My birthday seemed like an age ago now but it was this time last month that I was off on a special celebratory weekend away. Apparently, turning thirty is a big deal and deserves to be marked in a big fashion. Off we went to Somerset to spend the weekend in a yurt. “What’s a yurt?” you may ask…
It’s one of these. It’s a big tent that is circular in shape and traditionally is covered with animal skins and blankets to create a warm dwelling.
Usually found in places like Mongolia but my yurt was sat in a field in Somerset. The wonderful Somerset Yurt people have a set of four in a field on their working farm and we basically had the run of the place.
It was wonderful and weird; mostly because it’s not everyday that you’re awoken at 8am by a passing line of cows mooing fresh from milking. We had lots of laughs and even went out for some posh nosh on the Saturday night at The Willow Tree in Taunton where I tried my first ever cheese soufflé (nice but not what I expected).
I was made a cake from a Nigella Lawson recipe (and can confirm it was magnificent) and we had lots of bacon for breakfast and steak & pesto for dinner. It was basically a perfect weekend. I’d hoped for more sunshine but this is the UK and you can’t have everything!
A super way to spend my birthday and I can’t thank everyone involved enough. Hopefully be able to return at some point to check out the cows better and have a real roam around to take photos again with my camera (hopefully I’ll know how to do some more tricks with it then!)