Covid Closure, once again!

Following on from yesterday’s announcement, we will be closed from until further notice. If you are booked to stay with us you will be entitled to move your dates, or will be offered a full refund. Please contact us through the agent who you have booked with to re-arrange.
We look forward to welcoming you all back when it is safe to do so. Stay home, and stay safe everyone.

Covid Closure

Following on from yesterday’s announcement, we will be closed from Thursday 5th November for four weeks. If you are booked to stay with us from the 5th November to the 2nd December, you will be entitled to move your dates, or will be offered a full refund. Please contact us through the agent who you have booked with to re-arrange.
We look forward to welcoming you all back when it is safe to do so. Stay home, and stay safe everyone.

New pony!

We would like to introduce you to Pumpkin! Our newest edition to The Old Forge, a sweet little 11.3h Welsh Mountain pony who has come to join Scrumpy Jack and his pals.

We now have a hot tub!

Glamping with an giant orange tea cup wood fired hot tub!? Yes please! Our newest addition. Soak away your worries and take in the view over Fontmell Down with a glass in hand.

Shed of the Year results

Sadly, we didn’t win this years Shed of the Year. But we had so much fun, and thank you for everyone who took the time to vote for us. We all still love Silas the Silo and we hope you will to!

Glamping now for families and groups

Welcome to our new set up! Our huts are now set out to be let out for parties of four. Perfect for friends and family getaways. Use Silas the Silo for outdoor dining. Dog and children friendly!

Contact us for enquiries, yet to be updated on our website.

Shed of the Year 2020, cast your vote!

We are thrilled to have been shortlisted for this years Shed of the Year for our grain Silo, Silas. Please take a minute to vote for us if you think it is worthy. http://www.readersheds.co.uk/index.cfm?type=Unique please follow our social media for more photos and news.

We are opening!

We are thrilled to be able to open once again, and welcome you back to The Old Forge from the 4th July. We have put into place safety measures, to protect you and ourselves and make you rest assured so you can enjoy your stay, stress free. Our glamping is currently closed due to some rearranging of the positioning of the Shepherds huts.  The huts will now only be let to one party so they will be exclusive to you in their own private paddock in order to keep you all safe.  Please bear with us and we look forward to seeing you all back soon!

NOTES IN MAY

The swallows are back!  They swoop and dive, a pair of feathered fighter jets, catching insects on the wing.The days are long and hot so Lily and I ride out in the cool of the evening, returning by the light of the silvery moon.There are purple orchids out on the down and dog roses in the hedge.  Clouds of chalk hill butterflies dance around us.In the field the elder flowers hang like umbrellas their lacy white heads sending out their sweet perfume.  I gather my wicker basket to make elderflower cordial and gooseberry and elderflower jam.  In ancient folklore it was to be believed if you fell asleep under an elder tree in full bloom, you would be invited into the world of fairies.  I think of my grandchildren who are my little fairies and how I miss them all so much……

Nature notes with Lily

Another 3 weeks of self isolation we are told. There is sorrel growing in the herb garden.  The veins of the lance shaped leaf are dark crimson.  I pick some to make soup then saddle up Lily. We head up the steep incline to Compton Down and Melbury Beacon, an ancient landscape of celtic fields and cross dykes. There are cowslips out on the down now along with sweet violets, red campion and little bright blue speedwell who wish us “speed thee well” on our journey. 2 clouded yellow butterflies dance around us and a chiffchaff calls to us from the blackthorn. We reach the summit of Melbury Hill, 863ft up, an Armada beacon sited here in 1588. High above us piccolo shrill, the skylark in ascendance, sings his heart out.