As much as I love a lazy weekend of brunch, shopping and Netflix watching, my favourite weekends are the ones you’re still talking about months later. As a Christmas present last year we got a trip to stay at the Living Room treehouses in Wales, and recently we went. As the kind of person who didn’t even own hoodie, I didn’t really know what was going to happen. But, if it makes your favourite Welsh man happy…
So I got myself a backpack (which made my boyfriend laugh for solid ten minutes because it was ‘too stylish’) and prepared myself for a trek through the Welsh countryside.
I’m not really a believer in comfort zones. I think that people can do anything they put their minds to. And just because a person hasn’t done something before, it doesn’t mean they aren’t willing to try. Although the closest I’d ever got to hiking before was walking up Mount Etna last summer, before we’d even got to the treehouse we’d stopped off in Brecon and climbed its highest peak, Penyfan.
After we came down again and rehydrated, we set off to find our home for the next few days. We were greeted a couple of hours later by super friendly hosts and a real life treehouse hideaway. From a composting toilet to an earthenware pot as a fridge, everything about the stay was eco.
I wasn’t so sure when I arrived if the outdoor-showering, 4G-less life was really going to be for me. But once we got inside our totally hygge cabin, I was gradually won over by its cosy blankets and fire-side dinners.
When you live in London, sirens and planes flying overhead are basically your bedtime lullaby, but the gentle lull of baaing coming from the fields behind us throughout the night kind of did the same thing. So I guess sheep really do help you get to sleep, even if counting them doesn’t.
Next day we climbed another peak, stopping off for a dip in an amazing lake half way up. But heads up, even if it’s insanely hot for a Welsh summer day, the water up in the mountains is still absolutely Arctic.
It’s a trip where I nearly fell and broke something a good ten times, but the sense of accomplishment at the end was totally worth it. Feeling like you’re not good at something isn’t something that any of us really enjoy, but it’s the only way you ever learn something new. In just two days I’d climbed two mountains, learned how to build a fire and work a wood burner. Things I’d never done before or would be likely to do during an average weekend in the city.
I have to admit, not having constant access to the internet was tough and I felt a worrying amount of relief whenever we went somewhere and all my Whatsapp and Instagram notifications suddenly came flooding through. But deep down, I knew that it was a really important thing to do. Plus, it makes you remember how amazing it is to wake up naturally when your body tells you to – not when your phone does.
If weekends cut off from your tech and getting back to basics are your thing or you just think it’s high time for a digital detox, you have to go because this experience is a total tree-at.