Let’s talk about the pitches. They are not massive rectangles; they are cleverly carved into the trees like a jigsaw puzzle. You will need to reverse your motorhome at an angle that defies physics. I’m pretty sure I saw a man perform a ten-point turn that would have made a lorry driver weep with pride.
But here’s the payoff: each pitch has its own little personality. Some are bathed in dappled sunlight. Others are so shady you’ll need a torch to find your kettle. And the best ones? They have a secret spot for your awning, tucked behind a bush that offers just enough privacy to sing in the shower. Seriously, no one can hear you, even if you’re off-key.
Wyatts Covert Club Campsite | The Caravan Club
Surprising Fact: The Silence is Loud
You’d think a caravan site would be noisy, right? Kids, generators, people arguing about how to set up a windbreak. Not here. At 10 PM, a hush falls over the campsite that is so profound, you can hear a leaf hit the ground. I once heard a fellow camper whisper, “I’m going to have a cup of tea,” from three pitches away.
It’s eerie. It’s brilliant. And it forces you to confront the fact that you’ve been living your life on a constant loop of traffic noise. The only sounds are birdsong, the rustle of trees, and the occasional distant cow that sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.
