First impressions of the site were not totally brilliant, as we drove round and round trying to find a level(ish) looking plot with a bit of space. Each plot is smaller than we've found at most other CC sites, apart from the occasional few on corners. We pitched our motorhome up at the top of the site, near the entrance road since the wardens had told us that was where to go for a peaceful and quiet stay. Apart from the nearby road traffic, it was quite peaceful - and after several more walks round the site, we eventually managed to get our bearings a little. Fortunately, we'd printed a site plan at home, because we can never make sense of those the wardens provide, after they've scribbled all over them with hi-lighter. We found the site plan a little helpful, but it would be better if it had the plots marked out and numbered instead of being a detailed record of every single tree (hundreds of them) on the site. There must be a reason for drawing the trees and for scribbling all over them with a hi-lighter, to usual CC standards, but it escapes me. Pitched up, and a walk along the water's edge to the farm (or Coniston Hall to give it its proper name) provided some interesting views and photographs, especially of the hall itself, with its very tall and unusual chimneys. Then up to the road and back along the footpath that runs through the field, avoiding the busy and dangerous road, straight into the camp site. Perhaps the wardens could tell people about this instead of concentrating on hi-lighter use, or as well as, if the hi-lighting is a CC essential. Walking into Coniston took about 30 minutes (it's about a mile, for those who don't measure distance in minutes). Nice and quaint place, very picturesque buildings, but it's disappointing that nothing seems to have happened there apart from Ruskin and Campbell making their tremendous impressions on the world, or if anything else has happened, nobody is prepared to let you in on it. Nice coffee shops, shame about the 'touristy shops' which sell nothing to do with the local area, apart from said pair of gentlemen. Would we visit again? Prefer Kendal, but don't tell anyone.