Camping in north Cornwall
By CERI EVANS
Posted on 17 May 2017
My most memorable camping moment ever was at Tregurrian campsite, in 2006. Two years earlier, I had bought myself a 1973 VW campervan and joined the Club after separating from my then wife, so I could pick up my son Harvey once a month from wherever I was based with the Army. This arrangement worked swimmingly, and it’s rather fitting that I’m writing this on his 16th birthday, with a whole host of brilliant memories of camping together all over England, Wales and France in the VW. Harvey named the campervan ‘Simba’.
Tregurrian sits vividly in my memory as it was how I chose to spend my one week’s leave mid-way through my six-month posting to the Falkland Islands. After the first afternoon’s outing, in the van to Newquay as the weather was too poor for walking, we returned to the site in increasingly blustery and rainy conditions in the early evening, only to find the majority of the tents had blown down.
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