Woodville ferry reserve

Talk about wind… and I mean hold-onto-your-awning, is-the-van-going-to-take-off kind of wind. Some of you will know exactly where I’m talking about. For those who don’t—Woodville Ferry Reserve.
You can stay up to five nights at this spot, and that was the plan. It’s got rubbish bins, three long drop toilets, and on arrival it feels peaceful and pretty… don’t let it fool you.
We lasted three nights. That was us tapping out.
Every night, the wind would roll in like it had a personal vendetta against caravans, and then hang around most of the next day just to make sure we hadn’t forgotten about it. Proper gale-force, gusty, rattling-everything kind of wind.
So yes—nice spot… but it’s firmly on our “once is enough” list.
On the plus side, being so close to town, our net speed was sitting happily on 5G—so at least we could Google “how much wind can a caravan actually handle” in record time.
Maggie braved one very windy walk in the sunshine, gave it a solid go, and then promptly decided she was not about that life. After that, it was a couple of short outings… chauffeured in Mum’s arms like the queen she is.Read more