Please excuse the radio silence but am suffering from my husband’s ‘man flu’ and so not much cooking /fun in my neck of the woods…so a blog on a special event….
My father was eighty recently and we had a splendid meal at the most English of English Country house hotels. Think roaring log fires in the Great Hall, chic interiors,faultless service and stunning scenery of rolling Devon hills complete with the stud farms arabian horses.
On the menu was smoked salmon and blinis, roast quail and a frangipani tart plus plentiful wine!
Combe House just outside of Honiton in a sleepy village of Gittisham ,is special to my husband and I as was where we spent the first night of our honeymoon. So here are a few snaps for you all.
If you have the opportunity , visit this quintessentially English hotel for pampering!