Charlotte, Aug 2016

Let me see….should I write about the beautiful location? River side, tucked away, hens walking by as you enjoy a coffee to the sound of the wind through the trees and birdsong? Or maybe I should comment on the potting shed itself? Immaculate, cosy, bed sheets to die for, fire, decor that makes you feel like you’ve come home? No. None of that. I think the most important thing to point out is that The Potting Shed has a presence. A soul. If it was a person, The Potting Shed would rub your shoulders, after passing you a glass of wine, whilst dinner is simmering. Stress melting bliss.