This is a blissfully beautiful little site. Two smallish fields taking a couple of dozen tents and a larger field with around 15 caravans, a small toilet block and some portaloos. The other night I sat on the grass with my 3 yr old watching those chinese hot air balloons light up the sky while listening to someone strum out songs from South Pacific on the ukulele. Lovely. The really lucky ones are the canny devils who have bagsied spots to park up their caravans for the season. The only blight is a person in one of the vans who insists on a daily ritual of blasting out Jerusalem and Rule Brittania, a sad act of defiance.