This is what the Managing Editor – at the time – had to say about Sheepscombe House:
‘This place is a beauty, the sort of postcard-perfect country house that people earmark when buying a lottery ticket. It ticks all the cliched boxes expected from a honey-hued, wisteria-draped Georgian residence.
The facade is mesmerisingly symmetrical, with regimented sash windows overlooking the Cotswolds countryside. The pale-grey-painted kitchen is straight from a Pinterest board, with a double butler sink, four-door Aga and brass-knobbed, French-style oven. The attached garden room is flooded with sunshine during the day and becomes especially pretty at night when the fairy lights are on.
The rest of the house is substantial (there are five big bedrooms, a grown-up double sitting room and massive cinema room), but it feels fantastically comfy: Aubusson-style rugs, deep-cushioned sofas, animal hides and battered leather club chairs against a backdrop of the owner’s extensive modern-art collection.
Behind a thick laurel hedge is a heated swimming pool and a wood-burning pizza oven for homemade Margaritas. There’s a field full of alpacas that trot over when called and a grass tennis court cut into the hillside; it’s an adventure having to retrieve wayward balls from the neighbouring field of waist-high wildflowers.’ September 2014.
Thank you Jessica!