While others seek winter sun (and yes, I’m tempted), I often find myself drawn to the more secluded places, the out-of-season contemplative corners where mist and moss hang from the trees and the only sound may be the distant waterfall of a curlew’s call.
Laugharne in Carmarthenshire, Wales, on the estuary of the River Taf, is one such place. I had the chance to spend four foggy, magical days there in Spring 2012, and returned there this November.
Home to poet Dylan Thomas for the last four years of his life (he died in 1953), Laugharne is the perfect spot to squirrel yourself away for plenty of thinking space and glorious views.
With my family, I stayed at the Season’s resort situated on the hill there, in a self-catering cottage with views over the Taf Estuary and the village rumoured to have been the starting point for the fictional Llareggub in Dylan’s Under Milk Wood. Although the invented name looks genuine enough for that area of Wales, if you reverse it you’ll discover the words bugger all, which tells you everything you need to know about this peaceful retreat.
Ironically, Dylan’s time there has resulted in a number of attractions to visit and influxes of literary minded tourists in high summer, but at this time of year the majority of the visitors are wading birds, searching the estuary’s shallows for molluscs.
Just along a little forest track from the resort, called Dylan’s Walk (and decorated lavishly with the afore-mention mist and moss hung trees), you’ll find Dylan’s writing shed, where you can peer in through the glass-panelled door and see it just as he left it, with a jacket hung over the back of his chair and bottles, books, paper and other ephemera littering the desk and shelves. I think it looks as though he’s nipped out for a moment’s think, and is standing somewhere nearby staring out at the Taf and swilling words around his mouth.
A short way beyond this, you’ll find the Dylan Thomas Boathouse where he lived with his family, and now a museum. It’s a lovely building, with a cute café so you can pause for a coffee and a ponder. The Boathouse is also a great place for a spot of word bombing, as I did in 2012!
A few minutes walk in the other direction leads to the village past the dramatic ruined Laugharne castle, which apparently boasts a summerhouse where Dylan used to write – presumably when he needed a very slight change of view. He described the castle as “Brown as owls” in his Poem in October.
He was also known for frequenting Brown’s Hotel, which still thrives today – apparently his routine was to write at his shed in the mornings and then head to Brown’s in the afternoons, where he could drink beer as he wrote. According to the hotel’s website, he said he liked to “moulder” in the corner facing the entrance as he worked. Back then it was known simply as a bar with room, but now it’s a luxury boutique hotel – ideal for a romantic hideaway.
If you head inland from Dylan’s writing shed, you’ll eventually reach St. Martin’s Church, where Dylan Thomas’ grave is marked by a plain white cross with exquisitely curly lettering. The name of his wife, Caitlin, adorns the other side as she’s buried with him. It looks like they’re finally achieving the marital harmony in death that eluded them in life!
Further afield there are plenty of diversions. On our previous visit, we spent a pleasant day visiting the pretty harbour town of Tenby (above), and this time we went to Carmarthen and Pendine Beach, and called in at the excellent National Botanical Garden of Wales – another perfectly tranquil spot – on our way back to England.
What could be lovelier than a writing break in the former home of poet laureate Ted Hughes? Lumb Bank, set in sprawling countryside near Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire, is just one of Arvon’s three literary houses, hosting five-day courses and retreats. While the courses feature workshops by leading authors, if you’re seeking a hiatus from the pressures of everyday life, and time to focus on your work in progress, the latter may be just what you need.
I’ve never yet been on one myself, but find the idea somewhat intoxicating. The invitation from Lumb Bank is “to focus on your writing, in a stunning landscape of wooded hills. Start that project that’s been nagging at you, develop the tricky bit in the middle or finish that never quite finished manuscript.”
The fee for a five-day visit is £540 (there are bursaries available in some circumstances) which includes nourishment, both physical and cerebral, as well as a private room to sleep in. There’s no television, no internet access or wifi and little or no mobile reception, not to mention no demanding family members or friends – freeing you up to focus on the written word, sentence, chapter…
Bedrooms are comfortably plain (fewer distractions that way), with writing desks, and there are also communal rooms in which to work, as well as the afore-mentioned hills to wander amongst while mulling over plot-points. If you’re seeking stimulus, take a stroll to Heptonstall, where Sylvia Plath lies in the church cemetery, while nearby Hebden Bridge is, according to author Jennifer Richardson’s piece on the Arvon blog “packed with independent bookstores, coffee shops, galleries and retailers selling Fair Trade organic cotton.”
One of the happiest memories of my childhood is the treehouse we built in the apple tree that stood in the centre of our lawn. Little more than a few planks of wood and a spindly rope ladder, it nonetheless offered impressive aerial views and a sense of solitude.
A press released recently popped into my inbox about The Birdhouse, a “beautifully handcrafted treehouse set in a woodland garden on an organic farm in Crewkerne, Somerset.” I’m always on the look out for enticing retreats – the kind of places where the only distractions will be the rustle of the wind through leaves.
Only recently opened to its first guests, the building is all pale wood and flowing light, with plenty of windows letting in the sky and branches beyond. It provides a blend of indoor/outdoor living I find deeply appealing, set alongside modern luxury cunningly disguised to look pleasingly rustic – “Whilst modern and shiny, the bespoke kitchen is clad in 80-year-old boards reclaimed from the parachute regiment Nissen huts from Salisbury Plain,” says Tabitha Symonds.
Tabitha, rather than being this property’s owner, is the founder and director of oneoffplaces.co.uk, a company that seeks out unusual properties across the globes, sorts and presents it in enticing segments, such as windmills, yurts, and, yes, treehouses, including an ecofriendly option in Tarzali, Australia, that promises sightings of red-legged pademelon wallabies, coppery brushtail possums and other wildlife sadly lacking in Somerset, England.
Which undoubtedly makes The Birdhouse a far better place to retreat to with a laptop or notepad.
It’s a setting that looks its best in sunshine, but I think it would be a marvellously romantic place to wait out a storm – snug and secure with the sound of creaking branches, lashing rain and your imagination to keep you company.
Stayed somewhere wonderful recently? Let me know by sending an email to Judy(at)socketcreative.com. I’d love to hear your adventures and love to publish enticing travel pieces on SkyLightRain.com.
Sometimes the kindest thing we can do for ourselves and everyone around us is run away to a quiet hut in the woods and close the door.
Writing, and most creative endeavours for that matter, generally requires space – in my experience, the more creative the endeavour, the more silence and space required.
Fortunately, my attention has been drawn to the Shepherds’ Hut Hideaway on the Isle of Wight, a surprisingly luxurious cluster of cosy huts designed to withstand winter storms. Created by specialist hut maker (yes, that’s a thing) Blackdown, they’re fully insulated with snuggly sheeps’ wool, and have good reliable heating, plus plenty of nooks where you can curl away to write or muse to your utter contentment.
My heart, however, is set on the extra special accommodation option in this group – the treehouse.
What? Didn’t you know writers never grow up?