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Tourists in search of a quintessential Cotswold house would be advised to look through the windows of James and Katherine’s home in a village near Cirencester. On an autumn afternoon, as the pale facade turns gold in the setting sun, they might catch a glimpse of inviting armchairs and low, cushion-strewn sofas. There might be tea and cake on the table and a fire burning in the grate. A vision of English domesticity unchanged for centuries, or so it might seem.
Built in 1703 for a prosperous merchant, the Grade II listed townhouse was later acquired by the local brewery and
