Camping at the old school in the middle of nowhere

Our 4,000-square-meter, green, tree-lined property is located in a very small rural village.

We share the Old School, built in 1879, with two other families. At least one tree dates back to that time. Before the school stood here, there was a church where our camping meadow—covered in meadow grass and featuring a large fire pit—is now, past the old half-timbered barn; our four sheep graze around it, fenced in. And whether you’re religious or not, churches were built on special spots of land, and you can really feel that.

Across the way is our “mini-forest,” from where you can watch the sunset over the adjacent paddock of the neighboring horse farm.

We have a toilet with a sink in the barn, as well as an outdoor sink, which you’re all welcome to use. We’re campers ourselves and have an old VW LT.

If you don’t want to get your wheels dirty, you shouldn’t drive across a meadow, but if you simply want to enjoy silence—or rather, not silence, but real sounds— blades of grass in the wind, sparrows, owls, the crunch of branches as you swing in a hammock—then you’ve come to the right place.

The clearance isn’t infinite: everything from a VW Bus to a large Sprinter can fit past the stable. If in doubt, just ask.