If you are like me, everywhere you’ve ever lived will in some way become the warp and weft of your life: I’m thinking of the sixth-form boarding house at school in Dorset, where I managed to get a room of my own, complete with a working fireplace; or our freezing cold, voluminous, neoclassical flat in the New Town of Edinburgh, when I was a student there; the incredible cottage down an ancient unmade track in Norfolk, where I lived while doing my first job; or the garret apartment in the attic of a townhouse in Greenwich Village.
They’re all, in a way, homes that changed me. But of all of them, none was more so than the beautiful house in Dorset where I lived for 15 years (with my husband, Charlie, for the past 10) – the Old Parsonage, in the lovely village of Littlebredy, within the Bridehead Estate.