Dornafield Caravan And Motorhome Club Campsite

So, you’ve heard the whispers about Dornafield Caravan and Motorhome Club Campsite? Or maybe you just spotted it on a map and thought, “That sounds like a hobbit village.” Honestly? It kind of feels like one—but with better plumbing and no wizards. Let me tell you, this place is a hidden gem, and I’m about to spill all the tea.

First off, Dornafield sits in Devon, right between Dartmoor and the sea. Yes, you can have your cake and eat it too. One day you’re hiking on that moody moor, the next you’re building sandcastles at Babbacombe Beach. Talk about a win-win, right?

The site itself? Immaculate. I mean, I’ve stayed at campsites where the grass was more brown than green. Not here. This place is manicured like it’s about to star in a gardening magazine. Gravel pitches, lush hedges, and flowers everywhere—like a retirement village for campers, but fun.

Now, let’s talk about the facilities. Oh boy. The showers? They’re hot. Like, actually hot—not the lukewarm trickle you get at some places. And they’re spotless. I half expected a butler to hand me a towel. The toilet blocks are heated, too. Fancy, right? You’ll feel like a king after a wash.

But here’s the kicker: the walks. There’s a woodland trail right on site. It’s short, but it winds through ancient trees and ferns. You’ll hear birds singing, squirrels arguing, and—if you’re lucky—a distant cow mooing like it’s got opinions. Perfect for burning off that second sausage roll.

Speaking of food, the local pub is a short stagger away. The Nobody Inn—I kid you not, that’s its name. It’s got roaring fires, real ale, and a menu that makes you want to move in. Try the steak and ale pie. You’ll thank me later. Or blame me when you need a nap.

So, who is Dornafield for?

Everyone, honestly. Families? The kids will love the play area and the adjacent field for football. Couples? Grab a bottle of wine and watch the sunset over the hills—no kids screaming, just peace. Solo campers? You’ll find a quiet corner to read, or chat with friendly staff. They’re so nice, they’ll probably offer you a biscuit.

But dog owners, listen up. This place is basically a canine paradise. There’s a dedicated dog walk, poo bags everywhere, and a field for off-leash zoomies. Your pup will have more fun than you. And that’s saying something.

I have to mention the eccentric little touches. There’s a honesty shop selling eggs and local jam. A boot scraper at every pitch—because Devon mud is real. And the reception sells these amazing fudge slices. Dangerous. I bought three. No regrets.

Any downsides? (Yes, I’m being honest)

Okay, fine. It’s not a massive site. If you love sprawling, anonymous parks with arcades and discos, this isn’t it. Dornafield is cosy. Intimate. You’ll wave to your neighbours. You’ll learn their dog’s name. Some might call that annoying. I call it charming.

Also, the Wi-Fi is a bit sketchy in some spots. But honestly? Good. Step away from Instagram. Look at a tree. Breathe. The world will survive without you liking that cat video for an hour.

Another thing: you’ll need a car. The nearest town, Newton Abbot, is a ten-minute drive. It’s got a big Tesco, a few cafes, and a train station. But if you want everything on foot, maybe reconsider. Or just rent a bicycle and pretend you’re in a Monty Python sketch.

Now, let’s talk pitches. You get hardstanding or grass, both with electric hook-up. The hardstanding is level—thank goodness—so no “oops, my caravan is now a seesaw” moments. And the site is quiet after 10 PM. Bliss. No rowdy groups yelling at 3 AM. Just the occasional owl having a hoot.

One pro tip: book early. This place is popular. I tried to snag a spot in August and got the last one. The staff are lovely, but they’re not miracle workers. Plan ahead. Seriously.

Is Dornafield perfect? Not quite. But it’s pretty darn close. You get nature, comfort, and a sense of “I’m actually relaxing” instead of “I’m just stressed in a field.” The Club site standards are high, and this one meets every one of them—then winks at you.

So, next time you’re fiddling with your sat-nav, wondering where to park your motorhome or pitch your caravan, remember Dornafield. Do it. Your inner travel snob will thank you. And if you don’t like it? Well, you can always blame me over coffee. I’ll take that bet.