I have, in sunny suffolk, space in the clearing for probably a dozen tents, strange pig noises late at night, insecure bike parking, jogging RAF men very early in the mornings, a dirty house full of cake, lots of children (or their crap) and 2 rubbish pubs a quick flat ride away.
Parents however do a fine line in b&b or pitches for many tents just off NCN68 on the edge of the Northumberland National Park. Long walk to the pub from theirs, but a view of Cheviot, and woken by hens.