Wellies, Wine & West
A solo countryside escape, just me and my little man.
Soho Farmhouse has always had a hold on me. We went often in our newlywed years—just the two of us, escaping London for candles, cabins and cocktails. Now, as a little family, it’s become one of those rare places that grows with you. Still just as magical—just different.
This time, it was just West and me. Hubby had to fly out for work last-minute, so we packed our bags, threw on our wellies, and headed to the countryside for a little luxury reset—mother and son style.
Arriving at Our Favourite Escape
The drive is just over an hour—and I love it. That peaceful transition out of the city, the playlist humming, and West babbling in the back with his snacks and toys. It’s always the moment I exhale.
We checked into one of the gorgeous cabins, all soft textures, wood-burning warmth and effortless countryside chic. Soho Farmhouse does rustic like no one else—perfectly imperfect with every detail just right.
Sushi, Rosé & Pen Yen Perfection
Let’s be clear—I was not about to skip Pen Yen. It’s my favourite spot on the property. The sushi is always divine, the rosé flows beautifully, and the restaurant itself is just… elegant. Candlelight, chatter, that signature relaxed glamour.
We had a little early dinner—West was happy with rice and little bites, while I enjoyed every roll like I was on a solo date. Because I sort of was.
Sunshine, Animals & Wildflowers
West was in heaven. He loved wandering the grounds, spotting animals and waving at every horse, chicken, and sheep like they were old friends.
We strolled along warm paths lined with wildflowers, paused to watch ducks glide across the pond, and sat in the sun with juice (his) and rosé (mine). It was peaceful, golden, and exactly what I needed.
Activities (Yes, Even With a Baby)
One thing I love about Farmhouse is how much there is to do—even as a parent. From talks and creative events to proper workouts and a truly fabulous gym, there’s never a dull moment.
We usually go clay shooting as a couple—hubby’s a brilliant shot. I’m not. I’m all rage and no aim, which somehow suits me. I skipped it this time (West is more of a cuddle than a cartridge sort of guy), but I’ll be back.
A Sunday Roast to Remember
On our last day, we stayed for the Sunday roast, which is an institution in itself. Crackling, gravy, the fluffiest roast potatoes—all served in the warm, buzzy atmosphere that makes you feel like you’re part of some impossibly chic countryside cult. In the best way.
West devoured it. As did I.
The Real Luxury
What I’ll remember most is how easy it felt. How still. How full of love. Just me and my boy, wrapped in sunshine, playing, laughing, cuddling in the cabin with the windows open and birdsong floating in.
And when he fell asleep, I wasn’t far behind—tucked into bed with our dog, dessert, a glass of wine, and Game of Thrones. Just peaceful, simple indulgence. The good kind.
We didn’t do it all. We just did enough. And it was perfect.
The Luxury Mummy xo
