Oh Henry..!

 

We’d been lucky to get even one night at Henry's Campsite given that the place is so popular... (number one on the Cool Camping guide to England if you are that way inclined)... but one night we had and we planned to make the most of it...  



It’s a spectacular place, not just because of its location as the most southerly campsite in the UK...  and not only because of the amazing view out across the sea... but mainly because it has the loveliest, friendliest, quirkiest atmosphere of any campsite I know... it's a fantastically special site run by what seemed like the friendliest, happiest and ‘least inhibited’ couple in the world, Jo and Ron. 

Pitches aren’t large, but given the type of fabulous folk that end up there, being close to the neighbours is never a problem... Peculiar looking chickens roam the place freely and cheerful little children run about the place barefoot and happy... enjoying a ‘proper’ camping holiday.... and this is where you get to have a chat with fellow campers over a bit of washing up:

The things I loved about Henry’s were the little unexpected touches that you wouldn’t usually find on even the best campsites... The place is deliberately littered with Ron’s art projects, from a wooden amphitheater with a huge, communal fire pit in the evening... to wooden bridges fashioned from miniature carved totem poles.

The Boy came back from the beautifully decorated shower block grinning like a fool, telling me that they were playing Tchaikovsky in there... later on I particularly enjoyed a few snippets from La Boheme as I brushed my teeth... Ron for his part stood the other side of the shower door this morning, bent double and laughing himself half to death as he informed us that he'd forgotten to put an out of order sign on the shower door... the water was freezing but the more we cried out, then harder he laughed...

 
The Shower Block

It wasn't all chilly adventures, however... Last night The Boy made a fire and we sat stargazing, munching on popcorn made on the brazier, sloshing cider...

 

...and thinking ourselves very lucky indeed as the sun set across the water.