Luke Abrahams

2 days ago | hotelsabovepar.com | Luke Abrahams

When you first drive down to The Fish via the pretty village of Moreton-in-Marsh, it looks as though you have been dropped into some remote Tuscan village. The light was golden; rolling hills and cutesy villages filled the panorama, and there were even cypress trees swaying in the wind. Van Gogh, who? Reality however, sets in the moment you hit check in, and you are swiftly reminded you are indeed on the 500-acre Farncombe Estate in The Cotswolds.

2 weeks ago | hotelsabovepar.com | Luke Abrahams

I must confess I am growing rather tired of country house hotels. They all look the same; smell the same; often preach the same; and at times, have a whiff of my grandmother's overly floral perfume. Though there are some exceptions, and one most recently found at Thyme. It's roughly 7.45 p.m. and I am seated for dinner with Caryn Hibbert, Thyme's founder, and her daughter, Milly, Thyme's general manager.

1 month ago | hotelsabovepar.com | Luke Abrahams

Rewind a few decades back, and the story goes that acclaimed Frenchie Raymond Blanc drove up to the front door of an old 15th-century Manor House in Great Milton (Oxfordshire) and made the then-owner an offer they obviously couldn't refuse. It opened its doors to the buzzing hotel glitterati in 1984 and has retained its two Michelin stars since then. And yes, the French chef and his team are very proud of it.

1 month ago | countrylife.co.uk | Luke Abrahams

It’s some ungodly early hour on a Monday morning and I am in the foulest mood imaginable. Cooped up at the back of an overcrowded and chaotic Latam flight bound for Balmaceda airport, I am surrounded by screaming children, their twitching parents and hench South American studs who don’t fit in their seats. I have no window to look out, nothing with which to find my bearings and I am — like the screaming children’s parents — ready to check myself into the nearest nuthouse.

2 months ago | hotelsabovepar.com | Luke Abrahams

Another quintessentially fabulous, and very English, country house hotel. The major difference between this boutique bolthole is that she serves style, and effortlessly so. Hidden away off a busy road on a smidge of the vast Farncombe Estate, it is perhaps, one of the most remote inns the Cotswolds conjures up. There are a few chocolate-box villages around, and the closest big town Moreton-in-Marsh is a mere 12-minute drive south, but beyond that you are truly out in the sticks.