Our post-breakfast leg stretch ended up being quite a stretch indeed.
Our feet carried us across the valleys and hills of The South Downs; one of Britain’s best loved walking spots.
It’s easy to see why!
^ See the ridge on the left? That’s a 2,600 year old fort.
Which I fort was pretty cool.
Wrapped in cosy knits and bathed in Autumnal sunshine, we marched ourselves all the way to the pub.
Where we had a truly terrible Sunday roast, with some rather good Yorkshire puds.
A couple of pints of cold cider, beside the fire, with the dog snoozing quietly beside us.
Just as a Sunday pub lunch should be!
And all walked off afterwards.
We walked home again through the quite literally breathtaking countryside.
Marvelling at the Autumn colours, winding roads and golden fields against the pale blue sky.
All the way home to our Shepherd’s Hut, back in the Wriggly Tin meadow amongst the woods.
We lit a fire, popped the kettle on and set up our Sunday sofa.
Custard made sure the fire was well stocked.
And we settled in for a lazy afternoon in the setting sun.
If you’re as much of a knit-wit as I am, you’ll need to check out these homewares!
There are no words for how truly snuggly and sumptuously heavy this chunky knit blanket is!
Feeling a little nibbly, we poured a few corn kernels into a pan and listened to it crackling and popping away beneath the hood.
Drizzled a little of breakfast’s maple syrup into melted butter, ready to be poured over the corn!
Followed by a dusting of salt.
Buttery, salty, sweet and a little smokey all at once.
The ultimate afternoon nibble!
We sat out until the sun set and the moon began to rise over the woods.
Time to wrap up a little warmer!
As the night drew in, I got started on supper.
A huge, pan sized steak.
With One Pan Mac ‘n’ Cheese, made from ingredients I prepped and packed up before we left.
Which was pretty grate!
The Mr laid the table.
I sliced up the steak and drizzled over a little salsa verde (use this recipe, have it with everything, it’ll change your life!)
He popped open a bottle of bubbly.
And we settled down to supper, lit by our lanterns, the dying fire and the rising moon.
When the sun rose the next morning, none of us wanted to go home.
This guy least of all!
I cooked up one final breakfast.
Inside this time, on the stove.
All served with a little leftover salsa!
We piled back into the car and trundled off to London.
I can’t tell you how much I thoroughly loved our trip and digital detox. We’re still walking around in a bit of a happy glow and feeling much, much more zen than usual!
I most heartily recommend a little local escape of your own.
What do you think? Have I convinced you to give Glamping a go? Or is a hotel more your style?