Malpas is tiny. The center has a pub, a church, and a post office that doubles as a gossip hub. Walk to the pub. It’s called The Old Hall. They serve proper ales. The pheasant will not join you. He has standards.
You are five minutes from the Welsh border. Drive ten minutes. You are in the middle of Chirk Castle. Fifteen minutes? You’re at the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct. That’s a giant water bridge you can walk across. It’s dizzying. It’s beautiful. It’s insane that people built it in 1805.
Or just stay at the park. Bring a book. Watch the pheasant. He has a dramatic walk. He’ll circle your caravan for hours. You will name him. You’ll call him Derek. Derek the Happy Pheasant.
The Quirky Vibe
This is not a “luxury” site. There are no infinity pools. There is no yoga. There is a paint-peeling picnic bench that wobbles. That bench has seen more family arguments than a therapist. It’s hilarious.
Last summer, a man set up a full drum kit near his tent. He played at 10 PM. Locals cheered. That’s the energy. It’s chaos. It’s cozy. It’s exactly what a holiday should feel like when you want to escape your own sofa.
The Happy Pheasant Caravan Park and Campsite, Malpas, Cheshire
Kids love it. They chase the pheasant. The pheasant chases them back. It’s a standoff. The pheasant always wins.
