Mid Wales is where wild hills meet hidden stories and stars spill across ink-dark skies. From walking Offa’s Dyke to standing with a foot in two countries, every day brings quiet adventure. And when the exploring ends, there’s always the deep, slow exhale of the cabin at the edge home.
A Mid Wales Bucket List: Unique & Unmissable Adventures Near Knighton Read More »
Some people have a work-life balance. We have a work-work-work balance, with a side of sheep and a smattering of sawdust. By day (weekdays, that is), I wander through the corridors of a large city school, responsible, polished (ish), and professional. By evening and weekends, I swap the sensible shoes for wellies, the whiteboard markers for sheep feed, and the staff meetings for cabin bookings. My husband, the builder, floats somewhere in between, existing in a perpetual state of sawdust-covered brilliance.
Wellies, Work & Weekends: The Double Life of a Farmer-Teacher-Cabin Owner Read More »
It’s a very good job that:
Paul trusts me.
Paul has a good sense of humour.
Paul is patient.
Paul is forgiving.
Paul has a van and fetches things.
Paul knows me inside out.
Otherwise, we may not actually be celebrating 35 years of marriage this year. I might be a sad and lonely old woman, surrounded by junk and animals. But, let me tell you, these things happen to me—and more often than you’d think!
Paul, Hear Me Out: A Tale of Bargains, Junk, and Patience Read More »
Fancy a dip?
If, like me, you’re partial to a paddle (or a full-on wild swim followed by a biscuit and a flask of tea), then you’re in luck. I’ve gathered up my favourite nearby swim spots—all within half an hour of the cabin. Think clear rivers, peaceful banks, and the odd heron for company. I’ve popped in directions from LD7 1PD and added a few words about staying safe, because while I love a bit of adventure, I love a sensible toe-dip first even more.
Take the Plunge: My Favourite Wild Swim Spots Near Quabbs Cabin Read More »
A sea of blue, a moment of magic
each spring, our hidden corners of Mid Wales come alive with a spellbinding shimmer of bluebells. Winding woodland paths and quiet dells near the cabin are transformed into carpets of violet-blue — nature’s own hush falling over the land. Whether you’re wandering hand in hand, snapping photos, or just breathing in that earthy-sweet scent, it’s a fleeting, fairytale season that reminds us to slow down and soak it all in. At Quabbs, the bluebells aren’t just flowers — they’re little messengers of wonder and we love them.
Why Bluebells Capture the Nation’s (and my) Heart Read More »
There’s a moment, just before the sun slips below the hills, when everything seems to hush. The wind softens, the birds settle, and the golden light wraps itself around the landscape like a warm embrace. This is golden hour—a fleeting, magical time of day that invites stillness, reflection, and a deep connection with the world around us.
Slowing Down at Golden Hour: The Magic of Sitting Still Read More »
A little while ago, I saw someone online talking about how AI can now write entire blogs in seconds. Seconds! Meanwhile, I’d just spent a full 45 minutes trying to find the right words to describe the exact shade of pink the sky turns at dusk (somewhere between a peach and a promise, in case you’re wondering).
I’ve noticed spring at Quabbs doesn’t arrive all at once. It sneaks in, quietly at first—a snowdrop here, a hint of warmth in the breeze there—until one day, you realise the hills are turning green again, and the birds are singing their hearts out at dawn. And just like that, winter’s grip loosens, and life on the farm shifts gears into something a little more… lively.
As we stumble through the sticky mud of farming life – many things spring to mind, not least that I was referred to as a ‘farmer’s wife’ for the first time. I was proud, I was tickled pink, then I was a bit annoyed and then I questioned it and then I thought I am NOT a farmer’s wife – I am a farmer.
Imagine a place where time slows down, where the only sounds you hear are birdsong, the crackle of a wood fire, and the gentle rustle of the breeze through the trees. Quabbs Cabin isn’t just a getaway—it’s an experience, a retreat from the everyday, a little slice of heaven in the heart of the Mid
