|Ahoy toilet block in the distance!|
I drove till I was getting close to the beginning of the M5 and followed a sign to a campsite. I quite like simply following a sign to a site rather than booking in advance or hunting for a site in a brochure or online and then having to find it. I like the spontaneity of turning off the road to an unknown site.
The site that I arrived at near Okehampton is called Bundu Camping and Caravan Park. I did not like this as much as the site I stayed at on my outward journey. I decided not to bother with electric hookup as I was only there for one night, it was an extra cost, and I had lived without electricity for a week already at the yoga camp. This meant that I was on a pitch in what I found myself calling the 'poor end of the field'. The pitch was okay—level and with water and bins nearby—but a long way from the facilities. The site is long and thin with the facilities up the top end.
|Reception and shop.|
In the morning I was a bit startled when a man suddenly came into the ladies' facilities. He was sorting out a problem for another camper, but I felt he should have ascertained that there was no one in there in a state of undress before he entered.
I was not too keen on this site. I didn't feel welcomed. The facilities were fine and there wasn't really anything wrong with it... I just wouldn't want to stay there for anything more than a journey's overnight stop.