Tucked high in the branches and perched above the gentle sweep of the Brudenell River, the Seaside Tree Tent is like a dream you almost didn’t believe was real — but then you climb the wooden boardwalk, swing open the flap, and there it is. A tent, yes, but one wrapped in treetops, in view, in breeze. A tent‑treehouse hybrid that somehow feels like a portal.
You get to it by walking a wooden walkway slung through the forest, rising slowly until you notice the river edging in your vision, the sky widening. The deck — wide, west‑facing — greets you first. It’s the kind of deck you’ll want to sit on until sunset, letting the day stretch and stretch. The horizon isn’t far. The sun slides down with dramatic patience.
The inside is intimate. A queen bed waits, soft and open, where you wake to birds and branches, or maybe the glow of dawn through fabrics and wood. Nearby is a kitchenette — compact but serviceable — and on the deck there’s a small dining table. And yes, there’s a BBQ so you can cook under leaves, with firelight and mist. The tent also offers a washroom and an outdoor shower ensconced in trees. You shower. You stare. You feel dripping water and forest.
Because it’s on the riverbank, you’ve more than leaves to explore. The beach is at your feet. You can launch a kayak (two provided), paddle quiet water, watch reflections dance. Or hop on a bike and wander beyond treelines into local roads, small towns, sidestreets you might not have found otherwise. They even leave you fishing rods. And wood for the fire pit. Because nights deserve crackle.
Everything feels generous. Nothing unnecessary. It's not glitzy, but it’s thoughtful. Less pretension, more presence. Starting around €210 per night, with a two‑night minimum — it’s reasonable, considering that you’re not just paying for a bed, but an experience.
If you stay, try this: linger on the deck just before dusk. Let shadows creep. Let the river hush. Let your own pulse slow. Light the fire. Let embers talk. When night lands, slink into the tent, unzip the flap, and stare outward. Sky, branches, water. Listen. You might hear nothing. Or maybe, the soft chirp of crickets or water moving. And that might feel like everything.
The Seaside Tree Tent isn’t grand accommodations. It’s a forest whisper. It’s part tent, part treehouse, part river poem. It invites you to step aside from noise, to let nature be your host, to remember what sky feels like when you look at it all night long. If you book it, bring a good book, a curious heart, and the permission to do nothing — messy, quiet, fully present.
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