If you are searching for a secluded, intimate setting to celebrate a special occasion, you will find that the Hazelnut Inn is, as our guests have said, “perfect for a quiet, romantic, couples getaway.”

A Sanctuary Designed For Two

Our magical hotel is a tiny collection of private retreats designed to ensure a quiet, personal sanctuary. Each of our three suites features a private entrance through its own garden so that, as our guests have shared, “the moment we shut the garden gate, the outside world disappeared and was forgotten.”

Whether you choose the North Star, Under Hill, or Copper Crown, your suite is filled with features tailored for couples:

Secret Gardens: Every suite includes a private garden where you can relax together under the stars.

Soaker Tubs: Inside, the luxury continues with deep soaker tubs built for two.

King-Size Beds: Sleep soundly while tucked into the Captain’s quarters of the North Star or nestled beneath the Under Hill tree’s twining roots.

Escape Into Your Imagination

The Hazelnut Inn is designed to let you step inside your very own fairytale, whether you are crossing a fish-filled moat into the Copper Crown or snuggling up inside the Under Hill. One guest recently declared their stay “the most magical, wonderful, relaxing and peaceful experience I’ve ever had.”

If you are planning a milestone anniversary or a quiet escape for two, we invite you to explore our suites and discover your own storybook getaway.

We’d love for you to join us for an open house to explore our newest suite: The Copper Crown.

• When: Saturday, June 6, 2026 (starting right after the Yarrow Days parade)

• Where: 42402 Yarrow Central Rd, Chilliwack, BC

Come wander through our hand-sculpted halls, explore the heights of the tower bedroom, and discover the secret passage leading to the castle’s library, where a hand-carved stone fireplace anchors the room.

Keep a lookout for the heavy cast-iron cauldron hanging over the glowing hearth. You might notice it’s a Size 3 cauldron — a rare find that, as any seasoned potions master knows, holds 50% more magic than the Standard Size 2.

We can’t wait to give you the grand tour!

In the village of Yarrow, where the summer lingers and the Vedder River whispers its secrets to the salmonberries, there resides a cunicular gentleman of the most respectable and subterranean sort — one P. H. Burrows.

One might easily mistake his home, the Under Hill, for a mere swelling of the earth, were it not for a pair of stout doors that beckon with the promise of tea and tranquility.

An Inheritance of Hearth & Hill

The Burrows family has lived beneath this gentle slope for time out of mind. While it may have begun as a simple hole in the ground, each successive generation added its own architectural flourishes, transforming the burrow into a very fine home indeed — a place so cozy and magical it feels like a world unto itself.

To ensure the comforts of the hearth were accessible to all, Mr. Burrows’ umpteenth-great-grandparents decreed that the Under Hill be a residence of the ground-floor variety, entirely level and without a single tiresome stair.

Dreams Under Watchful Eyes

This commitment to comfort is woven into the very fabric of the bedroom nook, where Mr. Burrows sleeps on no mere straw pallet, but a sumptuous king-size bed draped in linens as soft as the underside of a willow leaf.

Above the headboard, his twice-great-grandfather carved two owls with feathers so fine one expects them to rustle in the night; the old man maintained that they’d swoop down to catch bad dreams before they could ever alight on a sleeper’s brow.

A Symphony of Spice & Steam

The kitchen reflects a similar ancestral care, thanks to Mr. Burrows’ thrice-great-grandmother. A woman whispered to be capable of brewing a change in the wind, she added a little scullery and filled it with all manner of treats and fizzy drinks. Upon the shelves, she placed jars of spices—their glass bellies full of spices of amber and deep green — so that the air remains perpetually seasoned with the faint, comforting scent of cardamom and thyme.

As a final touch of luxury, Mr. Burrows’ own grandfather installed a tub of magnificent proportions, declaring that a long soak was the only civilized way to wash away the dust of a day’s labour.

The Call of the Blue Horizon

Mr. Burrows was quite pleased with his settled life until one golden morning, when a strange, restless twitching seized his nose. “My home is a fine thing,” he murmured to himself, “but a gentleman must occasionally see where the horizon dips into the blue.”

An Open Door for the Weary Traveller

And so, he dusted his tweed waistcoat and stepped beyond his familiar threshold. With a stout walking stick and a heart full of trepidation, Mr. Burrows trotted forth, leaving the safety of his ancestral refuge for the magnificent, perilous unknown.

He won’t stay away forever, but while he is gone, he has left his storybook cottage in the care of those who appreciate the finer things — namely, a king-size bed tucked beneath twining roots and a soaker tub deep enough to drown all the worries of a dusty traveller. We hope you will come for a visit soon.