In reply to butteredfrog:
>>the Red Squirrel!
Has the ladies loo fallen down yet? Whole thing used to wobble alarmingly whenever anyone opened the door the last time I was there, only time I've considered putting my helmet on before going for a crap. Taking the mick a bit at eight-fifty a night.
I'd also like to nominate the site where the site owner had a massive strop at me for, amongst other things, peeing in the dog-emptying area (bog block was locked) and "telling lies" about the number of people in my tent (apparently no-one makes one-man tents, I shall have to email Terra Nova and tell them some of their products don't exist), and also the (different) site where the owner had a go at me for stuffing up his "camping ticket in windscreen to prove you've paid" system by turning up without a car.
And by way of a special mention, a certain pub campsite in the south-west where buying a camping ticket involves filling in a form giving your first name, initials, last name, date of birth, arrival date, departure date, length of stay, home address, landline number, mobile number, work number, email address, car reg no, car colour, car type, method of payment, next of kin's name, next of kin's address, shoe size etc etc ad nauseam. When I pointed out that no other campsite I've stayed on requires all this information I got the response "Well, all the other campsites are breaking the law, then!". I asked what they needed the information for. "Terrorism", apparently. They weren't able to explain what they were going to do with the data or how long they were going to keep it for, but they do make some efforts to validate it in that I had to do the form twice as apparently "rusting sh*theap" is not a valid entry in the "car type" box.
Oh yes, and the bogs were so dire that I ended up paying 20p to use the far, far nicer public ones further up the village.