Next up was Highfield Farm Touring Park, in the village of Comberton just south west of Cambridge – which is, as many will know – our old home town. So we weren't here to sight see but to spend some time with Trev’s Mum – the much mentioned HRH – and do some of the chores she had so kindly left for us. She is nearly 91 now and riddled with arthritis and worn out joints although the one that doesn't seemed to have suffered from over work during the years is the jaw….
It was a straightforward run up from Henlow – and one of the shortest we’ve even done with the caravan at just 33 miles. The site was on the edge of the village and easy to find thanks to the brown tourist signs and the fact that we’d been here before.
Visiting sites twice is something we tend not to do – simply because there are so many to explore. There are exceptions of course – Crystal Palace Caravan Club site in London is one, being a straightforward run up from the south coast. How much longer it will be there though is not known. Plans to reconstruct a new ‘Crystal Palace’ by a Chinese business man will mean closure of the site but in the current economic climate, who knows?
Our regular visit’s to Cambridge – to see HRH – mean we’ve have stayed at many of the local sites already – one’s that our local to both her Ladyship and fit in with any onward plans we may have. The Caravan Club site in Cherry Hinton has been a frequent recipient of our custom but this time we decided to return to Highfield Farm after a couple of years absence as it’s a nice place to stay.
The site itself is divided into a number of paddocks separated by high hedges which also border most of the site. You can even pitch amongst the trees opposite reception and this area looks particularly lovely.
There is a choice of grass or hard standing pitches and all can be booked with or without electricity. We had one of the hard standings but they were not that big. There was not enough room for a car, caravan & awning and some are considerably smaller.
Each paddock has it’s own facilities block – barring the rally field at the end – and they were immaculate. Plenty of hot water and none of this push button nonsense either. Plenty of water points too.
There really is not much else to tell about our short stop here. Our one ‘research’ outing saw us sampling Greedy Kings’ IPA from about forty miles away in Bury St Edmunds, and the delicious Landlord by Timothy Taylor which clearly hadn’t suffered on it’s journey south from Yorkshire.