Switching Off – and Letting the Wild Back In

There’s a particular kind of quiet that settles at Trelowarren in summer. It’s not silent – far from it – but it’s the kind of sound that soothes rather than buzzes: bees in the lavender, the breeze moving through the trees, the splash of children in the pool, and the occasional shout of discovery from the woods.

We’ve noticed, over the years, how quickly children seem to forget about screens when they’re here. Not because anyone tells them to – but because something better takes over. There’s den building to be done, woodland to explore, tennis to play, and an outdoor pool large enough for a game of Marco Polo. There’s a different rhythm here, and it doesn’t need charging.

It’s not just the little ones either. The older they are, the more it can feel like a leap to get away from the digital world. But we’ve seen it happen – teenagers wandering back from a walk or lying back on the grass watching clouds.

We’ve had families arrive here looking a bit frayed at the edges – the kind of tiredness that comes from too much juggling, too many tabs open (literally and figuratively). After a couple of days, they start to slow. Mornings stretch out, evenings are filled with long suppers on the terrace, card games, or even just everyone doing nothing much, but doing it together.

And then there are the beach evenings.

One of the things we hear time and again is how magical it feels to end the day with a beach barbecue. Cornwall lends itself to this sort of simplicity. It’s never hard to find a spot along the coast where you can lay out a blanket, grill some sausages, and watch the sun slip into the sea. Sometimes there’s a flask of something warming, sometimes it’s cold beers and sandy toes. Children explore the rocks as the tide rolls back, or toast marshmallows over the fire while the stars begin to show. No one’s checking the time. No one’s checking their phone. And there’s a kind of joy in that — the kind you don’t always notice until it’s happening.

These are the moments people remember. Not perfectly curated or polished, but golden in their own way – the kind of memories that live longer than anything you’ll scroll past.

So if the days have felt full of noise lately, and the kids are welded to devices and everyone’s calendar is a blur — why not think about a summer week with us?

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