Living in deepest Dartmoor means I’m no stranger to wild weather – but further west, on the Cornish coast, things can get really hairy, especially when a big storm decides to make landfall, having rolled in unchecked across the Atlantic.
Such situations are, inevitably, all the more common during the winter months, when strong winds, broiling seas, hammering rain and regular bouts of thunder and lightning serve as a reminder of nature’s power that can be simultaneously thrilling and disturbing to watch. So if you’re in the mood to seek out some winter sun as an antidote to the gloom of a year-end Britain, it’s probably unwise to head west right now. But if you’re the type who appreciates the romance in watching (and hearing) the winter weather at its mightiest while being cosseted in the lap of luxury, Cornwall’s five-star Headland hotel is laying on special “storm-watching” breaks between now and the end of March.
Situated on a private clifftop overlooking Cornwall’s Fistral beach (a world-renowned surfing spot), The Headland offers direct access to both the romantically windswept shore and the famous south-west coast path – although sitting beside a roaring fire in the hotel lounge with a good single malt in hand to watch the scene unfold through its floor-to-ceiling windows is also an option.
Three-night “Storm Chasing” breaks are available in the hotel proper at a starting price of £270 (including one free night and full Cornish breakfast) or, from £375 (also for three-night bookings), guests may go “Storm Watching” at one of The Headland’s five-star self-catering cottages. Each one features either views to the sea or a private garden area, and all Storm Watching packages include complimentary vouchers worth up to £240 to use in The Headland’s restaurants and spa.
The spa has a “Cornish salt” steam room, hydrotherapy pool and Swedish sauna – while the really hardy can take advantage of the Surf Sanctuary’s surfing, stand-up paddleboard, and coasteering classes. So don’t forget your wetsuit. Or, more importantly, your slippers…