At the Hazelnut Inn, suites aren't just rooms—they are immersive love letters written in architecture. Every twisted root in the Under Hill and every seashell lantern aboard the North Star was crafted as a physical tribute to the notion of shared fantasy. We’ve  carved out a sanctuary for those who still believe in magic.

When the outside world grows too loud, your quiet moments of connection can be the first to fade. We designed these suites to bring them back. You’ll feel the intention in the heavy pull of a custom-carved door, the radiant warmth of tile floors beneath your feet, and the private garden under the stars.

Whether you’re retreating into a cozy subterranean burrow or ascending into a fairytale castle, you are stepping into an architectural romance. 

Put down the to-do list. Leave the world behind. Rediscover your love story within ours…

Who is Philbert?

Well dear… If you ever visit us at the Hazelnut Inn — which is less of a hotel and more of a daydream that someone accidentally built out of bricks — you’ll find Philbert’s the name on the door — or at least the official email address. He’s our caretaker; our groundskeeper; our warden of passwords; and, despite all his muttering about “infernal technology,” it’s Philbert’s Netflix account you’ll be borrowing during your stay.

Now Philbert, bless his slightly threadbare cardigan, isn't one for the limelight. Like the Under Hill's elusive Mr. Burrows, he sometimes seems more myth than man — and he certainly isn’t your typical groundskeeper. His quiet presence is a steady anchor against the tides of the world. He’s the one who makes sure your fairytale isn’t interrupted by anything as gauche as a leaky tap or a wilting fern.

And the Hazelnut Inn thrives under his care; the beds are absurdly comfortable; the gardens impossibly vibrant; the Wi-Fi inexplicably speedy.

The legend around here (which is a grand word for what is essentially hotel gossip) is that he isn’t just the Hazelnut Inn’s caretaker; he’s part of the inn — a fairy creature woven into its very foundations. And not the “Tinkerbell” variety either — he’s far too tall and much too interested in drainage — he’s the ancient kind. The kind that remembers when the Avallana’s captain was just a girl with a wooden sword.

It’s why he’s so good at maintaining the Copper Crown — he’s not fixing a castle; he’s tapping into ancient ley lines. Mind you, Philbert doesn’t do anything flashy. You won't find him flying through the northern sky in a streak of pure light. He prefers the quiet satisfaction of a well-swept path and a guest who hasn’t noticed that the indoor temperature is exactly 20 degrees, regardless of the weather outside.

In short, he’s the reason the Hazelnut Inn is such a magical little hotel. And that, my dear, is the simple, slightly spurious, utterly charming truth about Philbert.

In the village of Yarrow, tucked away from the country road and its restless motorcars, lies a lodging of uncommon character — the Under Hill Suite at the Hazelnut Inn.

Imagine, if you will, a door under the roots of a great, twisted old tree, leading into a sanctuary that is quite the most delightful place a traveler could desire.

Beyond its heavy gate lies a walled garden, a private patch of the world where time itself seems to slow its pace. Here, the gentle music of a waterfall mingles with the crackle of an outdoor fireplace, perfect for contemplating the stars without a whisper of the outside world to interrupt your tranquility.

Inside, the suite is full of earthy comfort — the ceiling itself seems to grow from the very soil above. There are no sharp corners or stumbly stairs here; it is a refuge of peace, boasting a sumptuous king-size bed tucked into its own snug corner. And for the weary bones of a tired wonderer, there is a deep soaker tub, inviting you to sink into its steamy water. While for the hungry traveler, a thoughtful kitchenette stands ready, stocked with the sorts of scrumptious snacks and fizzy beverages.

In this enchanting refuge, every detail is crafted to transport you far from the madding crowd, offering a singular experience of peace and imagination. The Under Hill Suite at the Hazelnut Inn is not just a place to rest one’s head; it is a destination in itself, promising an escape where fantasy and comfort converge, leaving you with memories of a truly magical stay.