I've been busy with a few new styling projects recently, one of which is the new look book for Maud Interiors, one of my favourite clients. This shoot was notable because Dave shot it, the second project we have worked together on. It's always a bit risky working with your spouse but thankfully both jobs went really well, with marriage in tact and happy clients! We also found that it was a big bonus working with someone you know so well too, communication was much more efficient, and despite a few worries about it, was pretty fun too. It was also amazing to have Karen assisting; we made a really good team in quite tight time constraints!Read More
Hannah here: It was my 31s Birthday last week. I milked that foray into my early thirties for all it's worth, with a day trip, a dinner party, a weekend away to Wales(a joint birthday/ anniversary celebration) and an upcoming brunch with friends. See? Milked. Always. I should probably cover the day trip and dinner party first but my heart is full of the weekend we spent at The Welsh House; full of the the cottage and it’s beguiling charm, full of the the quiet that resided there. I can't stop looking at the photo's. So I'm starting with that. Also, there will be too many photo’s and we shot a video too (coming soon) so you’ll probably be sick of seeing this place.
But oh, it’s a very special place. Autumn had swept through the gardens in the week before we arrived, showering the lawn and pathways with a golden blanket of leaves. The wind blustered but the skies remained bright and cold. We didn’t leave the house much, preferring to light the fire in the morning, cook, linger in the roll top bath, and devour our books (I read Burial Rights after it was recommended in #TheYearInBooks twitter chat- it was wonderful) We rose at sunset each morning to witness the sky blazing with indigo, lilac, purple, orange; clutching our coffee mugs, bundled in our hats and scarves. The dew sparkled like a million tiny gems in the grass and our breath steamed before us. The sort of early morning escapades that will never leave us.
Frankie-Rose was convinced we were in fairy land and crept around the garden with rapt awe. I have to say that with it’s ancient moss covered trees, small stream, dense greenery and wild flowers; I sort of believed her too. Dorian came over a couple of times and brought with him some little fairies made out of sycamore seeds; Frankie was delighted!
The house has been sympathetically restored to it’a former rustic grandeur by Dorian, it’s owner; wherever possible using 18th century Welsh materials and furniture; old stoves, spoons, jugs and stick back chairs. The interior walls and flag stone floors are the same wobbly surfaces that have always stood there. It has a quiet luxury about it though; modern additions like the bathroom, kitchen and underfloor heating have been deftly melded with the old; and the beds are sumptuous. The light in the house was incredible, moody with shafts of brilliant sunlight; we spent quite a lot of time photographing and filming it.
We love stealing away to a cottage in Autumn, it’s such a magical time to be in the UK, especially somewhere wild and rural where you can really feel the change in season. It’s also the cheapest time of year to visit too, an added bonus! Have a gander at prices and availability here.
Our stay at The Welsh House was gifted, but all rapturous opinions are truly my own; this really is a special place that I highly recommend visiting. We will definitely return.