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I do believe that I enjoyed that, our first trip away. We didn’t go too far and not for long, I think I could have done with more than one night to get properly settled in though. The trip up there was ok, as I’ve said before, I’ve had practise at riding in the van so I’m quite comfortable with that, but it was nice to have some else a long to give me the undivided attention that I deserve. I really rather like my familiar’s friend Sally, she has a similar feel about her, although I must say she can get a bit paparazzi at times. A bit of training will sort that out though I’m sure.
When we first arrived the campsite was a delight. Each plot had plenty of personal space, it’s very own fire pit and a goodly tall thistle verge. I felt quite comfortable and at ease. It was so peaceful and relaxing, even the buzzards circling overhead had no idea I was there. We watched a hawk hovering over a mouse somewhere in the field, over by the vegetable garden, before it gave up and flew off to a near by stand of trees. All was blissful and still until…….
……trepassers! There’s other humans on my patch. And then more of them come walking past and suddenly things do not feel so safe, so I retreated to higher ground, a better vantage for the pounce. It seems they’d caught a bus somewhere, my be down to the beach, but they all came back at once and it was all just a little too much. Especially the ones with furry faces, I have had trouble with them before, they make me nervous you know. They weren’t really bothered with us though, so I did relax again in the end.
As the sun went down, little fires lit up and the full moon rose behind us. Under that big twinkling sky I felt warm and cosy, no more wandering humans nor birds of prey, just the odd bat and a willow the whisp or two.
After a good cuddly nights sleep I felt much more at home in the morning such a shame to be leaving, but not until after a good long wake up and luncheon in the sun.
As the other humans were packing up and leaving I gathered up my courage to have a little explore, nothing too bold though, but the compost toilets were just a step too far.
All in all I’d say it was a fine retreat in the sun and I couldn’t have found a better place to stay if I’d looked for it myself. You won’t find it in any campsite pages or books, a google search for wild camps might help, it’s a secluded little gem just outside of the village of Spaxton, in the Quantock Hills of Somerset. A singular field and permaculture garden, with fresh water and a compost toilet, no electricity nor solar panel in sight. If you promise to keep it quiet I’ll let you know, it’s name is Splatt Farm, you’ll probably find it if you’re game.
Farewell until the next trip, thanks for coming along. If you enjoy my stories do give them a đź‘Ť and don’t forget that you can follow me on instagram too if like.
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