The canal glides past the hedge line, slow and glassy, with narrowboats puttering by and moorhens fussing in the reeds.
Canal Bank Farm takes tents, campervans and caravans, so you'll find a mix of folk here — families unrolling awnings, couples with roof tents, maybe a solo camper reading in a deckchair. It's proper countryside camping, the kind where you're on working farmland with hedgerows and footpaths threading off toward the water. Check the campfire policy when you arrive — sometimes they're fine, sometimes not, depending on the season and conditions.
Facilities aren't listed in detail, so it's worth ringing ahead to confirm what's onsite — this feels like a simpler, no-frills sort of spot. If you're an angler, Grey Mist Mere is close enough for an early session, and the canal itself draws plenty of patient souls with keepnets and flasks. Expect a quiet, rural pitch with that particular peacefulness that comes from sleeping within earshot of moving water.