The Pig – New Forest, HampshireWhere It All Began

There’s something about the original Pig that feels instantly familiar, as if, even before you’ve crossed the threshold, you already know it. Perhaps it’s the unspoken confidence that hums through the place, the sense that this is the flagship, the one that started it all. Hidden among the ancient woodlands of Brockenhurst, The Pig in the New Forest is the blueprint that defined a whole new way of dining and staying in the English countryside.

The moment you arrive, that comforting “Pig feeling” wraps around you like an old tweed jacket. Fires crackle in every hearth, both inside and out  the outdoor fireplace is a particularly lovely touch  and guests wander between cosy corners with glasses of red in hand, their dogs snoozing contentedly underfoot. There’s a rhythm to the evening, full of warmth, laughter, and that rare sense of belonging you only find in places that know exactly who they are.

And then there’s Gary,  part of the furniture since the very beginning, some fifteen years ago. With his cheeky smile, East End accent, and the kind of hospitality that feels completely genuine, he’s the heartbeat of the place. He greets you at the door as if welcoming an old friend home, sorts everything before you’ve even had to ask, and somehow manages to make the whole experience feel completely seamless. Whether it’s arranging your dinner reservation, fetching a forgotten umbrella, or remembering your name the next morning at breakfast, Gary embodies what makes The Pig so special, it's luxury, but with heart.

The main Manor House, dating back to the early 1900s, is unmistakably English,  Inside, every detail is considered. The décor blends eclectic country manor charm with rich colours, heritage paint tones, well loved armchairs, and antique mirrors that catch the light just so. It’s an atmosphere that feels lived- n and loved, with that slightly exclusive air of a private members’ club,  not pretentious, just perfectly judged.

We stayed in Hog House, one of the premium rooms tucked away just beyond the main building. With its roll-top bath, rustic yet polished interior, and a minibar that’s almost too good to be true , filled with chocolate, cocktails, crisps, and proper local treats. Even the short walk to visit the resident pigs just around the corner adds to the magic. There’s something grounding about seeing them snuffling contentedly in the mud before heading back to the warmth of your private sanctuary. Thoughtful touches are everywhere  from a PiG night time tea bag placed on your pillow at night to wellies waiting by the door for woodland walks.

Inside the main house, there’s the snug, where you can curl up with a book and a hot chocolate beside a roaring fire; the bar, humming with soft chatter and the clink of glasses; and the library.

Dinner in the restaurant is an experience in itself, as much about the atmosphere as the food. Every seat is taken, and the energy is electric. The Kitchen Garden sits at the heart of it all,  a thriving, beautifully kept space that inspires every dish on the menu. The 25-mile menu, quite literally sourcing everything within that radius, is brimming with local character and seasonal flair. I chose the slow cooked lamb shoulder which was melt in the mouth tender, perfectly balanced with earthy root vegetables and rich gravy. Though I couldn’t quite manage dessert, the sight of others’ puddings passing by Hoxton croissant fritters, chocolate creations, and a raspberry Bakewell tart crowned with yoghurt sorbet  made it clear they’d be worth the indulgence.The service is faultless, warm without being overbearing. There’s an easy professionalism to the team that can only come from genuine pride in where they work.

Mornings at The Pig drift by softly, with the scent of coffee and wood smoke lingering in the air. The breakfast spread is generous and thoughtful: fresh pastries, homemade granola, local cheeses, cured meats, and a cooked breakfast to order from a separate menu. Fires are relit, coffee brews slowly, and through the windows, the mist rises over the New Forest, wild ponies wandering between the trees as if on cue. Slip into a pair of borrowed wellies from the boot room and take a stroll through the woodland trails before returning to sink back into an armchair by the fire.

Before leaving, we visited The Potting Shed spa, a calm, timber clad haven tucked away in the gardens. I had the Upper Body Unwind treatment, a blissful combination of warm exfoliation, soothing massage, and a brightening facial. It was the perfect finale to a stay that’s all about slowing down, reconnecting, and letting yourself be completely looked after.

Family accommodation is available, and children would no doubt enjoy visiting the animals and exploring the gardens, but the hotel’s tranquil pace and romantic charm make it far more suited to adults. It’s the perfect countryside escape for couples.

The Pig – New Forest isn’t just a hotel or a restaurant. It’s a feeling of belonging, of being part of something quietly special. No matter how many of The Pig properties you visit, this one will always be the beating heart, the original, the flagship, the home you never quite want to leave.

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