Most of us who grew up on The Chronicles of Narnia remember the feeling more than the plot. The hush of the wardrobe door closing behind you. The crunch of snow that shouldn't be there. The sense that you've stepped, by accident, into somewhere the ordinary rules don't apply. That feeling is exactly what we want guests to have when they walk across the field to their cabin. You park the car, close the gate behind you, follow the path through the long grass, and somewhere along the way the week you've just had starts falling off your shoulders. Each cabin is named for a character chosen because something about them felt right for the landscape. Here's who lives where. Dorset Aslan belongs here for the obvious reason. He's the heart of the whole thing: regal, old, quietly powerful, tied to the deep magic of a place. Sit outside with a cup of tea and watch the mist roll off the hills, and you'll understand. Tumnus is his gentler neighbour. The faun with the umbrella who invites Lucy in for tea and sardines by the fire. The welcoming one, the cosy one, the place you come back to after a long walk and feel immediately looked after. Canterbury Lucy is the one who finds Narnia first. The youngest, quietly brave, the one who believes in things before anyone else does. Her cabin has that sense of discovery: pushing through a gate, walking across a field, finding something nobody else has quite noticed yet. Susan is the elder sister. Steadier, more considered. Her cabin is the grounded one, with the most amazing valley views where you find yourself staring for hours. South Downs Jadis is the White Witch, which sounds ominous until you remember her Narnia was buried under endless, beautiful snow. This cabin sits higher and more exposed, and on a frosty morning when the whole valley is silver and your breath hangs in the air, the name makes complete sense. Caspian is the young prince who sails east to find the edge of the world. His cabin has that outward-looking, horizon - seeking feeling. The one where your morning coffee turns into plans for walking further than you meant to . East Sussex Hwin is the mare from The Horse and His Boy. Gentle, thoughtful, quietly wise. Her cabin is the calming one, the place for people who need to be reminded what their own thoughts sound like. Reepicheep is the opposite. The bravest mouse in all of Narnia, forever itching for adventure. This one is for the walkers who can't sit still and want to be out on the footpaths by nine in the morning. Small, mighty, sends you out into the day ready for anything. Cotswolds, Andoversford Cornelius is Caspian's old tutor, the half-dwarf scholar who teaches him the true history of Narnia by candlelight. The bookish cabin. The one you bring a stack of novels to and end up writing in a notebook for the first time in years. Rabadash is the hot-headed prince from The Horse and His Boy. An unusual cabin name until you realise Rabadash is unforgettable. This one has personality. It's the one guests remember. Miraz is Caspian's uncle, a king with a certain commanding presence. The cabin sits well in its field and holds its ground. Cotswolds, Chedworth Bree is the proud war horse from The Horse and His Boy. The showier cabin, the one with the view that makes people stop talking for a minute when they walk in. Aravis is the runaway princess who rides with Bree across the desert. Fierce, independent, stubbornly kind. Her cabin is for the people who came here to do things their own way: solo weekends, girls' trips, anything that starts with "right, I need to get away." Edmund is the Pevensie who goes wrong and then goes right again, and by the end of the books he's the quiet, just one. His cabin has that same steadiness. Forgiving, warm, the one you come to when you need to put a hard week behind you. Tirian is the last king of Narnia. There's a bittersweet quality to him, a sense of an ending that's also a beginning. His cabin sits at the edge of things, where the ordinary world runs out and something quieter takes over.