This is the sort of campsite Britons hold in their collective memory: a simple open field bounded by a drystone wall, with a loo in a lean-to by the farmhouse, and drinking water sourced from a tap coming out of a wall. A footpath goes right through the site, leading walkers off towards Slaidburn one way and Newton the other. Kestrels command the skies above this 80-acre dairy farm, while tawny owls provide an aural backdrop at night. As for the view: bring along some extra superlatives because you’ll be needing them. Even though Crawshaw Farm is 200 metres above sea level, whichever direction you look in you’re greeted with stonking Lancastrian hills rising far above it. Just a few miles away, or half an hour’s walk via footpaths and a minor road, lies the small village of Slaidburn. A film-location spotter’s dream, its stone houses and shuttered windows could easily stand in as a medieval French hamlet, so don’t be too surprised if you bump into Audrey Tautou walking down the main street wearing a wimple. Trivia-baggers will be excited to learn that the nearby village of Dunsop Bridge boasts a telephone box situated supposedly at the dead centre of Great Britain. Installed in 1992 as British Telecom’s 100,000th payphone (ah, happy days), it was opened by Sir Ranulph Fiennes. Of course. And please note that this is another campsite for which avid GPSers should take the postcode with a pinch of salt (it will take you off to Brunghill Farm, a mile up the road).