Visiting Dartmoor: The Cherrybrook B&B

Paul and I are often asked if we have any children.

As a happily married couple who are well into their sixties, many people assume that we’ve had our kids, sent them on their way and are now enjoying our twilight years with not a care in the world. The truth is, although our own parents were very keen for us to start a family of our own, both Paul and I were too enamoured with our jobs to bear the thought of leaving them for the sake of raising kids. Thanks to both of us earning a good wage for the majority of our lives we were able to take (relatively) early retirements and enjoy our years of retirement.

We’ve spoken frankly about this decision with another and have always come to the conclusion that we made the right decision, however there’s no easy quick way to communicate this to new acquaintances without going through the whole rigmarole. As much as we love getting to know hosts and fellow guests at B&B, we have got used to running through the same old small talk questions every time we meet some new, well-meaning people. We’ve come to expect these questions now, but struggle to answer them with any kind of enthusiasm. So we were pleasantly surprised when we arrived at the Cherry Brook B&B to be greeted with an altogether set of questions.

“So how long have you had your dog for?” “Where’s your dog?”

You see, The Cherry Brook B&B provides ‘truly dog-friendly accommodation’, something which we’d noted before booking the room but had chosen to forget. There are 7 rooms in this handsome B&B, all of which are dog-friendly whilst offering some spectacular views across Dartmoor. This 200 year-old farmhouse is a real treat for country lovers, whilst offering every amenity that you’d expect from a 21st century Bed & Breakfast. There might not be any conservatory roof to relax under, but there is excellent WiFi throughout the building, a cosy bar to relax in during the evening, and you can even order evening meals.

The place was fully booked whilst we were there, despite there being 8 dogs staying along with their human owners, the Cherry Brook was surprisingly quiet for the entirety of our stay. Over breakfast we got to know our fellow guests and were quickly asked where our own furry companion was, how old he/she was, what breed they were – unfortunately we couldn’t give them any satisfying answers! Regardless, this made a nice change from the usual small talk and for once we were never asked if we had any kids.

The breakfast itself was a robust affair featuring delicious fresh salad bowls, toast with excellent local preserves, as well as some lovely local sausages that Paul had to inquire after (we made sure not leave Dartmoor before buying a pack to take home). All of this food came from an unbelievably tiny kitchen, which explains why they needed some advance warning if they had any extra guests wanting dinner.

Walking Through York’s Past: The Bloomsbury

We don’t often opt for city breaks, but when we heard about The Bloomsbury Guesthouse Hotel after reading an article in the Guardian, we thought a trip up North would do us some good!

It’s not often we find ourselves wandering through a city, but then again it’s easy to forget that York is a city at times. The winding streets have largely retained many of their Georgian and Victorian features, making a visit to this small city feel like stepping into an anachronistic alternate universe. We thoroughly enjoyed wandering through ‘The Shambles’, the best example of Winchester’s mercantile past, and were surprised by just how much this small city had to offer the British visitor.

The Bloomsbury is one of those charming B&Bs that completely lives up to the hype. After stumbling across a number of articles mentioning how cosy this place was, we decided that it would be worth a drive up to see what all the fuss was about. This family-run business has been garnering favourable reviews for years now both in the hands of Paul and Matt, and Matt’s parents, Tricia and Steve. We arrive in York just a few weeks after the guard was changed once more, as Tricia and Steve came out of retirement to allow Paul and Matt to move out to New Zealand.

As far as we can tell the standards at the Bloomsbury haven’t dipped since the day it as opened. Whilst the location may be a little more out of the way than its competitors (the B&B is a good 20 minute walk from the centre of York), the detached property is on a relatively quiet road and makes for a nice enough location. Whilst the spaces in the Bloomsbury are perhaps not quite as lofty as the name suggests, there is an over-whelming feeling of comfort here that has to be experienced to be believed.

Whereas some ‘luxury’ Bed & Breakfasts make the mistake of decking their hall with a surplus of artworks and precious looking ornaments, the owners at the Bloomsbury understand that a good B&B should be a home from home, rather than an art museum with rooms. Comfort comes in the traditional form of squishy armchairs and sturdy, cosy beds, but it can also be found at the breakfast table. Although our interests had been piqued by Paul’s breakfasts, we were more than happy to tuck in to Tricia and Steve’s ample offerings.

York itself proved to be a great deal more cosmopolitan that we’d initially expected. Despite being around 2 hours away by train, it would appear that the innovation of London’s food scene has made its away up North. Although Paul and I aren’t usually suckers for overly fancy food, we’d heard that the oddly named Skosh was the best place in the city, and not too fancy for us old types. Despite having to ask for clarification on a few menu items (the ‘miso glazed cod’ had us scratching our heads), we found this restaurant to be utterly delightful.

It’s always a pleasure to be surrounded by the hubbub of young people and that’s exactly what we found at this trendy restaurant, which made both of us feel considerably younger than our years. With that being said, we were both happy to return to the Bloomsbury for a nice cup of tea after.

Highland Heather Lodges: What No Breakfast?!

We’re often asked by friends if we ever get bored with all the cooked breakfasts and cream teas, to which we say: Nope!

We’re well settled into our life of leisure now, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t enjoy ‘roughing it’ on occasions. Of course, when you reach our grand age the notion of camping is strictly out of the window, so instead we opt for ‘self-catered’ options like we did at Highland Heather Lodges.

The benefit of staying at self-catered accommodation over a B&B is the added privacy that you get from staying in your own little house, as well as also being able to decide when and where you eat your breakfast. As slightly older folks we like to rise early and eat our breakfast accordingly, during our fifties we hit a perfect ‘sweet spot’ where we found that most B&Bs would be serving breakfasts exactly when we wanted it, but as the years wore on we soon found that we were waking hours before breakfast was due to be served, leaving us twiddling our thumbs!

Thanks to the internet there are plenty of ways we can keep ourselves entertained during these moments of limbo, such as catching up on television series (I think we watched the entire Game of Thrones series in 2017 whilst waiting for breakfasts) and reading the news; when we’re in self-catered accommodation, though there’s no need to wait! Of course there’s a bit more preparation required in staying at a self-catered lodge, compared to staying at a B&B, but this prep can often be very satisfying.

We made sure to leave for Crieff as early as possible on the Friday, so that we could drop in at a Scottish shop to pick up our supplies before reaching our destination. Assembling his very own Scottish cooked breakfast was certainly a highlight for Paul, he loved talking to the butchers about where the meat came from and particular enjoyed picking out all the Scottish specialities that we don’t get down in England. Tasty treats such as ‘Lorne sausage’, ‘Fruit Pudding’ and ‘Potato scones’ were cheerfully thrown into the basket along with some juicy looking links of sausage and fat slices of bacon.

Upon our arrival at Highland Heather Lodges we were greeted by the owners and shown around our lovely lodge. As far we are aware, there aren’t many Perthshire lodges with hot tubs, but each property at Highland has one, a feature that we were particularly impressed with. Suddenly it seemed we weren’t roughing it any more!

There was something so decadent, in fact, with being able to saunter out into the crisp fresh air in the morning and enjoy a lovely hot bubbly bath whilst Paul cooked our fry up, if only every weekend could be like this…