Driving through the New Forest, the colours in the leaves are starting to change from green to rust, deep winter sunshine and burnt orange. Horses wander, without a care down the middle of the road, stopping at car windows to sniff strangers tentatively.
We pull up to our Tree House suite at Chewton Glen, up a long twisting driveway and away from the main house, each are named after trees and we’re staying in Ceder. It’s beautiful. A definite tardis that blends into the landscape from the front, but filled with luxury touches. A true home away from home in the tranquility of the forest, overlooking treetops and wilderness. A fully stocked mini-kitchen keeps hunger at bay, while a bottle of champagne and cakes greeted and the hot tub beckoned.
The beautiful Tree House Suite has two bedrooms; the main one leads out on the private decking and into the en-suite bathroom that literally looks like a spa. The second bedroom is up a book case stairway, with a separate loo, perfect if you have two kids and it even comes complete with an X Box (which I obviously didn’t tell Ben about).
A huge comfy sofa sat next to a beautiful log burner looking out onto the decking and beyond, the wilderness. We had an afternoon in the tree house drinking champagne and watching the fire crackle against the dry logs.
Supper was an informal evening at The Kitchen. A delicious meal of comfort food over candle light.
Confit Duck and Candied Pecan salad, Green Pea Gnocchi (so good!), beef burger and steak.
The unbelievable fluffy chips were the star of the show, but the steak came in hot on their heels. The meal set us up for the perfect sleep in our cosy bed, until the hamper was delivered in the morning.
A humungous cool box filled to the brim with breads, pastries, yoghurt, cold meats and fruit. We demolished it all in bed with steaming cups of tea and coffee watching the news.
After breakfast we got ready and relaxed together, reading books and catching up on work in front of the fire.
When check out came, we bundled everything into the car, stuck on our wellie boots and did the beautiful hotel recommended walk down to the beach. Babbling brooks and moss lined pathways led us down to a wild pebbled beach where Pepi decided we’d had enough of the crazy weather and it was time to head back.
We had a little walk around the grounds when we got back and said our goodbyes to the lovely staff then hit the road.
Just a short drive from the hotel are the beautiful plains of the New Forest. Sprawling red heathland was being grazed on by beautiful horses that ran wildly across the land.
We stopped for a pub supper in Lyndhurst at The Fox and Hounds. We ordered the ultimate comfort food which we ate in the dimming light of the evening.
Driving back to London, a brilliant pink sunset lit up our rear view mirrors. The perfect ending to a gorgeous stay.