Set A Course For The North Star

Ahoy, traveler! Cast your eyes upon the Hazelnut Inn’s North Star Suite, a sanctuary crafted not merely of timber and stone, but of the very dreams that haunt a mariner’s sleep.

You’ll find the threshold of this retreat beneath the keel of the Avellana — a vessel that once outran the King’s cutters and danced through the spindrift of the Spanish Main. Step through its iron gate and you shall find a garden; a verdant treasure-isle hidden from the eyes of landlubbers. Here, waterfalls sing to the ferns, and a fire-bowl casts its flickering light upon relics from a forgotten age.

Within its walls, you’ll find no beggarly comforts but the grandest appointments a buccaneer’s could desire. The air itself seems to carry the scent of subtle spices and old parchment. Every nook is crammed with the salvage of a life spent plying the foam — oddments and arcane trinkets from the very world's end perch upon every shelf.

A tidy galley, well-provisioned with complimentary victuals and spirits of the bean and leaf, ensures you will not go without while under this roof. Moreover, a grand tub waits to soak the brine from your weary bones, and a hearth glows bright enough to guide a ship through a gale.

Tis a snug harbour, indeed, if you should wish to leave the world astern, and find your own hidden treasure behind its doors.