You’re stuck at your desk. The clock is ticking more slowly than usual. Outside, the sun is beating down on the pavement and you’re wishing you could be somewhere else. Does this sound familiar?

What if you knew you could hop on a plane and in under two hours be sat in a hot tub under the stars, ready for a weekend of surfing and sleeping in a luxury yurt?

With cheap flights from the UK’s major cities to Newquay, a three-day break to Cornwall is now more accessible than ever.

There are few things more enjoyable than soaking in a jacuzzi after a long surf

Just two miles from Newquay airport, you’ll find The Park at Mawgan Porth, an eco-friendly camping village.

We were staying in the Mongolian yurt village, a collection of luxury tents dotted around a perfectly manicured lawn. It looked like something from Lord Of The Rings.

Just outside our yurt, there was a hot tub and an outdoor chill-out area with a wood-fired pizza oven, plus toilets and showers in an immaculately restored gypsy caravan and the beach was just a five minute walk away.

This was camping – but not like I’d ever experienced before.

The beauty of staying in a yurt is you get the best of both worlds. You can appreciate the beautiful sunsets, the birds outside and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks as you sleep.

But you also get a proper double bed inside a warm, dry tent with a wood-burning stove and a flat screen TV.

We ate dinner at The Park Café that evening, the main restaurant on site. Vegetarian options are often fairly bland and uninventive, but not at The Park. The butternut squash and halloumi burger was so delicious, I could have eaten it twice.

Carnivores need to try the giant meat platter. It’s a sight to behold – piled high with chicken wings, ribs and beef burgers on a bed of crispy French fries. I witnessed two fully-grown men struggle to finish it.

After a long sleep, we stoked ourselves up with a full English breakfast and headed to the beach to meet Pete, our surf instructor from King Surf.

Pete was already hopping around, hauling longboards into the back of his van. I have never met anyone as friendly and positive as Pete. His enthusiasm is infectious.

With each wave I caught, my confidence grew. I wasn’t nearly as weak as I thought I was

Before we knew it, we were climbing into the back of his van and heading down the coast to Crantock, a sheltered sandbar just south of Newquay.

It was drizzling as we stood in the Pentire car park staring at the waves. They were clean and building in size. I was feeling apprehensive.

My arms were still weak after not surfing all winter. I was yet to have a surf session this year that I was truly stoked on. “Come on,” said Pete dancing around as he tugged on his wetsuit. “It’ll be alright. Let’s get in!”

Ordinarily, I would be too nervous to clamber off the rocks and throw myself into a riptide instead of paddling from the beach, but I felt confident as Pete and fellow surf instructor Scuba guided us down to the water.

“Yes Nina!” he yelled as I flopped onto my board and paddled hard towards the calmer waters ahead. “Keep paddling.”

There wasn’t a soul in the water, apart from the four of us. We positioned ourselves in the perfect take off point. “I’m going to help get you catch some real waves,” said Pete.

As someone who spends most of their time paddling for waves and not catching them, I needed a bit of encouragement. “OK, this is the one,” shouted Pete. A chunky wedge of water started building and gaining speed as it approached me. “Start paddling now!”

Thanks to a big push from Pete, I caught the wave, the board dropped from under my feet and I was in, cruising sideways along a nice left-hander. I could hear shouts and hooting from behind.

I toppled ungracefully off my board and paddled back out to meet them. “That was sick!” shouted Pete. I couldn’t hide my stoke. It was one of the best waves I’d caught all season.

‘I have these images in my mind of you taking off on some sizeable waves,’ said my boyfriend. I couldn’t stop smiling.

We caught wave after wave with Pete pushing me into a few – and finally catching the last few on my own. With each wave, my confidence grew. I wasn’t nearly as weak as I thought I was.

Afterwards, we sat in Pete’s van tucking into a pack of Revels. “I have these images in my mind of you taking off and charging some sizeable waves,” said my boyfriend. I couldn’t stop smiling.

From feeling cold and apprehensive in the car park, it turned into my best surf of the year.

Back at The Park, we peeled off our wetsuits and sunk into the hot tub. There are few things more enjoyable than soaking in a jacuzzi after a long cold surf.

Afterwards we were treated to a cream tea at the café with a glass of special Pimm’s, a lethal but delicious combination of Pimm’s, strawberry liqueur and gin.

As part of the lesson with King Surf, we also got to watch the video footage from our surf lesson played back on the big screens in The Park Café. You get feedback on your technique as well as a good laugh at some of the more disastrous wipeouts.

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As we settled into our final night in the yurt, I felt an overwhelming sense of tiredness – the good kind you only get after a day surfing.

So if you’re looking to escape the city for an adventure this summer, you can’t go wrong with The Park. It’s about as far away from your desk as you could possibly be – and that’s never a bad thing.