Tents in name only, staged like a lost expedition.
Each tent is its own theatre under canvas: four-poster beds, campaign furniture, brass tubs, objects that could have come off a ship a century ago. Walls unzip to the forest, and a private saltwater pool sits on the deck with the jungle a few metres beyond.
Take one tent for two, a cluster for your party, or the camp entire. However many you hold, no two are alike, and none share a sightline with another.

