Whilst not averse to spending the odd night on a blowy Norwegian mountain with crazy whooshbang Germans for company, nor the occasional forray into the night time realm of car park doughnut boys, I feel most at ease paying a farmer £12 to use his comprehensive motorhome facilities in a peaceful and trouble free environment.
Car park doughnuts, sign me up with lots of sugar! Or maybe you meant something else entirely.
Surrounded by copses of oak trees, scampering squirrels, magpies, a passing fox or
two, farm fields and hawthorn hedges. Yep I'm at home free camping! No wonder I can't
be bothered these days getting away to a farmers field and paying £12 for the privilege.
Mind you I'd gladly pay £12 sometimes just to ban the odd ratrunning 44 tonner 50 meters
distant trundling down what only 20 years ago was a virtual country lane!
If its an area we like and plan on stopping for a few days we always head for 12 ACSI sites if available even when local wild camping spots are nearby. Maybe even 14 depending. 16 only if local motorhome aires are charging rip off prices which French coastal ones sometimes do. We like the option of spreading out with tables and chairs and the use of hook up for the espresso coffee maker and ebikes. And the additional security if we are away from the MH for long periods daily.
When touring a to b to c on a daily basis 100% wild camp if possible.
What we do notice is that when the motorhome villages set up in Spain in the winter months the owners for the most part seem to sit outside their motorhomes all day with their dogs. Whilst we understand the need to get away from the northern winter I do find the thought of sitting outside my motorhome for several months at a time keeping guard somewhat depressing!
In anticipation of all night partying at the New Forest Meet we are enjoying a couple of days on a cl with a shower, so I smell nice for all the nice people without having to refill the tank every two minutes. A bit of luxury can be nice sometimes.
Been there, done that.
02.30am a marauding gang of Froggies ( 5 of them ) turned up on the aire that we was alone on and made a hell of a racket as they parked up.
I returned the favour at 06.00am when we was up and about, started the engine, left it running and opening and closing doors as loud as i could.
They were not impressed and said something very rude to me through an open window.
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