Your Home for the Weekend

Coed Hills is a place unlike anywhere else, an eco-community spread across more than 100 acres of woodland and countryside, home to its own stone circle built in the early 2000's with sacred intention, a lake, pond, meadow, and a beautiful wooden barn space. There's a woodland classroom, wood-fired saunas, and fire pits ready for ancestral and bardic gatherings under an open sky.

From the stone circle, the view stretches clean across the Severn channel across to Devon, one of those views that stops conversation. Nearby, a forest garden of medicinal and edible plants is tended by the community's own gardeners, one of many quiet things here worth discovering.

Accommodation ranges from quirky cabins and a rustic yurt to cosy pods and a large camping field, with showers, toilet facilities and a wood-fired sauna all on site.

You'll feel the land the moment you arrive. As autumn settles in, the last wildflowers and herbs, the bees and butterflies still on the wing, and the birds overhead all greet you, and the sunsets from the stone circle, as the sun drops low across the valley, are nothing short of magnificent.

The Weekend

Friday - Gather at the Fire

• We begin the way people have always begun. Around a fire, as the light goes.

You will hear a living story told aloud, woven with sound - a tale of the old relationships between people and the fair folk, the elementals, the small bright beings of joy who share these woods with us.

• Then the fire opens up to you.

This is where we get to know each other, by sharing our own wildest
brushes with the otherworldly. Everyone has one. You will not be the odd one out here.

Saturday - Make Your Mask, Find Your Wild

• After breakfast, we go inward before we go making.

Victoria will guide you on a journey through your own inner-mythic landscape, using gentle self-hypnosis and sound to help you meet your Awen, the flowing spirit of inspiration that lives in every one of us. You will meet a part of your own story you may not have met before.

• Then we make our masks

Working with natural materials and with the help of artists who work with Awen every day, you will craft a mask that carries what you found inside.
Later, the light shifts. You will be called to wait, mask in hand, until the sound of the carnyx, the tall Celtic horn, comes to find you and lead you down into the music.

• Then we welcome Mwsog, our live ritual band

& you dance. Masked, wild, laughing, moving like the child in you always wanted to. This is the joy we came for.

Sunday - The Quiet Woods

• Sunday morning we keep in silence, and it is a gift.

We open with a mugwort sound ceremony to settle you, then a slow, sensory walk through the trees where nothing is asked of you but to notice. The smell of moss. The cool of the air. Birdsong. Bark under your fingers.
Out of that quiet comes poetry. You will write, not to be clever, but to catch what the woods gave you. We gather in a circle to share and to be heard, then rest and take the afternoon slow.
As evening comes, we close with fire, weaving your poems from the morning into the flames.

• The Fire Jam - A Noson Lawen

The last night belongs to everyone.
A surprise storyteller of these lands opens the evening, and then the fire becomes a noson lawen, the old Welsh "merry night" of song, verse and shared talent. Bring your voice. Bring an instrument. Bring the words rattling around in you. This is culture the way it was always meant to be - not performed at us, but made together, around the flames.