Let’s talk about the ponies. These aren’t shy, manicured zoo animals. These are the true rulers of the New Forest. They walk down the middle of the road like they own the place—because they do. You own a caravan? Cute. They own the grass you’re parked on.
One might nibble your awning just to see if it tastes like strawberries. It won’t. But they’ll try anyway, with a look that says, “Move along, human.” Don’t feed them, though. Seriously. The signs aren’t joking, and a grumpy pony is surprisingly intimidating.
The Pitch: Your Tiny Castle
The pitches here are spacious. Like, you won’t be able to hear your neighbour argue about who forgot the ketchup. That’s luxury. Each pitch has electric hook-up, so your kettle and Netflix are safe. You’ve got your own little patch of heaven with a view of the sky and the trees.
And yes, there are water points nearby. No more hiking across the field with a jerry can like some sort of survivalist. You’ll feel very civilised, honestly. Almost like glamping, but with your own toilet.
Oh, the shower blocks. Let me pause for a moment of silence. They’re spotless. Heated, too. If you’ve ever had a wet, cold shower in a campsite at 7 AM, you’ll weep with joy. These are the kind of showers where you forget you’re in a field.
New Forest Centenary Club Campsite | The Caravan Club
