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Mrs. Teabody Finds a Home Away from Home in Copthorne Tara

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Mrs. T. and Chaffinch share lunch at Sissinghurst Good Morning from Mrs. Teabody's favorite side of the pond - the USA --where she and Lady Glass have just returned home after spending eight happy nights abroad in easily the most captivating city in the world - - London. Having made more than two dozen trips to London across a twenty-year period, Mrs. Teabody has had many hotel adventures from the rabbit warrrens near Russell Square, to the rental apartment with a kitchen big enough for 1 in Bayswater, to high rise tourist meccas in South Ken, and  not forgetting the single most alarming  accommodation near Euston Station run by a madman and/or possible murderer. But Mrs. Teabody digresses. Copthorne Tara (CT) has won over Mrs. Teabody's future business for several important reasons which shall be listed here in order of their importance. 1. Safety and quiet. At the end of the day, one desires tranquility, a place to regain one's stamina and wits. The location of

Mrs. Teabody Takes to the Rails

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Good Morning from arguably one of the most enchanted-looking locations in the UK St. Ives, County Cornwall, England, United Kingdom. Lady Glass and Mrs. Teabody boarded the 8:57 train at Paddington and three (shared!) martinis and five hours later arrived at this most charming of seaside towns. En route Lady Glass had the chance to realize a long-held dream of a train ride through the English countryside, and Mrs. Teabody is happy to report that Mother Nature, First Great Western and the English countryside all conspired to deliver the dream in spades. One could not have hoped for lusher trees and fields, more sparkling streams and lakes, a more generous sprinkling of stately homes and proud cottages, a better distribution of sheep, cows, horses and fowl or a smarter set of place names be it Leylant Saltings, Slough, Dawlish Warren, or Torbay. Fewer billboards touting Vodaphone, perhaps, and more chalk horses against mountainsides above bucolic villages such as Westbury, but these