With storied lintels, velveteen loungers, and lofty halls that could fit the Brady Bunch three times over, The Marlings unfolds across four dwellings, a banquet hall, and a pool house near the Cotswolds. One part playground, one part private family estate, this is a place where farm animals whinny the children out to play, camembert galettes are eaten on picnic blankets, and the only sticky wicket for waterfolk is whether the pool or hot tub sees first splash.
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