We sit here in the Concierge Camping bar area. An apple juice for Max. A Gin & Tonic for Suzanne, and a pint of Madri for me. Next to the drinks is a bag of Haribo Star Mix.
We didn't have to pay a single penny for any of this. It was all free. Yes, that's right. All FREE.
What? Is this the UK's first All Inclusive Campsite?
Let me go back a couple of hours.
Arriving at Concierge Camping
It is a warm summer's afternoon as we arrive. Excited to be at last staying at one of the UK's most highlight rated campsites.
"Attention to detail is impressive - a touch of luxury"
said the AA when it awarded them the CAMPSITE OF THE YEAR 2018-19.
We pull into the entrance area and I head for the office.
5 minutes later I am back in the van. But not before being impressed by the reception, the small bar, and the lounge-style seating area.
Our tyres crunch over the slate grey gravel. We edge around the circular campsite. Our pitch is on the inside of the circle, so we don't see it immediately.
High privacy hedges enclose each pitch. This means we don't see the tent that is set up on our pitch until the last minute.
We head back to reception, and an admin faux pas has us on another pitch.
After that initial scare, we are Pansies for the night. Pitched up on pitch number 4, named Pansy.
The bad start continues
The unfortunate start to our trip at one of the so-called best campervan sites in the country continues.
We plug the campervan in and nothing. The little signal on our console tells us we are still on battery. Another problem to fix.
As luck would have it, a member of the site team was walking past. To their credit, they fixed it quickly. It turns out a fuse had blown in the main fuse box.
Hoping that our bad luck was behind us, we headed off to that neat bar we saw on arrival.
Compensation at Concierge Camping
We enter, and the same lady that helped fixed our electricity was behind the bar. "First drinks are on us. Sorry for the inconvenience. In 6 years that has never happened," she proclaims!
Her colleague drops a bag of Haribos on the bar next to Max.
So, if you head back to that first paragraph, that explains why we are now sitting here, with free drinks and sweets.
Marc Cohn's "Walking in Memphis" hums over the speakers. A gentle breeze floats in under the classy pointed canopy. It is not particularly warm, but the gentle breeze is welcomed anyway.
Back at the campervan, and we prepare burgers and chicken for tea.
There are few better feelings than sitting in front of a small BBQ, tongs in one hand and a cold beer in the other.
The odd child plays nearby. Perhaps too timid to make too much noise.
Every now and then car tyres can be heard on the gravel. But rarely.
Those lucky enough to have snared a pitch here are not going anywhere. They, like us, are in for the night.
All of us getting our £60+ worth!