This valentines day I felt very lucky to be whisked away on a romantic getaway. After a mad rush to get ready in time, pack an over night bag and both bunged up with the flu, Chris and I set off on our mini adventure to the Brecon Beacons.
We stopped off at ‘The Bridge Inn’ for a lovely steak dinner which I thought was a halfway house before we continued to where we were staying. Little did I know that there was a surprise waiting for me in a field outside.
Chris pretended that he needed to get phone signal again and explained that a member of staff had previously shown him where to go. He handed me a torch that she had lent to him. Surprisingly, I hadn’t wondered why there was a large key attached to the keyring.
We trudged through a muddy field, into the trees where it was both raining and dark, all the while I was following this little torch light. “Did she really take you all the way out here to show you where to get signal?” I asked in amazement at her efforts…
As we got closer, I smelt firewood burning and it became apparent that my wish had come true. In front of us a huge yurt sat proudly mounted on a wooden viewing structure hidden in the trees. I have no idea what made Chris chose to book a yurt, but funnily enough, I had actually had a premonition about it earlier that day.
My heart was pounding and adrenaline was running through me, I was in shock and amazement at how lucky I was.
We unlocked the small wooden door and stepped inside.
The wall was lined with fairy lights and lanterns with candles, a chandelier hung from the impressive skylight, there was a futon covered in navajo print blankets and cushions and the log burner crackled as it heated the yurt. A beautiful bed was draped in a mosquito net giving it a four-poster effect which later we would find out was extremely comfortable, cosy and warm!
The whole yurt was decorated in theme – it even contained ‘The woodfire handbook’ and a pair of binoculars.
We sat on the futon by the fire drinking Kraken and telling stories until finally we passed out on the very comfortable bed.
Morning crept in through the skylight and our illness was significantly worse; we looked pretty rough and we could barely move to get up for our ‘included breakfast.’
Somehow, we mustered the energy to make it out of bed and amble over to the farmhouse discovering just how beautiful the setting was – surrounded by nature, birds, sheep and a stream. We were very late for breakfast, but Glyn (the owner of the beautiful set-up) was very friendly and insisted on cooking us a full-english breakfast at his family home BNB.
After finding out that Glynn and Chris had a number of mutual friends and feeling sorry for us, he let us go back to bed and stay well past the ‘check-out time.’
We very slowly accepted that we would have to leave this little paradise and return to reality at some point and finally made it back on the road at 4pm.
Although we were too unwell to go walking the next day, there are some lovely walks in the Black Mountains area, the main attraction is climbing ‘Pen Y Fan.’ We have climbed it before and have friends that go camping trips there, which I would highly recommend.
At this time of year there is snow on the peaks and the scenery is just incredible.
Below: Glyn & his wife Gisela celebrating with their new yurt!