From Oberon and Titania to Johnny Rooster Byron, there has always been deep magic in an English wood. Escape to the forest and re-wild your spirit by camping in the dappled glades of Bradmoor Woods. Nestle into a colourful wooden birdhouse, snuggle down in an old grain silo, climb into an upturned boat hull salvaged from Blakeney or dream the night away in a hundred year old railway carriage, pulled to the woods by shire horses all the way from Swaffham station. All the glamping spaces are imaginatively upcycled with French enamel stoves for keeping cosy on chilly nights. And you’ll love the communal Round House, a log-built gathering place for your group to do yoga, pottery, bushcraft or dance, sing round the fire and have a good old starlight shindig.

This is a truly wild place – summon your inner Bear Grylls, climb trees, sling a hammock and build a den. Your neighbours are foxes, badgers, stoats and weasels, hunting through the bracken at night while you sleep snug in your bed. Red, fallow and roe deer roam through the trees and magnificent buzzards circle, softly mewing overhead. The rare chalk-stream of the River Nar meanders past, teeming with life, refreshingly cold and clear. Perhaps you’ll spy the flashing brilliance of an otter, chasing a brown trout upstream, spot charismatic little water voles, darting mayflies or hear frogs singing in the early springtime. Whatever floats your boat, here you can take refuge from the ordinary.