A throwback to this beautiful kitchen at Charleston House. I visited during one of those timed lockdown visits, which, in hindsight, was a rather special way to experience the house. With so few people around, I could properly linger, look closely, and sometimes even have the whole room to myself.
This is where you enter the house — or at least where you did during lockdown. Walking straight into the kitchen felt quietly intimate, as though you were stepping into the everyday heart of the house rather than a formal museum space.
I loved the simple wooden plate rack lined with hand-painted plates, the terracotta floor, and the soft light coming through the small window. It feels wonderfully unpretentious — a working kitchen that still holds the warmth and personality of the people who once lived here.