Despite local enticement to stay, Moffat could only hold us for so long and the time came to move on again. So much had been said about how wonderful the Dumfries and Galloway area is that we decided to linger a while and explore more of this region. As we had no preconceived plans we decided to head west over towards the Stranraer area and then find somewhere to stay the night. Maybe we took a different route to the guide books but after the gloriously picturesque arrival into Moffat, the exit route was decidedly bland and about as scenic as the M6 through Walsall. Nowhere looked particularly appealing so plans were amended again and the scenic monotony of Dumfries & Galloway was abandoned as once more we headed north, this time towards Ayr.
Both the Camping and Caravan Club (C&CC) and Caravan and Motorhome Club (CMC) have, in addition to their main Club sites, smaller, privately owned sites (Certificated Sites and Certificated Locations respectively) which have only 5 pitches and more limited facilities. These are generally cheaper than the Club sites and range from working farms to vineyards. Or in our case a back garden. We had optimistically booked by phone from an entry in the CMC handbook which offered a hardstanding pitch, electric hook-up, wash block, and chemical disposal. All important considerations. When we arrived and turned in to what felt like someone’s driveway, we were met by a bewildered older gentleman who couldn’t have looked more surprised if we’d descended from the skies in a flaming chariot. Thankfully, the lady to whom I’d spoken on the phone rushed out to set our collective minds at rest and swiftly relieve us of the £15 pitch fee. Cash only thank you. The “hardstanding” was in fact the driveway next to their house which we politely declined in favour of taking our chances by parking down the garden on the lawn. Although I was a bit worried about sinking into the grass I was relieved to see there was another couple in a caravan across the way and since neither the van nor their car had sunk axle-deep into the turf I thought we’d risk it.
The facilities were basic but clean and for £15 a night (with electric) we couldn’t really complain but it was with relief all round next morning that we eased off the pitch leaving nothing behind but four deep ruts ploughed into the couple’s lawn as we departed.