The Dark Skies
No light pollution for miles. The Milky Way, shooting stars and, on the right night, the Northern Lights overhead.
An off-grid wild glamping retreat on a hidden peninsula. Only ever two bell tents, and the whole field is yours.
Wild in the real sense. Off-grid, quiet, and open to the sky.
Two tents. A whole field. No-one across the grass but you.
Tucked above the meeting of the Tavy and the Tamar, Damson Keep is a small, private escape on a peninsula almost nobody knows. You'll wake to birdsong, cook over fire, and fall asleep under some of the darkest skies in Devon.
It's a working smallholding with rare-breed sheep, foxgloves and buzzards overhead, set up for two bell tents and no more. Come to reset, to potter, to do gloriously little.
No light pollution for miles. The Milky Way, shooting stars and, on the right night, the Northern Lights overhead.
Five slipways within five minutes. Bring the boat, the paddleboard, the canoe. Few sites let you launch like this.
Buzzards by day, owls after dark, pheasants through the grass. A whole field to yourself and nothing you must do.
A smallholding with rare-breed Dartmoor sheep, and two tame pet lambs the children won't want to leave.

A roomy bell tent with a proper double, a sofa bed and pull-outs, plus a Simba bed that guests don't expect to find under canvas.
A cosy five-metre bell with a double and a sofa bed. Just right for a couple, or a small family who want to keep it simple.
Off-grid by design. There's no mains here. Drinking water, logs and kindling are on site to buy, or bring your own. Dates and prices live on Airbnb.
Check availabilityPresented in grandiose splendour.
Out here the night actually goes dark, with no streetlights and no glow on the horizon. Lie back by the fire and the sky fills in: planets, satellites, the slow wheel of the Milky Way.
Last autumn the Northern Lights came out over the top field. We have the photographs to prove it.


A medieval abbey turned Tudor house, once home to Sir Francis Drake, with gardens and woodland walks above the Tavy.
A Tudor manor and terraced gardens high above the Tamar, with its own quay and riverside paths.
A restored Victorian copper port and open-air museum, with a little train that rattles down into the mine.
The deepest gorge in the South West, with the Whitelady waterfall and a path through wooded ravine on the edge of Dartmoor.
Open moor, granite tors and wild swimming, with the western edge just up the road.
Most are within about half an hour, with Lydford a little further. The slipways and the Tamar Valley Line are closer still.
We're tucked on the Bere peninsula near Lopwell, where the Tavy runs down to meet the Tamar. We'll send exact directions when you book.
I allow myself to slow down, breathe deeply, and feel at peace in nature.
On leads, please. It's a working farm with livestock and close neighbours.
No mains water or power. Bring or buy drinking water; logs and kindling are on site.
Hard standing for a few cars, so you'll drive in and out whatever the weather.
A level driveway at the top of the field; broadly accessible in dry conditions.
It's Devon. The tents are large and fully waterproof, with plenty to do rain or shine.
No loud music, no parties.
Children are very welcome.

















Bookings are handled on Airbnb. Or join the list and we'll tell you the moment each season opens.