We’ve just come back from our 4th visit to Meadow Falls for the 1940s weekend, and let me tell you — this place is so good, even the local wildlife refuses to leave (more on that in a sec).
First off, the toilets? I’ve seen less sparkle in a chandelier showroom. You could eat your dinner off the floors... not that you should, but you could. Absolute 5-star sparkle rating.

Now, the weather was proper British — sideways rain, mist, and a dash of soggy sock — but the pitches held up like champions. Drained better than my bank account after a trip to the Ingleton bars. No mud baths here, just solid, dry-ish ground underfoot. Posh camping without the ponce.

Oh, and the campfires – yes please! Nothing better than burning stuff legally. Grab a BBQ meat pack (yes, they’ve got those too – legends), get your sausages sizzling, and pretend you’re Bear Grylls but with better snacks and less danger.

And now, the most wholesome moment of the weekend: the owners showed up early-early (like "is this even legal?" early) to rescue a poor little thrush trapped in the gas cage. They saved it and sent it on its way – possibly singing a grateful tune. Who does that? Meadow Falls does.
The views? Unreal. Like camping in a postcard. And just a 5-minute stroll into Ingleton where you’ll find brilliant little shops, bars, and restaurants that will happily take your money in exchange for joy.
We’ve been here four times now and still feel like we’ve not had enough. Book us in for the next decade – we’re coming back forever.

Highly recommend. Just go. Maybe bring a tiny umbrella for the thrush.