I love Wales; the mountains, the soaring views, the lack of phone reception, the enforced slow-down. A friend said to me today, that being in the mountains allows stresses to quite literally fall off your shoulders; they slide off your back as you stand there gazing up. I believe she is right.

Last summer, we spent four wonderful days in mid-Wales, beneath the towering hills of the Black Mountains. Kite Hill Yurts is a treasure, and an absolute joy. It’s owned by Canadian Dominic and Brit Kate and their young son, who last year returned to the UK to live the good life. They came across the farm and fell in love. And I can see why. It’s utterly enchanting; the fields, views, ducks, a llama and two beautiful, large yurts set high in a field behind the farm house, with breathtaking views of the Black Mountains laid out in front.

We stayed in the yurt called Skylark, blue in colour, painted in Buddhist symbols and furnished with a large, comfortable bed, a single with a pull-out truckle bed, armchairs and importantly, a log burner for cosy nights in bed reading Harry Potter (which we did).

We spent days walking the surrounding moorland, discovering a mountain lake and meeting the local sheep and wild horses. We played cricket, board games and caught bugs. Then, as the sun went down, we ate delicious barbecues, lit the fire, made fire apples and sang camp songs.

After four days in this wonderful location, we felt renewed, revived and in love with Wales even more.

Images by Lou Archell