You can come to the Lone Wolf campsite and stay on one of its two small ‘normal’ fields if you like. However, if you do you’d definitely be missing out, because it’s the woods that are special here. Crossing a singletrack railway (it’s for freight use only and the line can go weeks without seeing a train), you enter a much wilder world. You can pitch your tent wherever you like among the ancient wood of Welsh oaks and yellow archangels, by what was once a blue pennant stone quarry, but the most popular spots are those along the banks of the rushing River Dulais.
However, about one in five of the people who camp here don’t even bring a tent, preferring to string up a basha or tarp across the trees and sleep beneath it, thus getting as close to nature as it is possible to be, short of simply lying down in a bush and having birds make a nest in your hair. Building open fires and engaging in activities that have a back-to-nature feel to them are actively encouraged.
Ian, the very friendly owner of the site, is a self-confessed ‘recycling enthusiast’, so many of the materials that have gone into the buildings that house the facilities first saw life elsewhere, which lends an esoteric pick ‘n’ mix feel to the place. Meanwhile, the loos, showers and kitchen are all just a short walk out of woods, making it a perfect place to hone your wild camping skills, while having a few home comforts close to hand.
