I’m a sucker for a good shower block, and Broomfield Farm delivers. It’s spotless, heated, and the water pressure is strong enough to wash away a week’s worth of stress. There’s even a little dog wash area, which my muddy spaniel, Bertie, considered a five-star spa treatment.
The staff here are the kind of people who remember your name after one check-in. When our awning pole snapped on a windy afternoon, the warden didn’t just shrug; he dug out a spare from the shed and fixed it in ten minutes. It’s that genuine helpfulness that makes you feel like a guest at a friend’s home, not just a customer at a business.
One morning, I left my coffee mug sitting on the picnic table while I went for a walk. When I came back, the cleaning lady had rinsed it out and placed it upside down to dry. That tiny, unsolicited kindness? That’s the magic of this place.
Exploring the neighbourhood without a car
You don’t need to drive everywhere here. The site is a stone’s throw from the Cleveland Way, a footpath that takes you across heather-covered moors and past ancient stone walls. I walked it one morning, and I swear the only sound was the wind and a few distant sheep having a gossip.
BROOMFIELD FARM CARAVAN AND MOTORHOME CLUB CAMPSITE - Campground
If you fancy a proper adventure, the coastal town of Whitby is just a short drive away. You can grab fresh fish and chips, climb the 199 steps to the Abbey, and still be back on your pitch in time for a sunset cuppa. It feels like cheating, having so much drama on your doorstep while your home on wheels waits patiently.
And here’s a tip for the non-campers reading this: the on-site café is a gem. It’s called the Farm Shop and Café, and their bacon butties are the stuff of legend. Even if you don’t own a caravan, you can pop in for a scone and a chat with the locals. It’s that welcoming.
