In May 2025, I spent a contemplative afternoon photographing Chastleton House — a quiet gem nestled in the Cotswolds. The house, untouched by modern alterations, held a stillness that invited slow observation. Soft light fell across weathered stone, wild garden borders spilled into shadowed corners, and interior rooms whispered of time paused. Each frame felt like gathering fragments of the past, rich in texture and quiet mood. It was a deeply atmospheric place to photograph.
