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Some weekends just need to be better.

Not more expensive. Not more Instagrammable. Just genuinely, properly better — the kind that you talk about on the drive home, already planning the next one.

The Weekend House started with a simple belief: that the people who've worked hardest for their freedom deserve somewhere that truly honours it. No children's menus. No carpet with a pattern designed to hide the chaos. No apologetic note on the door that says sorry, no dogs. Just beautifully considered spaces, in places worth going, for people who know exactly what they want from a weekend.

We find houses with soul — a Georgian townhouse on a cobbled Rye street, a flat-fronted Brighton terrace two minutes from the sea — and we make them extraordinary. 

Not in a showy way. In the way that means the bed linen is right, the lighting is right and your weekend has been curated (if you wish).

Our guests tend to know their own minds. They've got the city life sorted, mostly. What they're looking for is the counterweight — somewhere that feels like it belongs to them, even just for two nights.

We don't want our guests rushing in on Saturday afternoon and out of the door Sunday. We expect our guests to stay Friday night and unwind, explore Saturday and have a slow lunch Sunday.  

We provide the opportunities. 

That's what we build, one house at a time.

Our unique take on curating your weekend means you get the most from your stay.

The soaps in the bathroom are made locally. The art on the walls is by someone whose name you might not know yet, but will. 

We are Rafe, Antonia, and Francesca. 

This is a family business in the most literal sense: three people who love beautiful spaces, interesting places, and making something worth being proud of. 

We don't have a hundred properties. We have the right ones.

The Weekend House. For the weekends that matter.