By the pool, a gaggle of girls admired their friend’s new $4,000 boobs, while a crazy tattooed chick showed pictures of her three-legged chihuahua.
Champagne on arrival, massive balcony, a hot tub behind your bed and, for a little extra, a swimming pool on your roof...
If caravanning is camping-lite, then staying in a two-bedroom, top-of-the-range static model, complete with luxury bathroom and wooden decking, must be in a different league altogether.
It’s big, meaty, extravagant and flashy. Guilt and moderation have no place here – excess is its middle name and waste is its first. And that’s just the buffets.
As the sun set over the gothic spires of Bath Abbey, flooding them in golden light, I bobbed about in the rooftop pool and watched the cool air form a mist on the surface.