The Oast
Two kilns, an AGA and four beds. Available now.
Reserve
The estate
Fifteen acres on the ridge above Frant, farmed under one name or another since 1830. There is an oast house with two kilns, an orchard gone comfortably wild, a meadow that is cut once a year and left alone the rest of it, and a family who live at the other end of the yard. Nothing here has been styled to within an inch of its life. It has simply been looked after.
Guests take The Oast. The rest of the estate — the paths, the parkland oaks, the long view south towards the Weald — comes with it.
The Oast
A round room, a warm AGA
From £185 / nightSleeps four. AGA kitchen and an American fridge. A boot room for wet dogs and wetter children, a washing machine and a heated air dryer for the days the Weald does what the Weald does. Dogs welcome. No cot, no high chair.
Minimum two nights. The George at Frant is a short walk for dinner.
Check availabilityComing to the meadow
The Hathaway Huts
Coming soon · in planningHathaway is the dairy name preserved on the old milk churns associated with this farm, and it is the name the huts will carry. Two shepherd's huts, set in the left meadow beyond the second tree line, with trees and rising landscape between them and the main yard. Private, quiet, and rooted in the working agricultural story of the estate rather than added on top of it.
The two huts are one stay. They are always used and booked together, never separately, so a family has the whole of it: somewhere to cook and sit, somewhere to sleep, and the meadow in between.
Join the first-to-stay listNo dates, prices or bookings yet — we will write to the list first.
The living hut
A kitchen, a sitting space and a wood-burning stove.
The sleeping hut
A double bed, a children's bunk room and a shower room.
Estate extras
A little more
Breakfast brought to the door, something chilled for arrival, a proper welcome for the dog, or in time a private soak beneath the Sussex sky. Everything is arranged in advance and left ready for you.
To request now
- Farm breakfast hamper
- Locally sourced and seasonal, left ready for your first morning.
- Sussex sparkling wine on arrival
- A bottle chilled in the fridge, waiting when you open the door.
- British-Australian welcome basket
- A restrained nod to both halves of the family.
- Winston's welcome
- A bed, bowls and towels for visiting members of #winstonsfriends.
- Estate honey
- From the meadow hives, to enjoy here or take home.
Planned · coming later
- Private hot tub
- In planning, not yet installed and not available to book. We will say so here when it is ready.
The family
British by half, Australian by the other
Ali is a Brit. Sharon is Australian, from Beaufort in western Victoria, and has views about how a kettle should be filled. Their son Eddie was born into both halves and treats the meadow as an extension of the house. Winston, a golden retriever, has been on the payroll since 2021 and considers arrivals his personal business.
Between them they have spent the past few years putting the oast back into use, one room at a time, keeping the parts worth keeping.
“We didn't want a hotel. We wanted somewhere people would want to come back to in a different season.”
#winstonsfriends
Winston's Friends
One dog per stay, welcomed properly: a bed by the AGA, bowls, towels at the boot room door and fifteen acres to be sensible in. Winston will meet you at the gate whether or not this was agreed in advance.
Tag your stay #winstonsfriends.
Plan a dog-friendly stay
Families
Deer at the field edge, first thing
Children do well here, largely because there is nothing to do. Deer cross the parkland at dawn. There are eggs to collect, an orchard to climb and a meadow path that takes exactly as long as a small pair of legs allows.
The Oast sleeps four. Please note there is no cot and no high chair.
A vignette
The Morgan
A 1980 Morgan 4/4, ash frame and all, in British Racing Green. It is the reason the estate's colour was never really up for discussion: the green on every sign, every letterhead and every gate here was matched to the paint on that bonnet.
It lives in the barn, comes out on dry Sundays and is entirely unsuited to a Sussex lane in February. This has not stopped anyone.
