Port Eliot is a well kept secret and for the main part I’m glad about that.

A place to discover, to dream, to let go and be enchanted. Set in the St Germans estate, you’ll believe  you’ve been invited to a close friends garden party. As festivals go it’s got Hygge by the bucket load.

And I won’t share photos of the enchanted pathways amongst the rhododendron and the gunnera but leave you to discover them for yourselves.

Campers galore come armed with blankets, tents & fairy lights. A true example of mankind seeking Hygge even when they’ve not yet discovered the word itself.

Where grown up Friends bond over firelight, delighting in simple pleasures of indulgent foods and wines

And younger friends wrestle on the mud flats, caked from top to toe as we all should.

Children’s heroes like Michael Morpurgo step off the page & take time to mingle & chat with such genuine interest as if the forty deep queue in the book tent never existed. 

Where fortunes are told and dreams are inspired. Enlightenment and answers are sought and usually found. 

Dance, sing, live, laugh, swim, learn, empathise, discover.

Bask in quirkiness, escape for awhile and be reminded that the world is a weird and wonderful place.

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