Okay, the name “Hunter’s Moon” isn’t just for show. This campsite has some seriously low light pollution. When the moon is full, it’s like someone turned on a giant silver lamp. You can actually walk around without a torch—though be careful not to trip over a guy rope, rookie mistake.
I spent one evening just lying on the grass, watching satellites drift by. A woman from a nearby caravan came over and pointed out a constellation I’d never seen before. That’s the kind of place this is—strangers become star guides.
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Of course, there are quirks. The Wi-Fi is… strategically unreliable. It forces you to talk to people, which is frankly rude for an introvert, but somehow welcome. Also, the site rule about “quiet hours after 10 PM” is hilariously enforced by a man in a Hi-Viz vest who glares at you if you laugh too loudly.
And the wildlife? Let’s just say the foxes have a more active social life than I do. I saw one bold fella walk right up to a barbecue and steal a sausage. The owners just shrugged and said, “Classic Hunter’s Moon.” You’ve been warned.
Hunter's Moon Caravan and Motorhome Club Site | Alan Rogers
