La Rosa Campsite felt hard won after a, frankly, terrifying rocky road down. At one point I was clutching onto my door handle with My Life Flashed Before My Eyes cued up and ready to roll. But when I stepped out of the van it was pure magic.
Imagine this, somewhere near Whitby, down in a moorland valley lies an enchanted campsite with special touches to make your jaw drop. I wandered wide-eyed around in the dying sun. Amazed. You sleep in caravans and can choose between the tinker's truck, the Virgin Mary caravan, burlesque or Elvis. Being a Tues night I found myself in the enviable position of being able to take my pick. Of course Elvis was the obvious choice for a devotee like myself, but there was something about the smell of the burlesque one that won me over. It was the sort of sweet, dusky smell of holidays - the scent of warm concrete floors in a scruffy whitewashed house in Greece. It even had a pole. My friend Vee yelled at me down the phone to try it out - "Jesus, you're the only one there - get on the pole!". But it looked a bit flimsy so I resisted.
Elsewhere lies a huge tee-pee with great luscious white rugs on the floor, a mini circus tent, a caravan sweet shop with Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots and Dolly Mix and an outdoor bath and showers that you have by candlelight with a gramophone on the side to crank up and listen to. I selected some old gypsy lament and, after showering, couldn't help but run myself a bath as well. Submerged in steaming hot water, looking out across the caravan strewn valley, the peace was incredible. Bless the wonderful Amanda for making such a place happen and roll on next June when I return with enough friends to fill the place.