Rosebud Meadow, Off Marlbank Road, Welland, Near Malvern, Worcestershire WR13 6NB
As well as the eponymous roses flowering around the colourful borders at Rosebud Meadow, buttercups and dandelions are sprinkled amid the grass like yellow sun-spots and cow parsley leans its way through the fence that backs the field. The hedges, thick and green during summer, shield the camping area from a couple of nearby buildings behind, while, to the front the landscape is left open to reveal wonderful views. Flat pastures, grazed by horses run to the foot of the Malvern Hills, which rise in a ridge less than a mile away. The hills' presence is a constant invite to go exploring. The footpaths and bridleways here are excellent.
On the edge of Welland village, home to a white-washed, low-beamed pub – The Marlbank Inn – a playground, park and post office, Rosebud Meadow can boast a traditional camping location with easy access to the best of the Malvern Hills. The site itself, however, allows you to forgo the trials and tribulations of putting up your tent and bending all your tent pegs in favour of a more modern glamping option. Four pods, fully insulated and kitted out with the likes of fridges and televisions, overlook simple outside furnishings – there are picnic tables, a communal campfire pit and a BBQ for each pod.
You can bring your horse to the campsite (grazing and stables are available) but it's the on-site animals that are often the biggest hit with children. Cute pygmy goats playfully bound around in the adjacent paddock and they also have rare breed Falabella miniature ponies, even the very biggest of which is only 30 inches tall. They're too small to take riding in the nearby hills, so, if you haven't brought your own horse, you'll have to take off by foot. Climb the Herefordshire Beacon (2½ miles away) and enjoy 360-degree views of this Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. The drift back down the slope to 'Sally's Place' for a rehydrating cuppa and a slice of home-made cake. "A taste of the hills", as the café itself proclaims. And what tasty hills they are.