We trekked up and down and over the South Downs, refreshed ourselves with bitter shandies in various public houses, explored a few sleepy villages and when our legs could carry us no more, returned to our hut to light our wood burning stove, build a campfire, chow down on too many marshmallows and, eventually, crawl into what was possibly the most comfortable, cosy bed I have ever had the pleasure of snoozing in.
Alex at Wriggly Tin Shepherd's Huts has thought of everything to make getting back to basics a very pleasant experience indeed. Buster (our hut) was brilliantly kitted out and full of vintage joys (including an Enid Blyton novel to take you back to your childhood). The marshmallows and homemade brownies were left out for us were the icing on the cake - to say they were delectable would be an understatement.
If you'd like a break away from the bright lights of the city, Buster and his slightly larger brother, Beacon, can be booked through Canopy and Stars, or just email Alex directly.
And so, without further ado, some snaps of our trip...