But back to that Wednesday. We left in the morning, bound for our yurt in the Herefordshire countryside, just on the border to Wales in the Brecon Beacons. We actually stopped in Bath for lunch to fill up on fishfinger sandwiches from Bill's and pick up some Lush treats and some supplies. We were driving through wind and heavy rain for much of the journey but as we wound through the country lanes, climbing up into hills to reach the farm where the yurt is based, the sunlight began streaming through the trees, and rain gave way to blue skies.
We let ourselves in and found that the interior was just as stunning. A wooden kitchen complete with panoramic window with those wonderful views (certainly made washing up more enjoyable!)
Of course, the yurt itself was the piece de resistance. The family who own the yurts (there is another onsite) actually completed the majority of the handicraft themselves from ash and sweet chestnut trees on their land. I haven't included a photo but at the top of the yurt was a clear piece of sheeting bound with more wood and interlocking branches that the daughter designed. It means you can lie in bed at night and stare up at the stars, which is quite an experience (it can also be opened in the summer).
You can see from the photographs just how wonderful the yurt was. An incredibly comfy bed with sheepskin blanket and bamboo bedlinen, a wood burner and a huge copper bath. The yurt has solar electricity (the family are very focussed on making it an eco-friendly place to stay).