The Meadow Rests (Well Sort Of!)

Our very first camping season at Rusty Meadow has come to an end and what a ride it has been. From the first tent peg going in to the last marshmallow toasted, it has been an incredible summer of laughter, families, and muddy wellies. We have loved every minute of bringing our little off-grid meadow to life.

Now it is time for a change of guests. The tents are coming down, the signs are being packed away, and we are getting the field ready to welcome our long-time winter residents, the sheep. They will soon be moving in to do what they do best, keep the grass tidy and gossip across the fence about what a great job they will do until spring.

Of course, getting everything packed up is easier said than done. The British weather clearly did not get the memo that we would like to stay dry. Between gusty winds, soggy ropes, and the occasional moment of “why does it always rain the day we take the tent down?”, it has been a proper muddy adventure.

Still, there is something lovely about this part of the year. The meadow slows down, the air feels different, and we finally get a moment to look around and think, we actually did it.

So while the sheep move in and the field catches its breath, we will be dreaming, planning, and getting ready to do it all again next summer. Bigger, better, and still just as full of heart.

If you spot us trudging through the mud with a grin on our faces, know that we are already missing the buzz of campers and quietly plotting what fun we can bring to Rusty Meadow next year.