I kept feeling the need to pinch myself. It felt like I was in a dreamworld as I stood in my very own bedroom, in my own family home with my grandmother’s room just down the hallway.
Arriving outside of this house was very different to my experiences at Elstree. Firstly, I chose to be here of my own free will and secondly it was a completely different kind of luxury. Elstree was a huge stately home set in acres and acres of countryside, with stables and a lake running through it. Here, at the Du Bellay residence, things were very different but no less palatial. It was an extravagant Victorian townhouse set in an illustrious area of London called Piccadilly. The street was lined with cherry blossom trees and the pavements were clean enough to eat your dinner of them. Very different to
