22 Aug Glamping in Cambridge
A Short Stay in a Showman’s Wagon
I’ve long fancied staying in a gypsy caravan, so when I was browsing Airbandb recently and found this old showman’s caravan in Cambridge, I kept coming back to the page. After I realised that two nights in the caravan was less than one night in a fairly ordinary Cambridge hotel, my mind was made up and I pressed go.
I was visiting Cambridge to attend the Her Invitation Conference at Girton College but decided to make it a little mini retreat at the same time. Arriving at Cambridge station mid-afternoon, I took a cab (around £20) out to the showman’s caravan at a little village called Bourn where the owner, Camilla, and three beautiful dogs were waiting for me with a spectacular jug of flowers and my breakfast for the next day.
The caravan itself dates from the 1920s and it really is a lovely get away. It’s perfect for a romantic weekend for a couple or a day or two on your own to work or just chill. The bed is lovely and soft, with a comfortable area to sit and read your book with a cup of tea, but it’s the bathroom that s the real star of the wagon. The sink with its wrought iron stand is beautiful and the shower roomy and luxurious…and also mirrored. I couldn’t resist a giggle each morning as I grinned at myself mid shampoo.
I visited mid-summer so was able to enjoy breakfast outside. Camilla had provided a delicious loaf of bread, jams and croissants plus cereal one morning, and there was milk, tea and coffee in the cupboards to make your own hot drinks. In bad weather you might find it a little cramped to have to eat inside, but even then, I imagine the lovely countryside would draw you out. Camilla pointed out a walk into the village through fields and past hosts of wildflowers. Once there, there are a couple of restaurants, including one Indian, and a barn with its own van serving coffee and teas, but not a whole lot else. But that’s part of the appeal of the country I guess.
A good book (or Anna Karenina on Audible in my case) is a must. Camilla did mention there were three owls that frequented the trees around the wagon and I got rather excited about hearing them, but on both nights I was zonked out by ten o clock and wouldn’t have heard a horse kicking the door down!
Overall, two nights was a perfect amount of time. I left for my conference refreshed and revitalised, but wondering when I can sneak for a return visit!