Nestled in the Wye Valley, a beautiful Romany wagon comes complete with merino wool duvet, wood burning stove and a home-cooked organic breakfast delivered to the door.
The wagon sits in a leafy garden overlooking rolling hills. A double hammock is pitched by a slither of a river – all that separates you from a herd of cotton wool sheep.
Inside the wagon, owners John and Jean have restored the fittings to their original glory. The wood-burning stove is fully functioning and lighting it at dusk, then pulling closed all the doors and windows makes for a cosy nest. I visited in November and was toasty all night after getting the stove stoking hot before bed.
Toilet and shower facilities are in a small building within the garden. It’s a low-key set up, think clean and homely as opposed to plush and luxury.
Aside from a country walk, or stroll to the local pub, there’s little to do other than climb up into the bed, drink coffee, read a book, take a glass of red, snooze, then wake up and do it all again.
Dinner if you choose to take it, is served in a fairy-lit conservatory, a crackling blues CD on the player and a corkscrew ready to uncork any booze you may have bought with you. Three decadent courses come by the way of French chef Ollie Raout. Wear an elasticated waistband and be grateful you only need roll a few feet home. Decadent dining in lo-fi surrounds.
Breakfast was a feast of sticky apple pancakes followed by a full English and homemade Marmalade. All produce is of course locally sourced, homegrown or homemade. A scruffy allotment sits just behind the wagon, fat with root vegetables and fruit trees. Just like the rest of Wrigglesbrook, the appearance might be a little scrappy around the edges, but the delivery is rather more enchanting.
Wrigglesbrook serves up rustic charm in by the spade . Relaxing and romantic, a night in a cosy wagon accompanied by John and Jean’s glorious food makes for a perfect weekend getaway; a great antidote to the clichéd boutique hotel break. Best suited to anyone who’s happy to have their relaxation with a side order of adventure. Fluffy white towels it is not – you need to put in a bit of leg work to get the most out of the experience. But once you do, what you’ll find is a something akin to glamorous camping – all that’s left is to kick off your shoes, light the fire and open a bottle of red.