A softened monastery, infused from doorknocker to chimney with monkish aestheticism and riddled with French-Greek fingerprints, Under the Yew Tree is British history incarnate. These days, its modernised insides are part Provençal, part Aegean; but leaded windows and penny-plain walls are the heart on its stone sleeve that speak to age and provenance. All this, a cloistered courtyard, heart-scrolled garden chairs and blanket of white snowdrops, just twenty minutes from Cheltenham.
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