The busier and more fraught with pressures our lives become, the more elaborate the ways in which we choose to escape. “Relaxing” is no longer in the realm of kicking back by the pool or unwinding with something potent over ice; the more our smartphones buzz and apps ding, the more we desire complete and total release. It's no coincidence the past few years have seen the rise and rise of 'kidult' pursuits; grown men and women dressed as Star Wars characters running around a warehouse in Canada Water; people in their forties pelting each other with coloured paint in Wembley Park; hell, you can't even sign up to a simple 5k run these days without waving glo-sticks while panting around the track.
And perhaps nothing encapsulates the kidult phenomenon better than the luxury treehouse. It is the moneyed professional's equivalent of convincing mum to let you sleep the night in your Wendy house. This is very much about kidults at play - only, at The Woodsman's Treehouse in Dorset, playtime is about as luxurious as you can get when you're spending the night up a tree.
