Arrived at the campsite at around 10:40. Got a little confused by what was golf course and what was field-for-tents so I walked the bike through the main campsite..
“Evening!” He appeared to be walking around the campsite regardless of my arrival.
“Uh. Good evening..?”
“You could put your tent up over there ‘ He pointed up the path towards a field with a sprinkling of caravans. “The tents usually go on the other side of the road but it’s quieter up there than in the main field and you look like you need to sleep in tomorrow morning.. I mean.. you can sleep wherever you like, maybe you’re so tired that the cars on the road won’t bother you..”
Thanks. I think. 🙃 I must look pretty rough if you can tell from 40 paces away in the near dark that I’m that tired… (unless just arriving by bike is a giveaway?) He’s right though.. probably an airport wouldn’t bother me.. 😴😴😴
Maybe I should have asked him if he works here – he probably doesn’t have any say in anything… but I’ve put my tent up now anyway 🙂
Just a little bit up the path from where I met the guy, I found a playground. That’ll guarantee a quiet morning, right? 😂
So I carried on past the playground to about the furthest corner of the furthest field.
Fini.
the Jess(e)way around 