Let’s be real: not all campsites are created equal. Some are just car parks with a hose. But this place? It’s got soul. You pull in, and there’s a bloke at the gate who doesn’t just point at a patch of grass—he asks if you want a spot near the showers because “the wind’s a bugger tonight.”
And the grass itself? It’s mown. Like, properly. You could eat your dinner off it, if you were that way inclined (please don’t, though—there’s a café nearby). The whole site feels like someone’s well-kept backyard, except you’re allowed to plug your entire house into their power grid without anyone raising an eyebrow. That’s hospitality, folks.
Small Site, Big Personalities
This isn’t one of those sprawling mega-sites with a water park and a DJ every night. No, the Southland Caravan And Motorhome Club Campsite is intimate. Think 50 pitches, max. That means you will learn your neighbour’s dog’s name by day two. And you’ll probably borrow a bottle opener from someone named Janice who’s been caravanning since 1982.
The best bit? There’s a communal fire pit that actually gets lit. Not just for show, but for actual weiner roasting and swapping stories about that one time your water pump died on the Catlins coast. Everyone nods along because they’ve been there. It’s like group therapy, but with marshmallows and a slight smell of damp wool.
Southland Caravan and Motorhome Club Site | Alan Rogers
