
Buzzard's Perch
Our highest treehouse — twelve metres up an old oak, reached by a rope-and-plank walkway. Cedar-clad, woodburner, freestanding bath looking out into the canopy.

Three handbuilt treehouses and six canvas bell tents, scattered through forty acres of ancient Welsh woodland. Wood-fired hot tubs steaming under the canopy. Outdoor kitchens lit by lanterns. No wifi, no signal, no rush.
Wildwood is what happened when we stopped trying to make a holiday park and started listening to the trees. The treehouses were built by a local carpenter using oak and larch felled from the wood itself. The bell tents were pitched in clearings the deer had already chosen. We have a generator we’ve never used — everything runs on the sun and the stove.
You won’t see another tent from your tent. The pitches are spaced through the woodland with at least sixty paces between them. The clearings, the stream and the bathing decks are shared — everything else is yours alone.
All include linen, towels, woodburner, firewood, and breakfast hamper for the first morning. Two-night minimum, three on bank holidays.

Our highest treehouse — twelve metres up an old oak, reached by a rope-and-plank walkway. Cedar-clad, woodburner, freestanding bath looking out into the canopy.

Built into a beech with a little mezzanine for a child. Wraparound deck, hammock corner, and a wood-fired hot tub steaming gently beneath the trees.

The largest of the three. Two-room layout, copper bath, full outdoor kitchen on the lower deck, and a fire pit ring set into the clearing below.

A canvas five-metre on a raised wooden platform. Proper double bed, woodburner, sheepskins, and a private firepit by the stream.

Family-sized canvas with a king and two singles. Rugs, lanterns, a covered porch and the kitchen pavilion thirty seconds through the ferns.

Tucked into the hazel coppice on the eastern edge — the quietest spot on the site. Wakes you with woodpeckers, not neighbours.

South-facing on the meadow's edge. Caught the best of the evening light. Includes a wood-fired hot tub on the shared bathing deck.

Our biggest canvas — a six-metre bell with a separate sleeping nook. Built for friends-and-family long weekends and slow Sunday breakfasts.

A romantic two-person setup on the high meadow. Outdoor copper bath, fire pit, and the best stars on site — no light for fifteen miles.

Every treehouse and two of the bell tents have their own cedar hot tub. We light them an hour before sunset so you can climb in as the trees go black against the sky. It takes a couple of logs and a bit of patience. That’s rather the point.
Twenty minutes by car to the foot of Pen y Fan. We’ll pack you a flask and point you at the quiet path up.
Wild swimming, paddleboards and an honest pub on the shore. Fifteen minutes through the lanes.
The town of books. Thirty minutes east — second-hand bookshops, a Saturday market, three good cafes.
Forty acres of mixed woodland to wander, with marked trails to a hidden waterfall and a buzzard’s lookout.
Inside the Brecon Beacons International Dark Sky Reserve. On a clear night the Milky Way runs straight overhead.
Eggs from the farm next door, sourdough from the village baker, lamb from the valley. Hampers can be ready on arrival.

Solar panels on the kitchen pavilion power the lights, the fridges and a single charging point per pitch. Water is from our own borehole, filtered and tested twice a year. Heat is wood — coppiced on a fifteen-year rotation from the southern half of the wood. We’re proud holders of Visit Wales Gold for sustainability.
We’d been to Center Parcs, Forest Holidays, the lot. Wildwood is something else entirely — you actually feel like you’ve gone somewhere. The kids didn’t ask for a screen once. Best three nights we’ve had in years.
Two-night minimum, three on bank holidays. Dogs welcome in three of the bell tents. Arrival from 3pm, departure by 11am — though we’ll never rush you if the fire’s still warm.
