Why wasn’t I allowed to sleep in a rotting wooden shack balanced 10ft from the ground and held together with rusty nails, I used to be allowed to sleep in a tent in the garden?
I can’t figure it out.
This weekend I had the opportunity to create a childhood fantasy come true and remain in a tree house that is real! Happily, it was a lot more protected, comfortable and even luxury. Yes, it was said by me. I remained in a luxury tree houses that had a bit of luxury!
We seldom argue about guidance although I do not know if this makes us a modern couple or a stupid couple, we merely yell at the satnav as though we can be heard by the posh lady inside it.
But it turned out she knew just where she was going and of driving through the Welsh lanes, after an hour we arrived at our tree house.
We were met by someone who walked us through a pitch-black field. By torchlight we’re able to see just the reflective eyes of sheep as we carefully negotiated the slick ground.
After through the field we made it to the woods and over a couple of bridges and through rickety gates. Peter pointed to some place in the space where we’re able to see a glowing fire and little else.
“Your tree house is up there. I have lit the fire and you’ve got a lot of wood. There’s a compostable toilet outside as well as an hour to warm the water that is hot is taken by the fire. Check out is at 11am. And it’s a tree house, it will rock in the wind. Don’t call me at 2am if your tree house is rocking.”
And then he was gone.
And we were alone in the woods using a tree house.
We came to some spiral stairway around a tree and climbed up a steep incline. It was hard to determine what everything was in the dark but after we’d scaled it we came to your wood and chain – link bridge and then our treehouses.
The door slipped open and was welcomed by a warm blast of air escaping from inside. The log burner was roaring and also the tree house was flickering using the light from miniature tea lights.
Everything was given a charming atmosphere as the clouds hung around our feet by being this high up. All it is possible to hear up here is the relaxing shush of the streams below and the chatting of birds in the trees.
Sam got the fire roaring while I hid underneath the duvet. In no time at all it was warm and toasty and we had hot water for a shower that is long and steamy.
The shower is below the tree house and there’s a water tank heated by the stove.
After lots of cups of tea and bacon sandwiches we walked to where our car was parked and set out to begin to see the shore.
You will find loads of walking trails around the tree house and places to visit nearby but, despite the dismal weather, we really fancied a trip to the beach.
We made our way to a location, a beachfront hamlet that was beautiful along with Aberporth when he was a child, Sam used to see for vacations. We also stopped along the way in Aberaeron and Aberystwyth.
There’s no electricity in the tree houses and it is unlikely you will get phone sign so it’s the best possibility to switch off from the whole world. When it got too cold and dark we read inside or from the light of the fire.
This place is just over one hour from our house but we felt a million miles from your home.
You feel just like the sole men and women on earth although you will find five other tree houses.