The route could be described as difficult but thank goodness for Frank’s coffee.
The gas was almost empty but we hadn’t been able to replace the canister. A misty haze surrounded the site; we couldn’t even see the blue house across the valley. Brian, our host had promised to take our bags across to Holywell, but we had to arrange a last minute change of plan since the original site was closed. Finding the site took an age. It was far further then the map suggested and the paths on the map sometimes didn’t exist.
The new site was run by Parc Dean; a company seemingly only in the business for the money. Ten pounds each for a pitch; they reckoned we must have one each even though we could have fitted in four tents per pitch.
However, the bags were there and the meal in the pub down the road was good and we know where we are going tomorrow!
Verdict: The meanest campsite! £20 for two small tents! Parc Dean is a miserable company!
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