But having once found the site what a pearl, it is situated on the banks of the Great Ouse (if only I had brought my fishing gear) a short walk into town, it is a mature site with plenty of large shady trees (if you have a Sat Dish, make sure you get a pitch with a clear southern view).
You can buy your day fishing tickets from the site office (As with all of the site supervisors, helpful and full of information on the locality) you must of course have a national fishing licence, bought at the local post office I believe. The river is teaming with fish of all size and is a wonderful course fishing river, with dace, bream, etc. but also, I am lead to believe, harbour some capital pike.
We needed to stock up with food and other necessities for our trip from here on, though I can assure you we would not starve as we still had cold meats that we had brought with us, alongside the remnants of the picnic, ham, pie, pickles, cheese and other wonderful delicacies. But we did need bread and something for our evening meal. We walked along the river bank, complete with house boats, long boats and pleasure craft, across a couple of pedestrian bridges, through a very nice well-kept park. We crossed the main bridge into town; Linda was in awe at the vivid display of colour that the hanging baskets and street tubs gave to the whole of the main street.
We popped into M&S bought our bacon, sausages and eggs (it was to be a full English, the next morning) we also bought some nice lamb chops that would do for our evening meal the next day. We had passed a fish and chip shop while walking down the main street, as we had not had one of the staples of English culinary prowess to date (on this visit) we decided this would do for our evening meal. So without further ado I popped in, Linda wanted Haddock and I my Cod, 1 large portion (very large portion indeed) of chips, all freshly cooked, mushy peas and two buttered baps (Linda that lady of high culinary taste cannot do without her chip butty). We walked briskly back to the campsite, set the plates, knives and forks on the table, opened a bottle of very nice Cotes de Rhone and devoured our supper with relish in the warm setting sun, life can be so good.
After Supper, I took a walk around the campsite and along the River Bank, watched some lads (young and old) trying their luck with the poles (name for a fishing rod with no reel) in the evening sun.
As always when visiting these places, I stop and reflect, I do not offer up a prayer, as those days of religious Shinto worship are long past, I just reflect on life’s journey and the passing of this mans (or woman) life.
We then retraced the route that T.E. Lawrence on his motorbike took on that fateful day, all those many years ago, until we arrived at the small house in the wooded copse beside the winding road that leads to Bovington Camp. It was alas not open until 11:00 and as it was not yet 10:00 we decided the time was best spent getting on our way, as we had many miles (though measured in KMs in our van) to travel to Coverack on the Lizard in Cornwall.
The Little Trevothan campsite is another wonderful, well kept, C&CC site, with exceedingly helpful, friendly natives. By now we could have the Van set up and ready in a matter of minutes (well tens of minutes), so that done we headed down into town.
Now it isn’t far down the road into town only about a mile, but it is steep and winding, it was at this point that we thanked the campsite for pointing this out on their website.
It was a very nice afternoon and there were still a lot of holiday makers about and plenty of kids frolicking in the surf (it was low tide just on the turn), we went to the small convenience store cum post office and bought a few things, as wild rabbit stew was to be on the menu that evening.
So it was post cards, carrots, a leek and some peas, then a stroll back along to the harbour to have a pint in the Paris Hotel (a rather strange name for a small hotel/pub in deepest Cornwall). I only went in to be able to use their free Wifi, but as in the pub decided to make use of their victualing facilities and had a very nice pint of real ale (Linda not knowing any better, had a coffee).
We sat out in the wonderful evening air, enjoying the bird song, and then it was time for a bit of TV and shut eye.