… they said. It’s beautiful there. Well, for once they – whoever they are – we’re right.
Long camping weekend at Nicholaston Farm over the May bank holiday. First time Gower for me, second time after a very long break for Rich.
Left Friday “no later than 10:30am” which was actually 11:30am. Packing the last few bits and loading the car always takes way longer than it should. Bank holiday traffic wasn’t too bad though, at least not going West far into South Wales.
Arrived at the campsite just after 2pm, checked in and pitched up with the sun high in the sky. Lovely great grassy field, bit of an angle, but we’ll manage.
To be honest, this was one of the best campsites we’ve ever been to. Lot’s of picnic tables to use, free WiFi, spotlessly clean bathrooms, shop with more than just all the essentials, super friendly staff and a stone throw away from the beach.
Couple of ciders where had whislt chilling in the sun, then grabbed a fresh pizza from a take away van at 5pm. Yum! How convenient.
With ciders and pizza making us incredibly sleepy we decided to go down to the beach for a wander instead. Lovely woodland first thick with the fragrance of wild garlic before we dropped out behind the dunes of Nicholaston Burrows. Making our way through very fine sand we eventually slid down to the beach with our first glimpse of the famous Gower coast.
There was a murky haziness hovering in the air and with the beach being almost devoid of people we strolled along the water in a weird dreamlike atmosphere.
With legs and lungs burning we laboured up the steep sandy slope back to the campsite. Wrapped up warm as temperatures started to dip into single figures and watched the snooker. Good times.