I always knew I was a true gypsy at heart, the fact I've moved home about 5 times in 2 years was a good hint. Saying that, I didn't realise how much I'd love the lifestyle until I stayed in a real gypsy/circus caravan at Walcot Hall, Shropshire.
We booked the stay through canopyandstars - where I pondered over yurts, real tree-houses and vintage sheds. But Walcot Hall stood out for it's arboretum location and pet-friendly accommodation (it was Lola's holiday after all). On arrival we carried our bits through the forest, to find the 'Red Showman's Caravan'. It stood out as looking quaint and cosy - and didn't disappoint inside with a beautiful little kitchenette, vintage yellow furnishings and snug bedroom.
Before some BBQ and scrabble, we explored the arboretum to find other 'hidden gems'. From a firetruck to an american chapel - they all sat far enough apart so that we rarely bumped into anybody. Even the bathrooms had character, sat in sheds with vintage copper toilets and big showers.
After a cosy nights sleep (bar the owl screeching in the trees above us), we spent the whole of the next day exploring. After what felt like sleeping in a 'wendy house' and then walking round to find wooden bear statues, a hansel and gretal house and a walkway behind a waterfall - it was like being a young 'un again. Exploring also included finding the hidden boathouse (after getting the padlock code online, finding the key and eventually opening the next door to some vintage boats - that in itself felt like a treasure hunt). We (ok, just one us...) then paddled the mile length along the lake navigating the swans and herons.
We finished off the day by toasting marshmallows on the fire. Yes twee. But the man loved it. And I loved drinking wine and watching him make fire. And eating marshmallows.
Overall, one of the best weekends I've had in a long time, leaving me yearning another gypsy/glamping adventure very soon...