Builders and decorators by trade, my parents made interiors their living in an understated way. Projects were completed at low cost and with careful planning. Their houses – bought derelict, built up, designed and sold on – have provided the framework for a challenging but rewarding career.
Carrallack Farm, which we moved into as a family in 2002, was a damp and near-derelict 17th-century cottage. Over several years it slowly become the tidy, clean-rustic and accommodating space it is today. A new dresser here; that indispensable heavy chest of drawers imported from Africa there. I would describe it as a minimalist country aesthetic. Horses have been carved into the cement seat window by my mother the artist; rough wooden floorboards lie underfoot in the music room and the upstairs open-plan living room; a larder painted in green stain holds its own in a quiet corner.
My Mum has always kept an immaculate and lovely home, and I have come to fully appreciate the effortless and authenticity of my parents' interior vision. They say home is where the heart is: this one is certainly the product of love, patience and real care.
|Brick fireplace | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|The larder cupboard; a green stain finish | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|Kitchen shelves | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|Pasta | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|The wine | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|Carved horses | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|The open-plan bathroom | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|Wooden floors | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|The music room | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|
|Granite fireplace | Photo: Rosie Pentreath|