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The Sunday Digest 051
When she walks, she's like a samba.
Welcome to The Sunday Digest — a free Sunday newsletter featuring long (and some short) reads, original columns, things I’ve saved over the last week, relaxing playlists, episodes releases, exclusive product drops, and more. Yes, you can reply to this email. I’d love to hear from you. Or, if podcasts are more your speed on Sundays, we’ve got that too.
A quick programming note before we dive into this week’s edition of The Sunday Digest. If you’re a listener of Retail Therapy or The Sunday Scaries Podcast, you may have noticed there’s no episode today. While we originally intended to release our live show from New York today, we’ve still got some editing to do on that side of things.
That episode will release mid-week, and then we’ll be doing a full food/style/shopping recap of Derby and New York City a week from today, May 21st. Apologies for no episode today, but we’ve truly been burning the candle at both ends — time to rest!
by Ben West for The New York Times
If there’s one dream I have in life, it’s abandoning everything I’ve ever known (you know, except my family) and moving to the English countryside where I can simply sit in my chair, watch English football matches, and sip tea. The only thing stopping me from doing that? Well, pretty much everything.
This week’s Sunday Read dives into a twelfth English manor house that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind for the last two weeks. Here’s an excerpt, but it’s really the photos of the manor that cause this to stand out.
“With the dogs, pigs, geese, chickens, B&B guests, farm shop and everything else, we don’t get time to go away together, ever,” Mr. Soar said. In four decades, the longest stretch they’ve managed away from the house was four nights, he said, “and that was our honeymoon.”
It wasn’t always like this. Before the couple moved into this decaying castle, Mr. Soar lived a “corporate life” as a chartered engineer. “I felt important,” he said. “But when I’m on my knees cleaning the fourth bog of the day, I think, ‘What has it all come down to?’ With houses like these, you have to be very hands-on indeed, unless you’re very, very wealthy.”
Read in full here.
The Sunday Haiku: Tall and tan and young and lovely.
Jazz, bossa nova,
The Girl from Ipanema,
Perfect Sunday song.