I love the idea of camping. But until this week, had only ever camped two or three nights with my little sunshine family. Here, though, beside the Wolfgangsee in Austria, we set up our fancy glamping tent under an apple tree for ten whole magical days…
From under the shade of the apple tree, we’d emerge each morning in the quiet, lakeside farm campsite and walk directly into crystal water. A swan or duck on the surface, or a shoal of fish in the shallow water would be the only sign of life. Other than the glorious mountains, surrounding the lake.
The farm where we stayed provided fresh cow’s milk, and semmel (little breads) every morning. The girls disappeared directly into the apple tree to eat breakfast while Gregor and I drank coffee.
Days were spent either beside or in the warm lake, rowing across the lake, in one of the lakeside towns, like St Wolfgang or Hallstatt, or walking in the mountains. In the afternoons, Gregor and I took turns running into the surrounding hills.
Our neighbouring campers were mostly locals – people who have a permanent camp set up, and have travelled to the lake most weekends of the summer for years.
There are many big resort-like campsites across Europe. But this is my style. Simple, inexpensive, lakeside, farm camping among friendly people.
What more could you want?