One night on our cycling trip we stayed with Peter, who I had found trhough Warmshowers. I didn’t know that he lived in a magnificent house with his family, that he was an artist or that to stay there would be such an experience.
Karl, Erik and I stayed in “the poolhouse”, a house built on stilts in the garden. It was made entirely of windows and it felt like sleeping in a tree house without walls.
There were beautiful bouquets from the garden everywhere.
And small tables with crystal- and glassware.
Our view of the main house (from 1711).
We had a monkey puzzle (the tree) just outside our window.
The was no grass at the back of the house, only flowers.
That is the entrance to the kitchen.
And this the way into the green house. We had dinner there, among all the flowers.
All the china was stacked in the window sill, as the cupboards were full of antiques.
They had an old coal stove for cooking.
A gas one too. And the working bench was marble.
There were clocks and old boxes everywhere.
They barely had any electricity, but there were lamps everywhere. None of them worked. But there were flowers.
The view from the kitchen sink.
My new favorite china (sorry, pinstripe).
The second bathroom was just a nook in the hall, with a grandfather clock and a mirror.
There was a lead stained glass in the roof of the main stair case.
And art (on account of the three artists in the house) and an insane amopunt of lamps, not considering the lack of electrisity.
There was so much that I wish I could have brought home, this chair, for instance and the large red and white painting further up…
There were multiple sofa groups in one room.
That window, doe.
Of course they had a large collection of boxes too.
There vere rugs and blankets everywhere.
Mom and dad could see the see from their room.
How do you manage to buy so many lamps?
Love this one, though. And they made the painting themselves, ironically 🙂
The main bathroom was hand painted by Peter’s mum. Beautiful, but the bathtub was without a shower. Unpractical when you have been cycling.
I snapped these pictures the morning before we left for Edinburgh, I wish I could have stayed longer just to have shown you the rest of it.