The "camp" consists of two tents, separated by the shared "kitchen" and scarcely visible/audible to each other. It is in woodland in the grounds of an enormous estate which has been in the hands of the same family for several hundred years. The house is a Victorian pile which they have now divided up into holiday accommodation for groups of various sizes (also available for functions). Don't wince. Although I didn't inspect these premises, some were already self-contained (upper and lower servants' quarters, for example) and I am certain the rest have been very stylishly handled, too. All over the place there were bits and bobs completely I keeping with the house because they clearly were part of the family's history/life story. It reminded me of the Art Deco hotel in a way, clearly privately owned because a corporate owner would have skimped somewhere to improve the bottom line, while private owners are able to see that improving the visitor experience with authenticity is a better investment. That being said the family owners have several generations' worth of quirky family knick-knacks to exploit for character.
It was in the magnificent walled garden of this pile that the concert I played in was held. Google Cambo Estate for more info. I wouldn't be surprised if the same family also own the adjoining golf links and newly opened distillery. They also manage a farm (potatoes, cattle).
I picked the glamping because it was the nearest affordable accommodation. St Andrews (nearest town) is the home of golf which is a rich man's sport and the accommodation over that way is a little pricey accordingly.
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