This weekend I treated myself to something of a digital detox.

My man and I drove out to the countryside for a couple of nights, stopping at a pub along the way.

I did say digital detox, after all. Not a diet detox.

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More or less on the way to our eventual destination, we stopped of in Winchester.

The Chesil Rectory, to be exact.

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A snug, old pub with a crackling fire and cracking food.

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I started with a pile of crab (mostly hidden beneath the tower of carrots) and he had a beetroot tart.

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Followed by the most excellent wood pigeon with truffle risotto & cavolo nero.

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Apple crumble & custard.

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And a raspberry frangipane tart.

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An exceptionally good start to a rather drizzly weekend!

Fuelled up, we drove the rest of the way to our new home.

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A little tin shepherds hut, nestled in a meadow, in the middle of the woods. The Wriggly Tin.

If camping feels a little too much like hard work, allow me to introduce you to “Glamping“.

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A little kitchen, complete with wood fired stove.

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A dining room.

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Feather bed with crisp cotton sheets.

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And room for a little’un!

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With no electricity, wifi or phone reception, we set to and collected wood for the fire.

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Exceptionally excited, despite the persistent drizzling rain!

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Huge grey scarf (so soft and a bit of a bargain!) // Soft grey jumper

Skinny jeans // Black wellies (I had ordered these beauties, but they didn’t arrive in time.)

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Having lit the stove, I got to work laying the campfire.

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Thankfully the drizzle stopped for a while, but the wood was still pretty damp.

Mr Custard was a tremendous help.

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But we got it started in the end!

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Popped the kettle on.

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And set about unpacking.

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Stowed away all of our belongings.

Incase you’re as enamoured with all things blue as I am, you can find my weekend bag here!

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Finally we sat down for a nice cup of tea, and listened to the rain hammer down on the tin roof.

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The second it stopped again, we were out there ready to snuggle up beside the fire.

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And there was no way Custard was missing out on that action!

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We stayed out until the sun set, turning the meadow the most beautiful shade of violet.

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And then burning gold.

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I heated up a stew I’d brought along (steak and guinness if you’re curious)(in a rather fitting pink le creuset), we lit the lanterns and the candles.

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And settled in for the cosiest night I can remember.

Stove roaring away, chimney puffing, a bottle of wine, our books and more than a few marshmallows each.

I have to say, I could really get used to life without technology.

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