The girls won't remember their time living in a yurt which is a shame - they have spent almost a quarter of their lives here. In this time they have learned how to crawl, how to pull themselves up to a stand, how to wave (at people, animals, inanimate objects), how to feed themselves and have each grown six teeth. So as major life events go, living in a yurt isn't really a biggy. They do seem quite at home here though. My many and varied domestic goddess ways don't include ho

3.30am. It sounds like a Boeing 747 is taking off outside the yurt. I've never heard wind like this before. The noise is literally deafening. Gusts build and howl around us and I lie, frozen, waiting for something to give - the yurt to suddenly uproot or a tree to appear through the roof. Then it all goes eerily quiet momentarily... (and breathe)...before the next gust comes bellowing. I'm on my own with the girls tonight. Therefore 'in charge' and feeling ill equipped for th

We don't really like the term 'Glamping', I personally prefer 'Boutique Camping' (as we called it in my Electric Picnic days). Whatever term you choose we have decided to set up an eco yurt campsite. We had been pondering an alternative way to earn a crust, one which didn't involve a numbing commute or working to fund someone else's retirement. So...a small number of nicely furnished, heated yurts positioned a distance from each other for privacy, each with its own lake view,

In August 2014 we spotted a patch of Donegal wilderness available for sale online. The photos showed a rather murky boggy hill, not particularly appealing. It did have two lakes though, the ad’ claimed, which piqued our interest. We had been keeping our eyes open for a spot of land for a business idea and in the absence of any better or affordable places we decided, unenthusiastically, to check it out. It rained non-stop the day we went to view it. The type of depressing day