The 1970s.
The era whose tastes are ... noteworthy.
Dave certainly thought so when I chose a house from that period for our anniversary holiday this year (26 years of being grown-up and married).
'We're staying in a 1970s bungalow?' he exclaimed.
After a few days there, I found him scribbling the following message as he wrote postcards: 'Roz was right.'
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Welcome to the Anderton House in Devon, UK.
We were smitten. Let me show you around.
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The bold tiling. The split levels. The glass. The audacious gaps, the beckoning sightlines and the angled corners. The roof that appeared to float high above all the walls and bring the outside in.
It was Thunderbirds, Emma Peel, Peter Sellers in The Party.
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It was like a house half-remembered from a book of avant-garde architecture, a semi-transparent, spacious vision of the future.
Where you longed to step into the page to find out how it worked and how you might live there.
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You could watch the sun rise over the arm of a vintage Eames chair.
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Capture the sky in the glass of a table.
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My camera had a lot of exercise.
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In the guestbook, a visitor wrote about how he knew the house in childhood. Because of it, he had become an architect. Now, visiting it again, 40 years on, he realised he had spent his life trying to recreate it.
This space was enchanting, exciting and formative for him. It shaped his aesthetic values for his entire professional life. I'm sure it is also bedding down in my mind, becoming a place I'll draw on. If at some point in the future you spot it in one of my books, you read it here first.
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And so, darling, I think we need one of these kaftan coffee pots.
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PS You can hire the Anderton House from the Landmark Trust
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