This is the urban dream. To escape the city and seek a place where kids can be carefree. Somewhere that you can soothe your soul in a sunny spot.
Such is the yearning that drives city dwellers southwards to Wimbledon, a quieter corner of London’s domain. And in this family home, peppered with artefacts from far-flung reaches, you’ll have discovered your very own sanctuary.
The little ones - thanks to peerless childproofing and provisions - are sorted, and playing under the quieting gaze of a benevolent Buddha. From the moment you open the door into the first sun-soaked room, and from that room into another, and then another, a sense of calm unfolds. It’s a different world indeed from the grunt and grind of city life.
The Victorians knew their interiors. As you journey through you’ll see high, embellished ceilings, creaking floorboards and original tiles… And of course huge, sash windows with light streaming in. Maybe it’s what you were expecting. We are in the genteel neighbourhood of lawn tennis and strawberries and cream, after all.
Or are we? Stop to unwind in the conservatory – all bare-brick walls, cool white tiles and dappled rays – and you might think you were a far cry from Wimbledon. Let your mind drift on that.
Silk route reveries
Threaded throughout with foreign treasures, from niche-dwelling figures to jewel-coloured wall hangings, this home is a tapestry that tells of a deep love and respect for a world beyond. And no wonder - our hostess has worked and travelled extensively, from Nepal and Papua New Guinea to the Dark Continent. So whether you plump for lounging on the sofa, or pull up an embroidered cushion by the fire, this place will rouse your sense of wonder. Even as you doze off after a long day.
The dream of distant lands made real
And if you rise from your slumber itching to go out and explore, you’re in luck. We may be out in one of the city’s further pockets, but the road to its heart is fast-paced.
Wimbledon Park and Wimbledon Common are but a short jaunt away, while you can arrive in central London – door to the world itself – within half an hour.