The story of Bank Cottage in the Cotswolds is a bit of sad story. We (my family and I) got to know the area, the Cotswolds in England, whilst staying in our friends’ Cotswolds country house, and we completely fell in love with it. It’s an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty for a reason. That’s actually a very good description of the reality. Its natural beauty is outstanding! It’s a little like being in the Hundred Acre wood (from the ‘Winnie the Pooh’ books). Those country lanes with overhanging branches on each side of the road, literally touching each other; the stuff dreams were made of, or at least my dreams. To have a cottage in England has always been my dream. In 2015 that dream came true and all that time, these past two years, when I was there (which wasn’t often as I had to work in the B&B), it felt like it was too good to be true. And it turns out that it was. It couldn’t last.
The image of the duck egg blue door and the window with the pale pink rose in between, is my all time favourite image. But now it’s very bittersweet to me. My mum decorated the cottage so beautifully, really in keeping with the English style.
Oh, and the surroundings…it’s built right up against a hill, so that hill forms part of the garden. A step leads up to it from behind the house. I used to climb up there many times when I stayed there, and just look out over the hills, the river Coln, hear the horses in the meadow, the birds, and breathe in the fresh country air. A beautiful place, unlike any other, a place I’ll miss terribly.
You can still see some images of my mum’s beautiful interior design in the portfolio on artedivita.eu.