Situated in the South-Western corner of Somerset the cute little shepherds hut takes it’s name from a local term used to describe the enchanting time of the evening just before dusk. It’s actually my favourite time of the day, when the last bit of warmth from the sun caresses the face and time seems to slow right down.. It’s perfectly apt then that Emma and Andrew’s beautiful corner in the rolling hills of Somerset has adopted this name; time here seems to have halted. Although a new creation, the hut has the essence of a bygone age, a time when simple pleasures existed.. Here, I was able to really appreciate just ‘being’.
After finding the hut online I was excited about the prospect of being able to take my little shadow Bronson (19 month old Frenchie) along for the trip.. I maybe lived to regret it after 3 nights of practically no sleep due to his off the scale snoring! The journey down was smooth and Bronson was well behaved, we had a quick stop off at services for walks, poos (Bronson) and supplies, before hot stepping it along the 303, past Stonehenge and eventually arriving at our little home for the next few days. There’s no check in (or check out) here which eliminates the worst part of any stay, although Emma does come across to have a chat and run through everything with you. They are also on hand should you need anything.
Somerset delivered resplendent Autumn sunshine and Dimpsey delivered a quintessentially British welcome.. Classical music playing, a tea tray set up complete with two delicious mini Victoria sponges, local produce stocked up in the fridge, homemade marmalade and the hut filled to the brim with gorgeous wares made by British designers sat alongside quaint and quirky vintage finds. I spent a good hour just looking at everything.. and that was before I’d even explored what the outside space had to offer (did I mention the hot tub?).
Exploring done, unpacking complete, food and wine in the fridge, shoes off and comfies on.. This has to be bliss, sitting in the sun amongst the Blackdown Hills, watching the sheep with a cuppa and cake, the sound of a faraway tractor working the land.. Oh and the noise of a rather shocked little frenchie running into the electric fence in a bid to say hello to the sheep.. the first and last time he did that! After that followed many ‘face offs’ with a number of the wooly residents (in particular the angry ewe we named Black Beard), there were no more attempts to get up close and personal (just as well for him I’m sure).
There really is so much to discover within the hut, including a portable record player complete with a handful of albums to set the tone.. We settled upon ‘Fleetwood Mac’ ‘Rumours’. Ok we weren’t in 1970’s California, but just for a moment with the heat of the sun and the folk charm of the hut you could be fooled into being anywhere.
A few bad renditions of ‘Dreams’ later and as the ‘Dimpsey’ set in we lit the firepit, cooked dinner (unsuccessfully.. cue the crisps and dips) in the outdoor oven, grabbed the throws and blankets and settled ourselves with some vino.. The location is so peaceful (aside from Bronson’s snoring) and the sky was clear, making our entertainment for the evening. Happiness has to be an evening spent this way, no crappy reality tv or phone signal to distract, just conversation and wine! Tiredness eventually takes a hold and then it’s time to light the fire, put the kettle on and make our way to bed.
The bed is hidden away during the day in Shaker fashion making for the dining/seating/domino wars area. But, come the evening you simply store away the cushions, pull the table down to form the base and out pops a ready made bed with the most snuggly quilt (made from local sheep wool). With the woodburner lit and a warm belly from the wine I envelop myself inside the warm, cosiness of the hut. I’m not gonna lie, I had the most terrible night’s sleep, no fault at all on the part of Dimpsey…
Guilty as charged.
The hut at night…
A slightly more successful breakfast was created on the fire pit and within the outdoor oven.. the slow grown, rare breed sausages were divine and produced by Emma and Andrew on the farm. There is a brilliantly stocked kitchenette (with glorious views) complete with a hob and everything you need to whip up a feast. It is a real joy boiling the kettle on the hob and making toast on the cast iron skillet.. There’s even a spice rack hidden away amongst the wood clad walls. I almost forgot to mention ‘Hot Chocolate Corner’!
Alongside all the treasure you will also find, books, games and adult colouring books.. this place isn’t just for summer, it would make a wonderfully cosy winter retreat too. I kicked ass at dominoes (well in my mind I did)! Dimpsey is the perfect place to take some time out from modern life, kick back with a book in the cosy corner, or come to the realisation that you are a competitive bugger!
I now want to approach the subject of ablutions.. Always a concern.. Luckily the hut contains a perfectly formed bathroom which has fluffy spa like towels and toiletries AND a powerful, hot shower.. What more could a girl want? A hairdryer? Yes there’s one of those too.. and not a typical hotel ‘I’ll just blow on my hair’ hairdryer but a real one! Bonus! I do get excited about good bathrooms.. and a bathroom with some ‘porn’ is pretty damn cool if you ask me..
The final word and crowning glory of Dimpsey, must surely go to it’s outdoor wood-fired hot tub.. now I was just a little bit excited about this, however after two hours of a patient and dedicated Dan (aka the fire starter) the temperature still wasn’t really up to scratch. We (or should I say Dan) followed all the advice, however as the evening was quite chilly we did struggle to heat it. I felt pretty guilty that he’d spent so long over what was definitely a hedonistic idea on my part.. so I had a soak anyway.. It wasn’t cold, but probably not as luxurious and indulgent as it could have been! Lets call it ‘tepid’. I’m sure in the summer months (and maybe with some practice) the hot tub would be an absolute delight.
Our stay was pretty perfect, so thank you Dimpsey for your charming company and thank you Emma and Andrew for creating a little slice of vintage heaven (and cake) in the beautiful Somerset countryside.