Minehead itself is a charming seaside town, but it’s not like those flashy resorts that charge you a fiver for a deckchair. You can walk to the seafront in about twenty minutes, past the little railway station and the old-fashioned arcades. There’s a proper promenade where you can eat fish and chips while seagulls eye your chips with evil intent.
For a change of scene, jump on the West Somerset Railway—a steam train that chugs along to Watchet and beyond. It’s the kind of slow travel that makes you appreciate the passing fields and cows. The smell of coal smoke is oddly comforting, like a hug from your childhood.
When the Weather Turns (Because It Will)
Let’s be realistic: British summers are a lottery. You might get blazing sun, or you might get three days of drizzle. But this campsite handles the rain like a champ. The clubhouse is warm, with a wood burner and board games that families actually play. I spent one rainy afternoon there playing Scrabble with strangers—we laughed so hard we forgot to check the forecast.
If the gloom persists, drive twenty minutes inland to Dunster Castle. It’s a proper medieval castle with a working watermill and gardens that look like something out of a storybook. Inside, you can pretend to be a knight or a queen, and the tearoom serves a scone that’s practically a religious experience.
Minehead Club Campsite | The Caravan Club
