So this is where we stayed last night where Mr Fogg was not impressed. I loved the old house (huge) built circa 1920s and what I’d call scruffy chic (or in other words, kitted out via antiques shops and plenty of cobwebs). The owner was friendly and completely scatty but overall the experience ( minus the breakfast) was good.

This was the view from our suite ( oh yes, suite as in two huge rooms with a big big big bed in one and three singles in the other), bathroom across the hall and tea and coffee on the landing for all guests to use. This is truly the middle of nowhere! The pub where we ate was “colourful” to say the least, but the open fire in the library where I whooped Mr Fogg at Scrabble ( we know how to party!!) was lovelly and cozy.

Now to party in Wellington. Dominos anyone??

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