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the burner on the comfy floor cushions. Some left the yurt to go on a twilight walk around the woodland – the camp is deemed an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. But, with tiredness creeping upon us, we retired to our homely canvas for the night to plan our nextday activities.
Re-fuelled on cereal and a full English, the morning began with my son chancing his arm with a spot of archery.
After a few “sighters” his inner Robin Hood began to show as he hit the target with an impressive accuracy – while I regularly missed. Much of the highadrenaline equipment, such as the abseiling towers, are integrated into the woodland, plus there’s a very realistic caving system built into a rock face. You can also hit the lake for a range of watersports including canoeing, kayaking and raft-building. If the weather takes a turn for the worse, head into the sports hall for fencing and team games. One afternoon, armed with sandwiches from the yurt, we jumped in the car for a picturesque drive to the foothills of Snowdonia. Passing small, fast-flowing waterfalls and tucked-away villages, we climbed up, in third gear, to Blaenau Ffestiniog to visit the famous Ffestiniog narrowgauge railway. There’s a stunning view of Snowdonia from the top. With our souls enriched and sarnies eaten, we returned to the campsite to join an evening nature walk in the woods, where our guide pointed out all the animal habitats and interesting wildlife. There was just enough time for a quick nightcap back at the yurt before turning in. As we zipped up the canvas one final time we realised, despite our phones charging in the sockets in the tent, we never picked them up once. Now, that’s a real breath of fresh air!