As you may have read from my last few posts, we've been pretty busy of late. So a few days out of London could not have been more called for, and better still we were escaping for an excellent purpose - to see Ben's mum get married. So after a game of human Tetris (aka 5 people plus 5 bags in an Audi) for 3 hours we arrived at Babington House in Somerset.
Babington is one of those places we've been meaning to get to for ages, so when it was picked for the wedding venue we couldn't have been more chuffed. We were staying in a walled garden room which is fairly self explanatorily next to a (you guessed it) walled garden. A short few minutes walk away from the main house (or a quick cycle, bikes are provided), the rooms are absolutely gorgeous - split into two levels and three rooms; an enormous bathroom with a steam shower and tin bath, a large living space and a bed with more cushions than a Habitat store.
Outside was a big tin jacuzzi in the patio area, and a enormous, fat mirror which obviously meant I dragged Ben into some obligatory couples selfie situations (sorry not sorry) before heading up for pre-dinner drinks on the lawn. Having finished my Chris James 12 day detox (review to come) I had lost 12 pounds (a pound a day, pretty good right?) so felt confident enough to wear the Forever 21 cropped vest I bought in California in April (it still had the tag on, the shame) and my new Topshop skirt which I first lay my eyes on when shooting Jessie for a Monica Vinader campaign. Shoes wise, as the ultimate breton fiend I'll make any excuse to wear my all time favourite LK Bennett babies (which are now only available as a wedge here).
Facilities wise you could never be disappointed. Our rooms were next to the Cowshed spa (you probably knew this, but I didn't - Cowshed was born at Babington - and I treated myself to a manicure the following day which was a lush experience). There is also a heated outdoor pool, indoor pool, gym, games room, video game suite and enough bars (and gin) for you to drown all urban-induced woes for several days.
So after cramming in as much steak and chips as we possibly could we crawled back to the Bed Of Dreams (below) which had luckily been turned down for us otherwise it would have taken us half an hour to take off all the cushions (and we were so tired we would probably have given up and slept on the floor). We wanted a good night's sleep before the wedding the next day, which was probably one of the most beautiful days I've ever experienced - more posts to come!