I’ll never forget the drive down to our holiday spot in North Devon – what should’ve been a straightforward jaunt from Barnstaple turned into a comedy of errors thanks to my hopeless sense of direction. We’d loaded up the car with enough snacks, beach gear, and kids’ toys to fill a small removals van, and I was convinced I’d plugged the right postcode into the satnav. Big mistake. Halfway along those narrow Devon lanes, with hedges brushing the wing mirrors, the thing cheerfully announced we’d missed a turn and rerouted us through what felt like a farmer’s private track. Cue the husband white-knuckling the wheel, me frantically waving a soggy map (why did I even pack that?), and the kids chanting “Are we there yet?” from the back seat. We arrived at the Corffe Estate on the outskirts of Tawstock in a right flap, about 20 minutes late and covered in crisp crumbs.

But oh, the first glimpse made it all worthwhile. Pulling up to this gorgeous luxury cottage, one of a handful dotted around the estate, I felt that proper holiday buzz kick in – you know, the one where all the pre-trip stress melts away? It sleeps up to ten, so it was spot-on for our rabble of mates and family, and from the outside, it looked like the perfect cosy retreat amid five acres of lush grounds. We tumbled out, still giggling about our navigational disaster, and the anticipation built as we unlocked the door. Inside, it was even better than the photos – spacious, light-filled rooms with everything you could need for a proper unwind. Plump sofas begging for a collapse, a kitchen big enough to rustle up a feast without elbowing anyone, and those little touches like fluffy towels and fresh milk in the fridge that make you feel instantly at home.

We dumped the bags and made a beeline for the shared heated indoor pool just a short stroll away on-site. Pure bliss after the road chaos – the water was warm as toast, and the kids were splashing about like otters while we adults floated, sipping tea from the thermos we’d miraculously not spilled. There’s even an all-weather tennis court if you fancy a knockabout, though I reckon we’ll save that for a drier day. Being so close to Barnstaple meant we could nip out for essentials without hassle, but honestly, who’d want to leave? The grounds are a dream for lazy wanders, and it’s an easy drive to those cracking beaches like Woolacombe or Croyde – we’re already plotting a sandcastle session tomorrow.

Reflecting on it now, that mishap-filled arrival was a blessing in disguise. It reminded me how these little hiccups make the good bits shine brighter. Instead of gliding in all polished, we arrived laughing, ready to let loose in this slice of North Devon heaven. If you’re after a base for family antics or matey get-togethers, with Exmoor’s trails just begging for a hike and the sea on your doorstep, this is the spot. We’re hooked – can’t wait to explore more.