Set in a lovely landscaped area of a Farmers field and boasting a private wet room, with toilet and wash hand basin I think my kids will have to forgive me if I am happy to stay here after years and years of me saying ” Camping? Me? Never! I have had my years of traipsing through the dark to a communal shower/toilet block and feeling very chilly in a tent” but these are more like space ship pods left behind by a “Mothership”. The pods have been found by a Cornish farmer who has spent time and money on setting up this landscaped area and filling the pods with a touch of luxury that is much needed to entice both young and old.
I feel I could do this type of Glamping at the Atlantic Surf Pods. It certainly feels exciting. Not sure Mr Q could put up with my constant silly one liners (“ET Phone home” or “Nanu Nanu” or “Beam me up Scotty”). To be fair as I have been writing this I have been saying them and he has had to have a word with me, insisting I can calm down a bit by pouring him a G and T. Humphhh!