We left Derwentwater site at Keswick on Monday 21st and decided we would travel down through the Lake District via Windermere, rather than getting onto the Motorway. As luck would have it the weather took a pleasant change for the better if a little chilly and certainly not as wet as it had been of late.
It was a nice journey down through the Lakes and surprisingly there were no holdups, considering that the lakes are busy at any time of the year, and the roads are not exactly wide trunk roads. However we were soon on the M6 motorway and heading for our overnight stop at the Whittingham Club near Preston in Lancashire.
We chose this site because it was the right distance to travel but also very close to the M6 motorway, they had hardstanding with electric and it was dog friendly too. My eyes were drawn to the fact that the club served local Real Ales, Draught Cider and Lager as well as offering snooker, pool and other offerings. I guessed it was a ‘working mens club’ or local ‘social club’ which would suit us for the one night stop we needed.
We arrived about 3pm and found ‘the club’ down the end of quite a long access road and set up on the large car park. The club was closed on arrival as expected but we were soon settled in and walked the dogs on the adjacent ‘playing field’, which in fact turned out to be a ‘camping field’.
The manager arrived around 5pm and informed us about the facilities, the best bit being we could use the field to run the dogs off lead provided we cleaned up of course. The dogs had a whale of a time which meant we had a relatively quiet evening.
After dinner I went into the club for a beer and was pleasantly surprised that they had 3 local Real Ales on tap. I opted for the blonde one and was not disappointed as it went down very well closely followed by another! The only downside was I knew that an early morning visit to the loo would be inevitable, but it was worth it.
The site was very quiet but, chatting to the barman in the club, from Easter onwards the site fills up and at peak times we would struggle to find a pitch. The club used to be part of a mental hospital but since its closure the club went downhill, however the locals got together and decided it should be run as a social club and campsite, and it has not only survived but flourished.