The Tree Houses in Havern, Ånge, Sweden is an amazingly interesting property and it’s only $53,060 approx USD. It’s the opportunity to take over the business and become the owner of 3 beautiful houses that hang firmly in the treetops on a small island in Lake Havern.
The architect-designed this treehouse with two floors and two generously sized double beds.
Isn’t it a unique design?
This home offers the most fun and unusual experience.
There is a simply equipped outdoor kitchen where you can prepare your own food.
I suppose that the owner could stay in one and rent out the other two, if he wants.
At ground level there is a service house with a summer shower and toilet.
The smallest building is so cute, it’s like a little pod. It has a tiny kitchen facility, and a small place to sit. I would imagine that the vacationer would bring a sleeping bag or tent for the evenings.
Isn’t it cute?
The 3rd building is a cabin called The Tree House.
The tree house, which was designed by the Association of the Islands, has a large room with room for two bunk beds, an outdoor kitchen and a large balcony facing the lake.
This one is for people who like a more traditional camping experience.
This one has a beautiful water front location.
All on a private island.
https://www.husmanhagberg.se/objekt/tradhusen-i-havern-overturingen/OBJ18522_1961885534/
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Windy night (golden guard x reader)
word count: 778 words
estimate of reading time: 3 minutes
-you and the hexide squad go camping and Hunter has a nightmare
-tw: none (I think)
-don’t be shy and correct any of my mistakes
-requests are open
Luz put out the fire and the only light that was left was from a few light spells that just floated around. From your hammock you watched as her shadow slowly dissapeared into Amity’s tent and then gave your attention to the slowly fading light orbs.
All focun on your surrounding or time was lost as you stared at them and let your imagination carry you away. It wasn’t until they completely faded away that you realised everyone else had gone to sleep. You looked around and checked everyone.
Willow and Gus sleeping on the ground in sleeping bags, Luz and her girlfriend in a tent, Hunter in a treehouse on the tree where your hammock was tied and of course you in mentioned hammock.
Everything was peacefull and quiet but you couldn’t sleep. You carefuly crawled out of your hammock and went to sit on a big rock where you could look at all the stars the night brought. You pointed out different stars and constellations to yourself and watched as clouds hid the moon and then revealed it again, time to time something shined with a stronger light, something with a weaker one and you listened as the breeze made trees dance.
After a long time of this you finally felt the tiredness wash over you. You got up and walked back, ready to go to sleep.
You carefully entered your hammock and closed your eyes, only shoot up with shock when Hunter upstairs fell of the bed, or at least you thought so. You sighned and went to check up on it. You climbed a ladder to the treehouse and opened the half broken door with a creak.
There on the floor he sat in tears, his arms around his knees. ,,Hunter? What’s going on?” Softly you said and kneeled down to him. ,,Y/n?” He looked at you though them. You sat next to him and hesitantly put your arm on his back.
,,Yea it’s just me.” He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. ,,It was just a nightmare. I’m fine.” He stated and whiped his tears away. ,,Hunter I know damn well you aren’t fine, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting on the floor in tears.” You rubbed circles on his back and he looked for a right reply. To you the silence was getting a little awkward after a while of quiet so you spoke up. ,,You were in Belos’ mind again right?” He sniffed and nodded. ,,Wanna talk about it?” ,,No, i’m just tired.” This time you nodded and continued rubbing his back. Hunter leaned into you and rested his head on your shoulder. You could feel his body losing it’s energy as he drifted off to sleep.
You picked up his limp body and put him back to his bed. He rolled to his side away from you, facing the wall. You walked out of the treehouse and climbed down the lader, finally laying down in your hammock and falling asleep.
As the night continued the wind picked up a bit and the treehouse creaked when the tree it was build on moved. Hunter, being a very light sleeper woke up from the creaking and sat up, confused. ,,Y/n?” He looked around for you but there were no signs that you were there. He whiped the sleep out of his eyes and let them adjust to the dark.
When he could see at least something he stood up and left the treehouse, looking for you. He found your hammock in a bit and sat down next to it, leaning onto the tree it was tied to.
The wind still continued in it’s midnight dancing and the trees danced with it, though it was getting a little bit cold and Hunter shivered, becouse he was only in his pajamas, sitting on the, quite cold, ground.
He looked up to you in your hammock and the sight of you made him warm up at least a little. But then tha wind blew around him and he was cold again. ,,Y/n?” He poked a finger into your cheek. You grumbled and opened your eyes. ,,What do you waaant?” You murmured half asleep. ,,Uh I was um wondering if I could sleep here.” You looked at him for with your half closed eyes. ,,Do what you want, just lemme sleeeep.” You finally said and closed your eyes again.
He slightly smiled and carefuly went in your hammock, snuggling up to you, laying his head on your chest and you snaked your arms around him. Your body warmth warmed him up along with his blushing face as Hunter drifted off to sleep.
I feel like I haven’t done the best with this one but I was thinking about this for long tme and just wanted to get it done. Also when I proofread it it felt a little rushed but who am I to judge for others.
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18. I know autumn camping trips are totally aesthetic but it’s cold as shit in this tent, can we snuggle? with the Giant JatP Polycule because they would go on the most memorable camping trips and also snuggles
When Carrie said she was taking them camping for Reggie's birthday, they'd been... well, not surprised. Okay, they'd been surprised. Because Carrie was more the 'ski chalet in Switzerland' type, not the 'tents at a national park' type. But it's what Reggie had asked for, a real camping trip with s'mores and ghost stories and cuddles.
When Willie, who was either the bravest or at least the person who feared death and dismemberment the least, pointed out Carrie didn't seem like the 'sleeping on the ground' type, Carrie sniffed disdainfully. "Who says we're sleeping on the ground?" she asked, as if offended by the question.
She'd given them a list of things to pack, told them she'd take care of the rest, and the rest was history.
When they got to the camp site in the big almost-but-not-quite-we're-being-casual limo, and piled out, there was a beautiful big round yurt waiting for them. The wooden deck went all the way around, with a hot tub on one side. There was a fire pit, and an outdoor shower (as well as an indoor one, Carrie quickly clarified), and a big swing set that Luke and Willie immediately raced to.
"Oh my god, peach blossom, this is the most incredible thing ever," Reggie whispered, grabbing Carrie in a bear hug and twirling her around. She didn't even protest that much, since there was nobody around but the driver, who was ignoring them to carry in all the bags of food and stock the fridge.
"I know it's not exactly a musty sleeping bag on the floor of Mister Molina's old tent, but..." She rolled her eyes. Julie snorted, because even though she loved their old tent, it had also... seen better days. And probably wasn't big enough to hold all of them.
This place, though... It was huge. The bed was big enough that a fair number of them would fit, but there were also a set of bunk beds behind a little screen. The place had a little kitchen with a fridge, hotplate, and microwave, there was a real bathroom, and a cozy looking fireplace with an honest to god couch and sheepskin rug on the floor.
The first two days were great. They made s’mores, they sang campfire songs, Reggie and Willie had a competition on who could jump further from the swings. They tried out the hot tub, and maybe made out a little in the hot tub. At night, they watched the stars and Willie pointed out constellations, telling the most beautiful stories about them. Reggie kept quiet about the fact that he was bullshitting, prodding Flynn when she attempted to call him out. He liked Willie’s stories.
Everything was amazing... until the firewood ran out. And the glamping people didn’t respond to Carrie’s texts.
“It’s okay, we can just forage for branches for the fire pit,” Reggie soothed her. He didn’t want her to get all worked up and ruin her own trip. Willie and Alex immediately volunteered as well, and Luke tagged along mostly so he could sword-fight Willie with assorted sticks, while Julie and Flynn scouted the area in case there was like, a shed with more stock nearby.
They still had a campfire that night, and it was still awesome. Except that night when they went to bed, they realized that no logs meant no fancy fireplace. Which meant no heat.
“It’s fine,” Reggie tried again. “The blankets are really warm, and the coffee table thing is a whole chest with more blankets.” So they piled more blankets on the big bed, as well as the bunk beds for the people who’d chosen ‘freedom from poky elbows’ (Alex) and ‘proper beauty sleep’ (Flynn and Carrie).
It was a little after one in the morning when Reggie felt something cold press against his calves. “Gah,” he said, flailing awake. Carrie shushed him. He squirmed out of Julie’s grasp just enough to turn around. “Whasswrong?” he asked, wrapping his arms around Carrie.
“It’s cold,” she complained, burying her icy nose against Reggie’s chest.
“Not in the cuddle pile,” he assured her, snuggling close. Fifteen minutes later, just as he was dozing off, he was woken up again by Flynn throwing her extra blankets on the bed before unceremoniously climbing over him and shoving herself between Julie and Willie.
Alex didn’t last much longer. “Well now I feel left out,” he said from across the room, before shuffling over with his own extra blankets. It was a tight squeeze, but Luke was more than happy to pretend he was a weighted blanket, sprawled mostly on top of a shivering Alex, until they all drifted off to sleep, cozy and warm again.
The next morning, after getting a response from the Glamping Manager that they’d be by with more firewood the next day, Alex shook his head. “Nuh-uh, I’m not doing that again,” he said. With a glint in his eye, he strode over to the wall, grabbing the probably-only-there-for-decoration axe off the hooks. Then he strode outside confidently.
“Do we... do we trust Alex with an axe?” Flynn asked.
“Honestly, Alex is the only one of us I’d trust with an axe,” Julie said. The rest of them pondered this for a moment, before nodding.
“Besides, he’s got them... drummer muscles,” Reggie said dreamily. This kickstarted Willie into action, hurrying out the door of the tent after Alex.
“Come on,” he called behind them. “You’re gonna miss the show.”
Watching Alex take out his frustration on a fallen tree until they had at least enough wood to get them through the night without freezing was totally worth it, even if they had to collect more sticks for the s’mores fire. Still, as Carrie tilted her head at Alex chopping out his rage at Cold Toes All Night, taking off his hoodie and revealing only a tank top underneath before getting back to it, she mused it was a shame they didn’t have some nice lawn chairs and drinks to watch this view.
“Best birthday ever,” Reggie whispered.
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