I can't believe the very long school Summer holiday is nearly over but it is. Rewinding back to early July, we found ourselves packing up Delilah Disco and heading across the border, two to be precise, a little deeper into the wondrous West Country. We were heading for somewhere I'd long since wanted to visit, namely a magical little place called Trevoole in Cornwall.
Trevoole is a little cluster of old stone buildings centred around a traditional farmhouse with a large barn converted into two further dwellings and numerous outbuildings along with pretty sprawling gardens. Trevoole has previously featured in Country Living magazine and I have drooled over its pages. Now was our turn.
Both the farmhouse and one portion of the barn are available to rent on a self-catering basis. The farmhouse was under renovation so we found ourselves in Primrose Cottage for the week but both are equally picture book, comfy and cosy.
It does feel as if you have stepped back in time when you stay at Trevoole. The owners spent many years renovating the buildings to a superb standard and collecting all manner of fabulous vintage goodies.
The owner's side of the barn...
The interiors of the buildings have been furnished with much care and attention to detail. It is clear it has been created with love and also with flair that money cannot buy. Yet nothing looks contrived and everything works. I fell in love with the farmhouse kitchen. I can't really imagine a more perfect room from its 1930s solid fuel AGA to its fabulous old dresser and those gorgeous Colefax and Fowler Bowood curtains.
Upstairs, the cosy bedrooms are a delight with original wooden floorboards, feather-leaking eiderdowns (just as they should be) and Enid Blyton books waiting to indulge one's flights of fantasy.
Travis, the owner, was kind enough to show us round his own home and we were wowed by the effect in the library which is a circular room, once thought to be a threshing barn now furnished with a nod to hunting prints and the books colour coded with delightful vintage lettered spines. Everything has been created from scratch, the wood panelling for example is made from cut-down doors.
The pièce de resistance for an old fabrocoholic such as myself? The little laundry room in the farmhouse.
There are no words. Pick that chin up off the floor!
Outside, there is still much to explore at Trevoole. The garden keeps going and going and we would round a corner and find yet another outbuilding, lovingly repurposed into maybe a potting shed, a little shop, even a café.
There was a gorgeous kitchen garden complete with active beehive.
And a Morris Minor Traveller, of course!
Trevoole is in a little stage of transition at the moment. Its owners having gone their separate ways, it is now still owned by Travis who has been hands on in its transformation for the past thirteen odd years. The quaint tearoom and shop is closed at the moment while he finds his feet but here's hoping that one day, it will be back up and running.
I couldn't imagine a more lovely spot and if you find yourself looking for a special place to getaway, I can't recommend Trevoole highly enough. It's a magical place we have felt privileged to visit. I'm hoping we will be back.