Rutland water and Burghley House

We are heading towards Burghley House and we have a campsite and a backup sorted out.  But this goes wrong quickly! We arrive at the first site to find out they don’t take ‘casual bookings’ so we can’t go there without some notice and presumably passing some kind of pre-qualification test or whatever. So we head to the second site, only to find that it’s mainly families and tents on a small field of a farm, so that’s out too.

We break out Park4Night – our goto app for overnight stops and discover a small campsite on the edge of Rutland Water.  That’s the kiddy!  It’s only a few km, but as we have done quite a lot today already, it’s nearly dusk when we turn up.

The campsite is next to Rutland Water sailing club.  It’s £10 a night in an honesty box by the gate. Perfect.  Fresh water is the only facility, but we don’t need much – mothership can be self sufficient for about a week. More if we are careful with the loo!

A quick walk and we discover that Rutland water is fabulous – there is a cycle path around the whole thing and the weather is due to be good the next day.

So now we have a dilemma – Rutland Water or Burghley House?  We really do only have the day – we have to be back in Horley in the evening.

Serendipity intervenes: T noticed a post from Colin Furze on Facebook that mentioned that his Kylo Ren Tie Fighter build was only to be there for a few more weeks.  Toby didn’t even know he had built a Tie Fighter, never mind it being at Burghley House.  That decided it. Spooky timing for Facebook.

Burghley House is amazing.  Huge stately home – now in a trust of course – with the rooms displaying a huge collection of art.  And being art themselves. Most of the walls and ceilings are Antonio Verrio and are in great condition having been restored recently.  Set all that in gardens and parkland landscaped by Capability Brown. Add a sculpture garden, shop, restaurant and you have it all really!

We spend an hour in the house and a few hours wandering the grounds and the sculpture garden.  Then back into the MS2 for Sausage Rolls and then on towards Horley. Rutland Water will be unfinished business for next time!

Castle Howard, Yorkshire

We visited Castle Howard a few years ago in a rental motorhome – way back before mothership I. At the time we were on a very tight schedule to get the rental beast back to the south coast, so we only did the gardens at Castle Howard and not the house.  This visit is intended to remedy that injustice.

We had a nightmare finding the place.  We knew exactly where we were and we knew exactly where the campsite was, but joining the two together was a bastard. Sally supposedly knows the motorhome dimensions but as you get close to the Castle Howard estate, there are quite a few narrow gateways and low arches.  We ended up face to face with a stone archway that – on paper – we could fit though – *just* with one inch / 10cm clearance. What? Yes, we know. We have exactly translated the height into real units and old english fuckery, but the actual arch had two wildly different numbers. With mirrors in, we should have been fine on the width, but the height looked too close and it was clear that the arch has been hit *a lot*.

Not only that but it was a dead straight roman road and we could see another arch 500 meters further on.

So even though we were less than 1km from the campsite, we embarked on a 30 km detour.  If you fancy a chuckle check out the map near Castle Howard. It’s a laugh watching the track run around and around like a rat in a maze trying to get to the campsite.  Whats driving us nuts is that we came here in the rental beast which is longer, wider and just as tall as Mothership 2, so we don’t know why there were no problems last time.

Anyway, the campsite is fab.  Mainly statics, but they have a touring field and a number of hard standing pitches.  IT ended up great value as the camping gets a two for one entry to the House and Gardens so that was a £20 saving.

After the detour, it was too late in the day to go into the Castle, so we put that off till Monday and instead went for a walk around the Great Lake. About twenty swans and ducks plus two or three hundred Greylag and Canada Geese.

Those geese were noisy buggers – the campsite is only a few meters from the lakes edge and the geese keep up the racket all night – very noisy neighbours!

Monday and the castle was brilliant.  It’s not really a castle of course – it’s a stately home.  The interior decoration is brilliant. 

Lunch was Castle produced Sausage Roll.  And this sausage roll was huge and scrummy – so good that we bought more in the farm shop for the next day!

Time is getting on, so no second night. Instead we head off down the A1 to Rutland Water.

Berwick upon Tweed

Our chosen campsite (that T has stayed at before) was full, so it’s a 8km drive out of town to a small campsite in Ancroft.  Despite the Scottish sounding name, Berwick Upon Tweed is definitely in England.  In fact, it’s 6km south of the border.  

It’s a great hilltop town – it still has Elizabethan town walls, a great viaduct across the Tweed (and a yeuchy concrete bridge too).  

We arrived at the backup campsite late afternoon on Friday and the weather this side of the border is amazing – bright sunshine.  So we broke out shorts and beers for the rest of the evening. 

The following morning and it was blowing a hooley. We had a failed bus attempt, then a failed Uber attempt and then finally a local cab company that got us from the campsite into the town.

The cab driver told us that it was the annual Honda Goldwing meetup that day, so it would have been rude not to check it out!

We checked out the remains of the castle and then did a lap of the city walls and ramparts.  We took in the Honda meetup and had an absolutely fab hog roast roll for lunch. If you came to the going away party last year, you will already know how much we like a hog roast!

After the city walls we mooched around the town for an hour or so. Lots of charity shops is a good summary of the town.  It was a heritage day, so lots of normally closed buildings were open including the old gaol in the top of the town hall. Then we grabbed a bus back to the campsite and did a little planning for the three days trip back to Horley *sniff sniff*.