Pulling into the site, you’re greeted by a large, open field that feels like a quilt your gran knitted. The grass is thick, well-kept, and surprisingly forgiving on tent pegs. You’ll notice the wind immediately—Dunbar is a coastal town, after all.
Side note: Bring a sturdy windbreak. I learned that the hard way when my camping chair took a solo flight toward the North Sea. But honestly, that breeze is what keeps the midges away—a trade-off I’ll take every time.
The pitches are generous, with plenty of space between you and your neighbours. You won’t be elbowing someone’s awning just to make toast in the morning.
What makes the facilities actually decent
Look, I’ve been to sites where the shower block smelled like a wet sock left in a gym locker. Not here. The washrooms are spotless, heated, and have proper water pressure. Hot water that lasts? Yes, it exists.
There’s a small shop on site for basics—milk, bread, and emergency chocolate. The staff are the kind of people who remember your face after one check-in. They’ll point you to the best fish and chips in town without a second thought.
You get a chemical disposal point, laundry, and even an electric hook-up if you’re that way inclined. It’s all very civilized for a stretch of grass near the sea.
Dunbar Camping and Caravanning Club Site, Dunbar
