We stood in awe, hearing nothing except the playful screeches of the swallows wheeling in the sky above, in awe of the peace that had descended on us. Elysium itself, a 16 th century cottage and former church meeting house, bathed in the glorious golden light, its frontage bedecked in lilac-toned wisteria. What we encountered was simply breath-taking – nestled in a small valley with fields and woodland rising in front of the house, Elysium is set in three quarters of an acre of beautifully maintained gardens, where rhododendrons, peonies, irises, and countless other flowers trail in huge swathes, all the way to the bottom of the garden. We found the gate, drove up the gravel driveway and parked up, eagerly stepping outside. Finally, we spotted the spire of the hamlet’s church, knowing that our home for the weekend, Elysium, was set just in front. And I was looking forward to exploring this hidden corner of the county.ĭue to work commitments, we arrived around six, carefully navigating the winding roads towards our destination, the golden light of the evening sun making the trees, fields and hedgerows glow a beautiful emerald green. Friday afternoon saw us heading down the A30 towards Devon – although I know Dartmoor and the south well, this weekend was all about Exmoor, right on the border with Somerset – somewhere completely new to me.
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