Some campers sit on folding chairs adjacent to their Bullis and chat. The different stories blur into a mosaic of places, names and dates. They are memories and longings at the same time. Destinations for the next journey. “This festival is more about people than cars,” says Herbie. Be nice, be open. That is the only etiquette here. That doesn’t mean that cult cars don’t play a big role. At night they not only camp here, but also change gearboxes.
And those who pause for a moment and listen also learn that the different generations do not spend their camping holidays side-by-side, but together. A surfer type, scruffy hair, completely relaxed in swimming trunks, explains to a senior, accurate hair, a little stiffer in the camping chair, what luck she has. His hands are stroking over the sparkling bodywork. “Yes, the T2 is the best,” he says. She nods. A normal scene, that’s why they all come here.