Winter strips the farm back to its bones — old stone, bare hedgerows, woodsmoke standing straight up on still mornings. The stoves are lit, the hot tubs steam, and the dark-sky nights are at their longest and clearest. It's the season the barns were made for.
Foraged greenery, hot spiced juice and the chapel trestle tables — a small farm tradition in aid of cancer research. Dates announced each winter.
The flower year starts early here — snowdrops first, then the slow build to spring.
Wood-fired hot tubs, the sauna's round window onto the frosted field, and the clearest star-gazing of the year.
Tavistock's festive street evening each December — lanterns, stalls and brass bands. Confirm the date when booking.
The moor is at its emptiest and most dramatic — short loops from Brentor, with Julia's maps and honest weather advice.
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.
Ground-floor warmth and a wet room at The Dairy; The Granary adds a private dining room for the long evenings.
Room for two, with The Loft's 22-seat dining space right on the doorstep.
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.
