Witches Craig Caravan & Camping Park

Let’s talk about a place with a seriously spooky name: Witches Craig Caravan & Camping Park. Sounds like a horror movie set, right? Well, brace yourself – it’s actually a lovely spot in the Scottish Borders, near Stirling.

The name alone makes it a winner. You can tell your friends you’re “camping at Witches Craig” just to see their faces. It’s the perfect icebreaker at parties.

Why the weird name?

Local legend says a coven of witches once gathered on this very hill. They were supposedly chased off by a local farmer. Now, the only spells you’ll find are the magical views of the Wallace Monument.

Honestly, the scariest thing here is how quiet it gets at night. That, and maybe the price of a bag of coal for your fire pit. No broomsticks required.

What’s actually there?

It’s a small, family-run park. Think friendly sheep in nearby fields, not flying monkeys. The pitches are grassy, and the facilities are clean.

The best bit? The sunset from the upper pitches. It paints the Ochil Hills in pink and gold. Even a real witch would pause her potion-making for that view.

You can pitch a tent or park your campervan. They even have a few glamping pods if you’re too fancy for canvas. No cauldron, but you get a little heater.

Quirky details you’ll love

The park sits right next to a working farm. That means you might wake up to the sound of a rooster – not a cackle. It’s gloriously undramatic.

There’s a tiny shop on site. It sells milk, eggs, and emergency bacon. It does not sell eye of newt or toe of frog. Disappointing, I know.

Also, the local pub is called The Victoria. It’s a 20-minute walk. They serve excellent fish and chips. Perfect for refueling after a “spell”-binding hike.

The real magic

Witches Craig is the perfect base for exploring Stirling Castle. Or the Wallace Monument. Or the creepy, cobwebbed caves nearby – if you’re brave. Beware: the path to the caves is steep. Wear good shoes, not magic slippers.

Witches Craig Caravan Park | Alan Rogers

Kids love the witch angle. They’ll spend hours searching for broomstick tracks. You can even invent a “Witches’ Treasure Hunt” – hide some chocolate coins and call them “goblins’ gold.”

Pro tip: bring a good book about Scottish folklore. Read it by the campfire. It will feel ten times creepier – and ten times cooler. Don’t forget marshmallows for toasting.

Should you go?

Yes, if you enjoy: great views, friendly people, and a campfire story that writes itself. No, if you take names too seriously and fear a curse.

But here’s a funny detail: the park owners are called the Witches (no, not really – that’s a joke). They’re actually lovely folks named something normal, like Alison and Steve.

The campground doesn’t even have a witch-themed play area. It’s just a swing set and a slide. Boring. But the kids won’t care – they’re too busy imagining hexes on their siblings.

Final spell for you

Witches Craig is a reminder that names are just names. The best adventures often hide behind the weirdest labels. Don’t let a spooky moniker spook you away.

Pack your tent, your sense of humor, and maybe a pointy hat. Go find out if the ghosts are friendly. Plot twist: they’re not ghosts, just cows chewing grass.

Go. Laugh. Camp. And if you hear a cackle in the dark – it’s probably just a Scottish fox. Or your mate telling a bad joke. Either way, it’s magic.