Summer at Borough Farm is eaten outdoors — breakfast in the meadow, cream tea against a warm stone wall, supper over the fire pit while the swallows work the fields. The meadows are cut late and never sprayed, so July means orchids, butterflies and long grass moving in the wind.
Julia picks elderflower from the hedgerows and makes cordial.
The long lay meadows are alive with insects; walk the mown paths and lie in the long grass — that counts as participation here.
The farm's neighbour grows the late-summer tomatoes, and the herb and vegetable gardens are there for guests to raid, gently.
West Devon's show season runs through August — proper rural shows with livestock, hedge-laying and cake tents. Dates are announced each year.
River pools on the moor and Atlantic surf within reach — the farm lends wetsuits and boards on a charity donation.
Local dates are announced annually — Julia confirms what's on when you book.
Level throughout, with a wet room and easterly light.
A roll-top bath, and the hills through the window.
The courtyard barn, with room for a dog.
The only stay with The Loft to itself.
One yurt, its own field and its own wood-fired hot tub.
Canvas earns its keep in summer — sunrise through the yurt door, the hot tub under a late sky. The Yard's glazed doors open the barn to the garden.
A handcrafted yurt in its own field, with a fire pit, barrel sauna and room for five.
All five stays are open year-round.
Alba the Labrador, a flock of longwool sheep, three Connemara ponies and a run of hens — the residents who make this a working farm.
