Tariff and Availability

To send us a booking enquiry simply click the date of the first night's stay.  You will then be asked to enter a few more details regarding your stay.  Once you have entered the information, click 'submit' to send us your enquiry and we will respond as soon as we can.

Please do not hesitate to contact us if the dates you require are not available. We can then contact you in the event of a cancellation.

If the number of nights you require do not fit the options available please do contact us as we try to be a flexible as possible.

Visitors are respectfully requested not to arrive before 4pm and leave no later than 10am on day of departure unless pre arranged.

Rates Based on Two Sharing are £50 pppn with in room breakfasts as described on the Bed & Breakfast page - Please contact us for prices for three or more people sharing.


Blog - the latest from Tugford Farm Accommodation in Shropshire...

For those of you who don't know the area of outstanding beauty in which we live you might be interested to read an article written by Julian Glover published in The Spectator last month. It sums up perfectly how I feel when riding on and around The Brown Clee Hill. You can read the whole article by clicking on the photo in the 'General' section of our photos but here's a snipit which mentions us too! 'I found the land of lost content last week, west of the Clee Hills in the Shropshire Housman wrote about, but hardly knew. It is deep England, thick with trees, stone-built farms that look like forts and tracks in gullies cut by ancient feet. The villages here have rhythmic names: Bouldon, Peaton and Cockshutford — or simple Heath, where there is now no village at all, only the pure Norman chapel standing in grass with its long old iron key on a hook outside. It was built for a settlement lost at the Black Death. Few sounds here are unnatural: you hear birdsong more than cars or planes. I was riding my horse James, with two friends on Cassie and Rubin, along paths bursting with nettles. We scrambled over streams and slippery red mud on to the Brown Clee Hill by Nordy Bank, where our horses nibbled at turf on Neolithic ramparts. There is no better way to get the feel of the place you are in, above the ground but travelling slowly enough to sense changes you miss in a car. The parkland of the Burwarton Estate gave way to the fringes of the Midlands, where we rode through wheat fields and eyed up hunt jumps before we climbed into the marches, heading for friends who live outside Craven Arms, the only town to be built by a railway junction named after a pub. At friendly Tugford Farm we stabled our horses and ourselves'

14th August 2017

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