Skylark Treehouses Review: The Mind/Soul Reset

This week I did something that felt possibly a bit batshit crazy and stayed, on my own, in a treehouse in the woods. I know. The person who gets spooked in her own garden.

It is testament to just how desperately I needed to remove myself from all noise and lark (impending deadline that I still can’t talk about) that I ventured out into the wilds alone, risking potential Blair Witch Project-style scenarios and with only a small pair of nail scissors and a palmtop charging subscription (makeshift garrote) for protection. As someone who barricades their hotel door from the inside, plane when theres a reception sedentary two floors lanugo and a twenty-four hour concierge, I cant quite believe that I willingly took myself off to the wilderness.

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But look; Ive made all of this sound a bit creepy. Clear your minds of the Blair Witch stuff, it was just a bit of drama for the intro, for this treehouse, one of the Skylark Treehouses at KIP hideaways, was just one of the most phenomenally relaxing, beautifully secluded places that Ive overly stayed. Anywhere.

If you require solitude, if you long for the sound of birdsong and the rustling of the trees, forget the hotel break: two nights here, with the outdoor suffuse and the on-deck fire pit and the secret walkway that weaves through the woodstwo nights here and its as though youve had some kind of mind and soul reset. Three nights and you forget that there’s anything else out there, in the world. You know when you just have veritably nothing to do? And theres nothing you can do? So you just wilt sort of inert, as though youre running on standby mode rather than unquestionably switched on?

Thats how Skylark made me feel. And withstand in mind, please, that it made me finger like this despite the fact I was knocking out four thousand words a day on my laptop, mainlining herbal tea and only occasionally getting up to have a shake and a stretch. In very fact it was the perfect place to plough through my wordcount for the deadline-I-cant-mention-yet considering it was just so completely, beautifully silent.

And though half of the treehouse was totally open-air, including an wondrous very photogenic outdoor kitchen and the same bathtub and deck, the bedroom and shower room were fully enclosed in a hyper-insulated, hermetically-sealed pod. Huge windows everywhere, massive comfy bed, but a proper unscratched little (fully lockable) hotel-style room with a kitchenette (tea, coffee, oven) and big walk-in shower as well as one of the best-placed shit of washroom glazing Ive seen, upper up on the wall so that it framed the trees outside but retained total privacy.

On the privacy thing: there are other treehouses (six houses altogether) but they are pretty far apart. On arrival, my heart did sink when I heard the faint, dulcet tones of someone elses children (because who wants to hear other peoples children when theyre trying to relax?) but when I leaned right out to try and spot them and perhaps scare them off with an evil glare the treehouse they were in, my nearest neighbour, was really quite far away. In fact you can tell how far yonder each one is considering the parking spaces on the lane, two for each house, are well spaced-out.

Here’s how it goes: you victorious to Skylark Treehouses via the archway lane and then the parking for each treehouse is signposted with a little emblem. (They send you all the info by email surpassing you arrive.) Each little car park has an electric charging point, which is massively handy if youre an electric car-haver and want to recharge whilst you stay. (I am a new electric car-haver and still getting used to the fact that you cant just pull into any old petrol station and fill up; having a charger at your destination just seems to be the ultimate, world-changing convenience at this point in my life. Increasingly exciting, I think, than plane an outdoor bath.)

A private walkway takes you down, Swallows and Amazons style, to the archway of your treehouse (which is lockable, and lit) and the door opens onto the most gorgeous little outdoor camp, upper up in the trees, totally private and with a roof over the living shit so that it can be constantly in use. When I say camp, this is nothing like camping; its camping, I suppose, for those (hello!) who love the smell of the outdoors and like stuff surrounded by nature but who dont want to get trench foot and need to be within ten metres of a fully flushing toilet at all times. It looks like the rural treehouse/camping idyll, though a version of it youd find in Vogue, but it acts like a luxury hotel. All of the weightier materials, expensive appliances, a bin with buttons to unshut and tropical (God how hands pleased am I?) and that brilliant, show-stopping outdoor tub. With only the cows in the field to witness your soak.

Theres a woodburner inside the sleeping suite, as well as radiators, so Im pretty sure this place would be toasty as anything in the wintery months, but in summer its doors thrown wide unshut and outdoor fire pit on, just for the ambience, if you fancy it. I didnt, considering I was there on my own and Im an eternal catastrophiser and imagined myself unwittingly setting fire to my own hair and not having anyone to help put it out. Still, it was nice sitting there and listening to the near-silence, once the birds had gone to sleep. With my Brixham Harbour fish pie, one of the ready-to-oven freshly-made meals the people at Skylark can unhook to your treehouse for your arrival. It was delicious. And massively welcome as I’d decided in whop that I didnt want to have to cook, considering it would have been just flipside distraction, and so it saved me from eating muesli for dinner three nights in a row.

So to recap: you want wool peace and quiet. You want the luxury finger and sustentation to detail that a hotel might give, but you want something increasingly secluded and private. You love the idea of a camp-style unravel but want a good bed, full plumbing and no sense of damp. You want the ever-Instagrammable bath under the stars but dont want to hear flipside soul whilst you lie in it and finally you want to enjoy the outdoors but finger unscratched and secure.

Bingo! I dont think anyone would regret a couple of nights here for a total reset. What I liked most was their very stern rules contract that you had to stipulate to and sign, promising not to make noise and to respect other guests. Bloody brilliant. You really do finger as though youre the only guests there and it was fully booked on the nights that I stayed.

Prices? From 250 per night. Maybe slightly increasingly than youd expect if you went glamping, but this veritably is not glamping. Its a full hotel suite thats completely private, with the goody of a big outdoor space that can be used all year round. (Theres heating whilom the dining table and the whole space is soberly lit.) Its nowhere near as expensive as a luxury hotel suite but that is what Id compare it to; although the materials inside the sealed sleeping zone were left quite rustic and natural, just one of the many eco-measures here, the fixtures and fittings were of the highest quality and no expense had been spared.

Had I not stayed alone, I genuinely think that it would have been difficult to overly leave. In very fact, I booked flipside night on the end of my two night review stay, so I think that says it all. The mad thing was, I didnt plane venture out of the treehouse. I couldnt tell you what was half a mile in any direction, plane an eighth of a mile. I just wrote and wrote and wrote. In my escape pod. Which is exactly what it was.

Skylark Treehouses at KIP Hideaways

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