Last Saturday early evening I headed to my friends' new house near Cirencester for a sleepover. They have built a stunning New England style home on Summer Lake which is part of the Cotswold Water Park in a beautiful rural area in the Gloucestershire countryside, with 147 gravel-quarry lakes, formed over time and enriched with diverse wildlife and natural resource. Summer Lake is the last of the lakes to be developed and there will be 45 of these luxury detached lodges.
I arrived at 8pm as the sun was setting. The house was bathed in the early evening light and the setting sun over the lake was simply magical. One lone paddle boarder glided past in a world of his own.
There were six of us and we ate a leisurely supper with the doors open and the evening air wafting in
Smoked salmon blinis with caviar with champagne for starters!! Don't you love the Lalique caviar bowl with its dolphin lid and feet?
A main course of chicken breast skewers and sweet corn on the barbecue, stuffed peppers with taleggio and a potato salad
I prepared the dessert of strawberries and blueberries with fresh basil
I was in awe of this gorgeous fruit bowl carved out of a huge piece of wood
The next morning the sun shone and I could really appreciate the lake and surroundings. Some of us bird watched with binoculars, others dozed in the sunshine. The indoor/outdoor flow of the house works so well.
After rising around 10am and having a coffee & croissant breakfast we headed into Cirencester about 10 minutes away. I've never been before and found it to be the most delightful, quintessential English town with the beautiful church of John the Baptist in the centre.
The centre of Cirecenster has some fabulous architecture. In one of the shops on the main street was a fantastic antiques market which was a rabbit warren of rooms. I could have spent hours there browsing.
We stopped for a liquid refreshment at the Kings Head hotel opposite the church. It has been beautifully but sympathetically designed inside
We sat in the roof garden in the sunshine
The hare is a bit of an icon in Cirencester and there is a hare festival every year in the town
Very stylish leather chair or is it a sofa?!
Love this light
Down in the cellar there are some fantastic rooms for private parties.
My friends hired this room in the cellars for a private party. It was being set up for a wedding.
Then it was back to the lake house to pack and return to London. Who needs to go abroad when you could own a house on a lake like this one!!
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