POV: You thought you were booking a peaceful wild camp… and ended up in Weston-super-Mare.
Where the “sea breeze” hits different (mainly smells like chips and poor decisions),
and the wildlife? Mostly seagulls with a personal vendetta.
Pitch your tent… if the wind doesn’t claim it first.
Wake up to stunning views… of a bloke in a vest arguing with a parking meter.
Luxury.
But somehow… it still slaps.
Because nothing says Camping With Intent like:
• Surviving the elements (and the locals)
• Cooking beans in 40mph winds
• Questioning every life choice… but vibing anyway
Would I recommend it?
Absolutely.
Would I recover?
Debatable.
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