Cliveden House feels like a home away from home for us. Our last stay was with Aston Martin for a short getaway and Ben and I both fell completely in love with it. Driving up the tree lined drive, past the extravagant shell fountain with the gravel crunching under the tires feels as though we’re stepping into our very own period drama. Only the cars parked out the front give away the secret that this house is a little piece of history planted in the middle of the twenty-first century.
A smiling face welcomes us back and we’re seated immediately in the great hall. Portraits of past inhabitants stare down at us from the walls and guests are settled into the deep seats engrossed in coffee’s, champagne, afternoon teas and their conversations. We’re here for a meeting, but can’t resist staying for a late lunch in the library (one of my favourite rooms) staring out at the vast grounds and beyond, over towards Windsor Castle.
When we’ve ordered, we sneak into the grounds for a wander and to work up an appetite. This is the first time we’ve been back since we got Pepita and she adores it, bounding across the grass, running to the terrace balcony and peering out over the edge. One of the big draws to Cliveden is that it’s completely dog friendly. You can take your furry friend anywhere in the property which I absolutely love.
With our mini stroll over, we head back inside promising to take Pepi back out for a longer run around after lunch which seems to do the trick and sends her to sleep.
Lunch is a salad affair; fresh and filling and just what the doctor ordered. It doesn’t last long and then the plates are whisked away ready for us to set up our laptops for an afternoon of work. The wifi here is exceptional, so we really don’t have to compromise and race back to london to finish the working day.
With emails caught up on and Pepi awake from her beauty sleep, we continue our stroll through the gardens. All the National Trust Members have left for the day, so we have the grounds to ourselves and Pepi is free to stretch her legs, which she makes the most of!
Before long, the sun starts to set, the grandfather clock strikes 4pm and we head back to London just in time for a quick change before we’re back our the door ready for the evenings events.