Staying in my ‘go to’ campsite in Wharfedale. They know me, seem tolerably pleased to see me and I get the special ‘old geezer’ rate. I’ve upgraded computer software and uploaded loads of pix - it’s handy having a few hours of dependable wifi - and my clothes are in the on-site washing machine.
I recall staying in a campsite in Hampshire: really just a farmer’s field, with few facilities. The farmer came by to collect my pitch fee. “Do you think you’ll ever stay here again?, he asked. “Definitely”, I said. “Then I’ll just charge you the ‘regulars’ rate"…
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