Summer in Devon stretches time. More hours in the day, more opportunity to spend them how you choose. The rushes and noise of everyday life slips away, replaced by time to recharge, regenerate and reconnect.
Summer stays at Fowlescombe are about easing into a daily rhythm that comes naturally when hidden away in a Devon valley. Calmer, slower and with an air of nostalgia that comes with doing things the way they have been done for a long time. Honest, down to earth, and innately comforting in a way we’re all craving in lives busier than ever, yet wrapped in an experience that is completely uncompromising.
A summer well spent
Take time to reconnect to food; both how it all starts with the soil and how it arrives on plates. To do things you wouldn’t ordinarily find time for: helping the chefs bake bread for dinner and remembering how good it is for the soul to have flour between your fingers; learning to compost after years of meaning to get around to it; settling in for yoga in the Greenhouse with the tendrils of tomato plants overhead; getting lost in acres of room to roam with the kids.
And then, when the mood takes you, heading out. Hours-long roams on Dartmoor and the South Devon coast, with nothing on the agenda but walks and waterfront lunches (we can recommend many…)
Summer is a time for slowing down, but also for doing, in the most unhurried and restorative of ways.
The farm in full season
Walk the fields with Rosie and the farm team to see how our young lambs, piglets and calves are reared to the regenerative principles we live by. Forage in the woodland, and stretch in a Greenhouse scented by tomato vines. When the sun is high, we can hide private picnics in the woods for lunch. And when it starts to dip, there are sundowners to be had in the fields before dinner.
For those wondering what to do in Devon this summer, the answer, more often than not, begins here. Come and see the farm in full season – book your summer stay.
Come back to something beautiful
As a luxury farm stay, summer days at Fowlescombe see you come back, slip off your boots in a suite as peaceful as the valley itself, and sit on the terrace watching acres of land shift colour as the last of the light plays out. Birdsong telling you to settle in for the evening. A cocktail made by someone you already know by name, with ingredients you can see in the garden, on its way.
Then dinner. You can see the land it came from, and you’ve met the people who grew and nurtured it all the way to your plate. That feeling of being nurtured in return, by a place and people genuinely connected to it, is hard to put into words. But very easy to feel.