Forget the muddy, uneven rectangle I was used to. Daleacres pitches are massive—we’re talking proper, spacious hardstanding slabs. There was so much room I accidentally did a little happy dance without knocking over the awning. And they’re all fully serviced, meaning you get your own water tap and waste drain right there. No more shuffling to a communal tap in your slippers like some medieval peasant.
I felt like royalty. Or at least like a very smug version of my former tent-dwelling self. The electric hook-up was so close I didn’t need an extension cable the length of a football pitch. Honestly, it’s the little things that matter.
