For generations out of mind, the Burrows clan has held the Under Hill, a residence so thoroughly established in the hillside that the very roots of the ancient tree above have grown into the ceiling to keep them company.

Its current occupant, one P. H. Burrows, is a leporine gentleman of good sense and better taste.

A Splendid Subterranean Scullery

While his family home might once have been a trifle rustic — not that the old tunnels were ever inadequate, you understand, for a Burrows has never been known to tolerate a draft — his forebears each had a hand in its refinement. Under their care, the Under Hill ceased to be a mere residence and became a masterpiece of subterranean engineering.

His many-greats-grandmother, for instance, believed one should never be more than six paces from a biscuit or a cool drink, and so designed a scullery that could hold enough nibbles to last through a fortnight of heavy rains. From its root-ribbed ceiling, she hung bundles of dried flowers, ensuring the air was perpetually seasoned with the faint, comforting scent of lavender and thistle.

The Silent Sentinels

The bed-nook, too, received a personal touch from Mr. Burrows’ great-great-grandfather. Being a fellow of deep sentiment and perhaps a touch of superstition, he felt his room required “watchers” — silent sentinels to preside over his peaceful slumber. He set his chisel to work upon his stout bedposts, and now, there dwell a pair of hand-carved owls. These are not the screeching, flighty sorts that pester one in the dark woods, but owls of a most dignified and sedentary character.

The Liquid Depths

Throughout all these improvements, the family remained steadfast in their disdain for verticality. “Steps,” they were often heard to mutter, “are for the flighty and the feather-brained.” Consequently, the renovations ensured the entire burrow remained perfectly level, allowing visitors with wheeled-conveyances to navigate with ease.

Perhaps the most “progressive” addition, however, was the ultra-deep soaking tub set between massive stones. Mr. Burrows’ own grandfather spent many an afternoon ensuring it was the exact depth required for a gentleman to submerge himself entirely, leaving only his nose above the water.

A Sudden Departure

Mr. Burrows thoroughly enjoyed the peace and quiet the Under Hill provided, but one morning at breakfast, he had a peculiar notion. “It’s a day,” he murmured to his reflection in a polished spoon, “to see a bit of the world.” Donning his finest waistcoat, he stepped outside and into the golden wash of sunlight. He did not really mean to go on an adventure, but one thing led to another, and off he’s gone.

While he’s away, he has left his Under Hill refuge for those weary travellers who seek to live, for a time, with a bit of comfort — we hope you will come for a visit soon.

It can be easy to get caught up in the relentless rhythm of your daily life.  Finding a quiet moment alone together can sometimes take a back seat to a busy schedule. And, while the Pacific Northwest is full of beautiful weekend spots, crossing the border might be exactly what you need to truly unplug and reset.

Just a short drive from you — in the quiet village of Yarrow, British Columbia — we built the Hazelnut Inn as a peaceful, adults-only sanctuary where couples like you can slow down, take a deep breath, and focus entirely on one another.

No Flights, No Ferries, Just A Quick Drive

And, as a bonus, getting here is pretty painless. A straightforward drive north on Interstate 5 swaps the crowded city highways for open, mountain-framed views of the Fraser Valley in just about two and a half hours. You completely skip the hassle of airport security lines and ferry timetables, making it an easy choice for a spontaneous weekend away or a quiet anniversary celebration.

Trading your familiar city streets for a scenic cross-border road trip gives you a total change of scenery without the exhaustion of a long travel day.

Handcrafted Details & Storybook Charm

We poured our hearts into handcrafting every corner of our magical little hotel, shaping the timbers, bricks, and custom sculptures to feel like a storybook come to life. The moment you close your private garden gates, the outside world just fades away, replaced by the gentle sound of courtyard waterfalls.

Inside your suite, you’ll find a blend of old-world charm and modern comfort, complete with deep soaking tubs built for two. You’ll love the small, playful touches we’ve added to make your stay memorable, like board games, yummy treats, and private ponds where you can spend a quiet afternoon feeding the fish.

Choose Your Own Fairy-Tale Sanctuary

Every couple relaxes differently, so we designed three distinct spaces to match your ideal getaway style.

If you love the romance of the sea, you can unwind under the star-mapped ceilings of our North Star Suite.

If you prefer the idea of a cozy, hidden hideaway, you can curl up next to a glowing hearth in our rustic Under Hill Suite.

And, for those of you who want to feel a bit like royalty, the soaring stonework of our Copper Crown Suite offers a majestic space to relax.

Whichever you choose, each suite is a completely private world built just for two.

We’re Ready When You Are

Escaping your daily routine is simple when your destination is built around rest and creativity. Whether you are celebrating a special milestone or simply need a few days to reconnect, we would love to welcome you across the border for your next getaway.

Whenever you are ready to pack your bags, you can find our current availability right here on our website.

Some foundations are laid in myth rather than mortar. If your heart beats to the rhythm of a distant tide, you will eventually find your way to the North Star.

There, the weathered hull of the Avellana pierces the stone tower like an salt-bitten thorn. The ship still vibrates with the pulse of Temperance Longbottom, a woman so resolute that sea parted to let her pass.

As a child, Temperance possessed a green thumb so potent that yarrow bloomed at the sound of her laughter. But the valley grew too small for a heart that beat in time with the tides. She traded her garden for the salt-sprayed deck of the Avellana, a vessel navigated by the scent of destiny rather than the stars. As Captain, she became a legend in the indigo mists — a woman who once routed a pirate fleet not with a cannonade, but with a gaze so steady it calmed the sea.

From those villains, she reclaimed wonders that defied reason: coins that sang in ancient tongues and limestone giants who wept the brine of forgotten oceans. Temperance could feel the thrumming magic within these relics, yet she could never wield it. Haunted by the beauty she could not wake, she spent her twilight years on a feverish odyssey to return every artifact to its rightful shore, chasing the mirage of Atlantis until the horizon finally claimed her.

Temperance vanished into the deep, but her ship refused to sink. Carried by a final, impossible wind, the Avellana took to the sky, sailing over mountains to embed itself forever into the walls of her childhood home.

If you feel your heart beating in time with a tide you cannot see, come to the North Star. The stone giants still sleep in the garden, dreaming of the deep, and the Avellana sits waiting for a new soul to take the wheel.