A Spanish finca in Leeds?

A Saturday night in the slow lane usually involves a Jamie Oliver inspired dinner and some good wine watching contestants being sacrificed to the pop god Simon Cowell on X Factor. But last Saturday I watched sacrifices of a different kind, wildebeest to be precise. Before I quit my city job I booked (and thankfully paid for) a holiday to Kenya including a 4 day safari and a beachside crash pad. So last Saturday we watched 2 female lions dine on wildebeest and some other ladies rocking leopard print, zebra print and ostrich feathers. We were staying in a tented camp of the luxury kind. I’m not really one for roughing it……and I think there must be a global standard for accommodation in game reserves, at least in Africa. Therefore ours had the mandatory polished dark wood floors, the Egyptian cotton sheets and the stone clad outdoor shower. It also had 200 hippo living in the river next door who liked to communicate at 3am, loudly. Believe me the excitement of living with wild animals wears off after a few 3am wake up calls….

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I think the only difference between properties in the Maasai Mara versus any other national park in Africa is the presence of the red and blue plaid traditionally worn by the Maasai themselves which was a nice touch. For a few dollars you could even take home your own Maasai shawl or plaid covered tissue box, and this is where the problem starts. When you stay in beautiful places like this you want to take a little piece of it home with you, or even recreate the look back in England. We’re all guilty of it. I’ve seen Greek taverna inspired kitchens in Stockport and Spanish fincas in Leeds. I’ll even own up to a little piece of Thailand in London. So the question is how far should you go?

If it’s just small reminders you want then there is no rule as to how many you can collect and display. However, anything with the name of the place you visited displayed upon it should really be avoided, unless it’s a t-shirt or tea towel. How do you think I avoid Mr W turning our homes into homages to our travels. If I didn’t keep him in check I’d have a house full of shisha pipes, bongos and wind chimes. The t-shirts keep him sweet. I know one couple whose house I could walk around for hours looking at all the things they’ve collected, but dusting must be a nightmare. I have another friend who has recently bought a new place and plans to buy a bookcase or cabinet for her trinkets – very smart. I’m somewhere in between. I have a relatively small number of things I’ve brought home and they’re currently discreetly placed about the house in London; a hippo from South Africa in the bathroom, some bookends from Cuba on the mantelpiece, a small pair of Thai figurines on the landing. Nothing too distracting. You should also avoid huge items unless you have a) the room, b) the ability to get it on the plane and through customs, and c) it won’t look ridiculous in your home. I love seeing couples at the airport with enormous well wrapped parcels so I can try and guess what they’re carrying back to their conservatory in Wales. I myself have carried back an ornate birdcage from Tunisia (for my sisters garden) and 2 hammock chairs from Argentina. I admit these were probably a mistake but they were only £20!

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(Items that didn’t make it back to Cumbria!)


There are some of course who like to recreate the whole look in their homes, and this is where it gets tricky. Homes should have continuity, a style and colour palette that is carried from room to room bringing it all together. If you start creating standalone themes room by room you end up with an amusement park. Google the jungle room at Graceland, the home of the late Elvis Presley if you feel an urge that needs killing.

There is nothing wrong with bringing a foreign style to an English home, but my suggestion would be to tone it down and not go the whole hog. My little piece of Thailand in London wasn’t extreme. I had a large airy penthouse with a roof terrace visible from each room. I introduced dark wood floors and added Thai wood carvings to the large white walls and the odd figurine here and there and a few orchids. I built a roof garden and created vistas by placing large planters centrally wherever you could view the garden, and hid Buddhas among the plants. Over the 8 years I lived there that garden grew from nothing to a beautiful mature oasis. When I sold it the new buyer made me rip it all out. I cried when I came home to bare concrete. What an idiot.

So if you’re somewhere beautiful and want to take the memories home, do it, just avoid the 10 foot Maasai statue and the mock Ming vase….. And for those of you with strong stomachs here’s the lions eating the wildebeest – slightly ghastly but you can’t turn away, just like X Factor.






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