It seems that February was the month for weekends away…
If you read my diary on Tregulland, you’ll know there’s nothing more I love than a staycation. February is also the month I turned 27 (10th Feb, if you’re wondering 😉 ) and, as you’ll know I love to hangout with my little ‘gang’ of pals – so we decided the perfect way to celebrate a birthday, and see out the month of February was a weekend away.
We found Windmill Retreat through Air B n B – It had all the essentials, hot tub, woodburner and of course – a flat screen TV (don’t judge me, it’s six nations 😉 ).
We had an EPIC journey, and as nice as it would be to tell you the whole weekend was rosy from start to finish that would be a HUGE porkie pie 😉 … On Friday,where we passed Stonehnege and subsequently broke down at the side of the rode for five hours. One 10mph journey for 13 miles, and one courtesy car later… And we were back on our way! Luckily, the A303 is actually not too bad a place to get stuck…
Anyway, we FINALLY got there, a little later than planned on Friday night, and when we did, our number 1 priority was unloading the six bottles of prosecco that my parents, as a super special treat, had delivered to the house – they are so kind and it was such a lovely treat for us all!
We took them down to the hot tub and jumped straight in, laughing about the insane day we’d had, looking up at the stars, with the only decision being who should hop out and get the fire and the canapes started. It was a mad Friday, but, as it turns out, the most frustrating and maddening of journeys can still be a whole tonne of fun, when you’re in the right company!
Once the other’s arrived we all stayed up with a few more drinks, laughing about the ridiculous day we’d all had. We headed to bed, with the promise of a surprise birthday breakfast being cooked for me in the morning…
Jez, my housemate, did not disappoint…
Delicious smoked salmon on toast, with scrambled eggs and caviar from Czech Republic.
We wiled away the afternoon, in the hot tub (well, some of us were more keen than others…!), so a couple headed to the local pub, The George, which I have on good authority, is amazing!
And climbed out and dried off ready to watch six nations…
Cracked out a cheese board (hot tubbing and pubbing is very hard work, I’ll have you know!)
And spent the afternoon relaxing, contentedly, the way that only old friends can in one another’s company.
I can highly recommend staying at Windmill Retreat, Nick, the Air B n B host, was an absolute legend, answering all our questions and even greeting us with cakes and a fridge with milk in for tea. You can find the property on Air B n B here.
*Lead photo in this post is taken from Air B n B, and is not taken by me*