Dunnet Bay Caravan and Motorhome Club Campsite

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The pitches themselves are exactly what you’d expect from a Caravan and Motorhome Club site: tidy, well-maintained, and very, very practical. Grass and hardstanding options are available, and the hookups are solid. But let’s be real—you don’t come here for the electric bollards. You come for the view from your awning.

Pro tip (and I’m saying this directly to you): book a seaside pitch if you can. Waking up to that horizon—where the bay meets the sky in a grey-blue blur—is worth every extra penny. I made the mistake of booking an inland pitch once. Never again. It’s like going to a bakery and ordering a piece of bread. You want the croissant, my friend.

The facilities are spotless, which is a relief after a day of battling the elements. The shower blocks are heated, the toilets are flush (always a win), and there’s a small shop for essentials—though don’t expect a supermarket. You’ll find milk, bread, and maybe a slightly sad-looking sandwich. Plan ahead.

What To Actually Do Here (Besides Stare At Cows)

Look, you can spend your entire trip just walking the beach and staring at the ocean. And I highly recommend that. But if you need a little more structure, here’s the good stuff. Dunnet Head, the northernmost point of mainland Britain, is a ten-minute drive away. The cliffs there are ridiculous—like something out of a movie where a dramatic character stands too close to the edge. Go at sunset, and you’ll feel like you’re in a Viking saga.

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Then there’s the Castle of Mey, the Queen Mother’s old summer pad. It’s about twenty minutes south, and it’s delightfully odd. You can wander the gardens, pet the Highland cows (yes, more of them), and imagine the Queen Mum sipping tea while the wind tried to steal her hat. It's very, very British.

Oh, and if you’re into birdwatching (or just pretending to be for the Instagram captions), this place is a goldmine. Puffins, gannets, skuas—they’re all here, squawking and diving like they own the place. Which, technically, they do.