The house of the (literary) spirits
Anthony Champalimaud has brought Troutbeck, a stone manor house and 45-acre estate dating from 1765, sensitively and sympathetically back to life.
Hotel consultant, travel writer and longtime restaurant editor on Condé Nast’s Tatler magazine, London-born Jeremy Wayne began his professional career at age 6 when he invented a game called Restaurants, in which he would invariably “order” – and his mother would cook and serve – cheese on toast or scrambled eggs, which little Jeremy used to rate on a scale of 10. (He claims he was not precocious as a child). His articles have appeared in Condé Nast Traveller (UK) Food & Wine, The Guardian, The (London) Times and The Daily Telegraph. Jeremy currently divides his time between Westchester and London, UK.
Anthony Champalimaud has brought Troutbeck, a stone manor house and 45-acre estate dating from 1765, sensitively and sympathetically back to life.
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WAG’s Wanderer in chief, Jeremy Wayne, never tires of his day job.
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