A weekend in East Devon

(ad/press stay, but all thoughts, excitement and wallpaper adoration my own)

I think… I think I’ve fallen in love with a hotel.

It happened last weekend and since arriving home on Sunday I haven’t stopped thinking about our stay at Glebe House. A guesthouse, smallholding and restaurant perched atop a hill in East Devon, in an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.

I mean come on.

Admittedly I was half expecting it to happen. I am merely a woman with eyes! Glebe is merely a guesthouse with hand thrown ceramics, Ottoline wallpaper, Charleston-esque painterly works adorning the walls and homemade cordials on tap! How could I resist?!

And like a lot of good holiday crushes, or romances- where we stayed is the kind of place you can’t stop thinking about once you’ve left. You see signs of them everywhere when you’re home (in this case, in terracotta tiles, cherry red geraniums and poppy heads ready to be cut for vases). Your heart skipped a beat when you were with them and they treated you so well it’s like you'd never stayed anywhere else before them. And before this metaphor loses itself completely I’ll say this; last weekend I think I fell in love again.

Ever since Glebe House opened in 2021, it has been on my list of dream places to visit; filed highly alongside lush Grecian turquoise seas, bijou boutiques in the Big Apple and rolling Highland hills. I’ve caught glimpses of the rooms, glass conservatory and landscapes worthy of the National Gallery online- but when the chance to visit their new cabins came up I was punching in the postcode to Waze quicker than you can say ‘do you think we’ll pass the Gloucester services on the way down?!’