The shower block is a classic Club Site affair—clean, warm, and with that faint hint of industrial-strength bleach that oddly feels like a hug. It’s a bit of a hike from some pitches, so plan your bathroom trips wisely.
Knaresborough Club Campsite | The Caravan Club
There’s no fancy restaurant or huge shop, just a little reception area with basics. But that’s the point, isn’t it? You’re here for the outdoors, not a five-star spa. (Though a cup of tea from the vending machine is a lifesaver on a chilly morning.)
Wildlife and Neighbours (The Unscripted Bits)
You’ll share the site with squirrels that are basically professional beggars and a choir of birds that start their concert at 5 AM. I had a robin follow me around like I owed it rent. Respect the wildlife, folks—and lock your bread away.
The neighbours, in classic Caravan Club style, are a mix of retired couples with gleaming motorhomes and young families with mud-splattered tents. Everyone nods. Everyone says “morning.” It’s almost aggressively polite, and I love it.
