives were having a late morning lie in.
What can I say about Cae Du camp site at Rhoslefain?
Well if I knew what the entrance to the site was like I wouldn't have gone. It was a turnung on the left on a tight right hand U bend and the turning left into the lane was also a U bend. The owner had forgot to tell me if approaching from Tywyn to go up to the layby up the road and turn first.
As I turned into the lane the drop off was so steep I couldnt see the wall on my offside and when I looked behind to see if my rear was going to miss the nearside wall the tail of my caravan was pointing to the sky.
After reporting to the farm the farmers wife told us to go where we liked. We found out theres no pitches, just pitch where you feel like it. It wasn't long before our faces dropped. Her Ladyship asked me where the hookups were, and there wasn't any inspite of me reading there was. How we were going to make our battery last 9 days God only knew.
We went and saw the farmer explaining we wasn't prepared for no hookups and he said we wasn't the first and apparently the next edition of the book will be corrected.
The farmer and his wife were lovely people and nothing was too much trouble. He showed us another place to pitch and ran electrics to us from the shower block.
The beach wasn't sandy, it wasn't even pebbley, more like a boulder beach but I didn't care because I'd left my bucket and spade at home.
The shower block was tidy and clean and the views over towards Barmouth and the Lleyn peninsula were nice, especially with the different cloud formations and sunsets.
During the week there were quite a few with dogs and unfortunately we were the only ones to pick up the dogs dumps, infact with the exception of a lady with 2 Cairns who didn't pick up everyone else let their dogs run loose.
One pair of dirty, idle gits used to open the door of their motorhome first thing in the morning and boot out the mankiest, mangiest pair of dogs I've ever seen. I did report them to the farmer and he said it was the first time they'd been back for a long time. He said they left in a huff after others had reported them about their dogs crapping all over the place.
Most campers are either tenters or motor homes, infact we never saw another caravan until 10 minutes before we left except for a few who had permanent pitches.
Yesterday evening at dusk two motorhomes arrived with mother/father and one child in each and they started to pitch a few yards from us but eventually moved on up the top of the field and thank God they did. They were still laughing and shouting, including the kids, at 1a.m. I felt sorry for whoever was in the tent next to them. It would have been interesting to see what time they would have crashed out but the heavens opened just gone 1 so that send them inside.
Another two families decided to climb the cliffs which were crumbly. Two of the kids were about three years old and they strapped them to their backs, total madness.
To sum up, it was a nice site run by friendly people but not wishing to generalise, most of the campers are at the bottom of the camping scale and wouldn't last 5 minutes on a club site.
Moral of the story .... I think I will stick to Club sites in future.
I set off with intrepidation but I'd no need to worry. As we skirted the uplands I was nervous to start with, especially when we entered the Badlands. A narrow road threading between the hillsides give plenty of opportunity for a ambush. Her Ladyship asked me why the sheep were smiling and that put me in a relaxed mood. The sheep had obviously had a late night love in and the natives were having a late morning lie in.
What can I say about Cae Du camp site at Rhoslefain?
Well if I knew what the entrance to the site was like I wouldn't have gone. It was a turnung on the left on a tight right hand U bend and the turning left into the lane was also a U bend. The owner had forgot to tell me if approaching from Tywyn to go up to the layby up the road and turn first.
As I turned into the lane the drop off was so steep I couldnt see the wall on my offside and when I looked behind to see if my rear was going to miss the nearside wall the tail of my caravan was pointing to the sky.
After reporting to the farm the farmers wife told us to go where we liked. We found out theres no pitches, just pitch where you feel like it. It wasn't long before our faces dropped. Her Ladyship asked me where the hookups were, and there wasn't any inspite of me reading there was. How we were going to make our battery last 9 days God only knew.
We went and saw the farmer explaining we wasn't prepared for no hookups and he said we wasn't the first and apparently the next edition of the book will be corrected.
The farmer and his wife were lovely people and nothing was too much trouble. He showed us another place to pitch and ran electrics to us from the shower block.
The beach wasn't sandy, it wasn't even pebbley, more like a boulder beach but I didn't care because I'd left my bucket and spade at home.
The shower block was tidy and clean and the views over towards Barmouth and the Lleyn peninsula were nice, especially with the different cloud formations and sunsets.
During the week there were quite a few with dogs and unfortunately we were the only ones to pick up the dogs dumps, infact with the exception of a lady with 2 Cairns who didn't pick up everyone else let their dogs run loose.
One pair of dirty, idle gits used to open the door of their motorhome first thing in the morning and boot out the mankiest, mangiest pair of dogs I've ever seen. I did report them to the farmer and he said it was the first time they'd been back for a long time. He said they left in a huff after others had reported them about their dogs crapping all over the place.
Most campers are either tenters or motor homes, infact we never saw another caravan until 10 minutes before we left except for a few who had permanent pitches.
Yesterday evening at dusk two motorhomes arrived with mother/father and one child in each and they started to pitch a few yards from us but eventually moved on up the top of the field and thank God they did. They were still laughing and shouting, including the kids, at 1a.m. I felt sorry for whoever was in the tent next to them. It would have been interesting to see what time they would have crashed out but the heavens opened just gone 1 so that send them inside.
Another two families decided to climb the cliffs which were crumbly. Two of the kids were about three years old and they strapped them to their backs, total madness.
To sum up, it was a nice site run by friendly people but not wishing to generalise, most of the campers are at the bottom of the camping scale and wouldn't last 5 minutes on a club site.
Moral of the story .... I think I will stick to Club sites in future.
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