You can happily spend a week here and never leave the farm. But Hay is six miles up the road, the Black Mountains fill the western horizon, and two long-distance paths run past the gate.
Six miles, fifteen minutes. Second-hand bookshops by the dozen, a castle, a proper butcher, and more places to eat than a town that size has any right to. The festival takes over the last week of May — book early if that's why you're coming.
You can join it from the farm — Yvonne will show you which gate. Head upstream for Hay, or downstream towards Whitney and Bredwardine. Flat, green, and mostly beside the water.
A long day's walking in either direction, straight off the lane. Field paths, orchards and small churches rather than dramatic climbs — the quiet kind of walking.
Half an hour west and you're on Hay Bluff or the Gospel Pass, with the whole ridge to yourself on a weekday. Proper hills, and you're back for supper.
Our own village, just over a mile up the lane: the ruins of Clifford Castle above the river, an old church, and woodland tracks that are lovely first thing.
There's no shop on the farm, so bring what you need or drive into Hay. Tell me your favourite two or three local pubs and I'll put them here properly — a recommendation from you is worth more than a list off the internet.
to confirm — check these mileages before the site goes live
Late May books up first. Tell me your dates and I'll hold what I can.