We looked at the weather – rain, storms, thunder, hail. Rightoh, camping time! So off we went on Friday evening up to the Trough of Bowland – about an hour and a half drive from Manchester for a weekend break.
The campsite was pretty basic – read: no showers, hot water or washing up facilities. But it did have one spidery toilet in a lean-to by the owner’s kitchen and a tap, and only two other people staying. Hey ho, it was just for two nights and that’s what baby wipes are for, right?
The views from the campsite were lovely, rolling green hills and flocks of recently sheared (and chilling looking) sheep.
We were camping in Newton by Bowland and went for a lovely (and soggy) 8 mile circular walk stopping off in Dunsop Bridge (aka the official centre of the UK) for a well-deserved cup of coffee and bacon sandwich. There was only a few moments of going off track to avoid a field of large teenage bulls blocking our style – who says England doesn’t have apex predators?😉
We retreated home pretty early on Sunday morning as we’d had quite a chilly and windy night, but it was lovely to get out and about.