There’s no buzzy bar scene here, and to pull out a laptop anywhere would feel ridiculous (the Wi-Fi is patchy anyway, and there’s no phone signal). At Endsleigh there is an easy silence, interrupted only by the crackle of burning logs in a variety of fireplaces, or the tap, tap, tap of the manicured claws of a large hound’s paws as it walks across a wooden floor. Every chair is comfortable, every wood-panelled room a beauty. When someone brings you a martini, while you’re reading one of the P G Wodehouse novels from various shelves, it’s easy to imagine that this is the life for you. You should, you think, move from the city, and buy a cottage, immediately.
When I went for a walk after a breakfast of boiled eggs with soldiers, I headed through the gardens, into the forest, along the river and up to the waterfall and had this very thought. And I’m a devout town mouse. I hate the countryside. But the chimera of a beautiful day at Endsleigh, with those amazing grounds, gorgeous interiors and lovely staff replenishing your glass, is irresistible. Every ornate leaded window panel, every architectural folly and grotto outside, every antique map hanging in the hallway and framed botanical artwork behind a velvet sofa, all contribute to something as pleasurable as a first cold sip of really good champagne.
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