Imagine slipping up a hidden forest track until the only sound is leaf rustle and bird calls — then spying The Treehouse at Ravendere Retreats, cradled in a grove of ancient beech trees. It doesn’t shout luxury. It whispers it. And once you step inside, that whisper becomes a kind of hush that beckons you to stay a while.
Set on twelve acres of private woodland in North Devon, this adults-only treehouse is a sanctuary for couples, a rare hideaway where forest, valley views, and modern indulgence intertwine. Locals say the coast is a short stroll away — so you get both forest depth and breezy sea edges in one escape.
Walk the decking and you see how the design leans into nature. A wood-fired pizza oven, gas barbecue, and al fresco dining spots dot the outdoor stage, letting you eat beneath leaves and sky. At night, perhaps you sink into the wood-fired hot tub while starlight flickers above. Or step inside where a roll-top bath sits near a window, the valley spread out below like a watercolor.
Inside is cosy without being cramped. The living area hosts a wood-burning stove that crackles in colder hours. Interiors feel warm, layered — linens, soft rugs, timber touches — kind of like your favorite sweater translated to space. In the bedroom, a king-size bed invites slow mornings. Nearby, the bathroom offers a walk-in waterfall shower, steam rising, scent of wood and leaf mingling.
The Treehouse doesn’t feel overly styled. Instead, every corner suggests intention. Reclaimed materials, clever layout, views that feel curated (but not forced). You’ll catch yourself drifting toward windows. Pausing. Quieting.
Guests often linger outside as much as inside. The woodland trails among the twelve acres offer moments of sudden wildlife — a deer may dart past. The valley views shift with light: morning mist, afternoon gold, dusk purples. On clear evenings, the stars feel like company, not distant lights.
Practical things matter too. They built it for comfort. Heating, plumbing, quality finishes — all done so well you forget them, until you realize you’re warm, dry, content. Midday rain taps glass. Mornings bring bird songs through open windows.
It’s not cheap. Nightly rates tend to hover in the premium range — often quoted in British pounds — and a two-night minimum ensures you don’t arrive and dash. But for lovers, for people wanting to unplug, the cost seems fair once you step through that front door.
Yes, there are quirks. The path up is woodland; rain may make things slightly muddy. You might strain to find perfect mobile signal (which can be a relief). But those imperfections add texture to the stay — they remind you you’re in the woods, not a showroom.
For lovers of space and silence, for flaky city hearts who want to remember how quiet feels, Ravendere Retreats Treehouse is more than a stay. It’s a slow inhalation. A pause. A reminder that sometimes luxury waits in leaf shadow, not marble halls.
If you go — bring open shoes, a good book, someone you want to talk to, and maybe nothing else. Let the forest whisper.
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