For three nights we were our own medieval encampment.. knocking back healthy amounts of wine under a leafy green canopy, with the smell of wood smoke drifting through the trees. We cooked and ate on rough wooden benches, sat and put the world to rights around a fire pit and then nestled in the warm cocoon of the yurt when there was nothing left but embers.
There was no electricity, no wifi and no noise save some raucous birds and a distant hoot of a train. It was all a little magical and dreamy. And then we tried to come home. If I were to do it again then I wouldn’t chose something on the other side of the M25.
www.canopyandstars.co.uk. We stayed in Rossetti. Beautiful and perfectly kitted out but dire directions and some draconian arrival rules.