’What first attracted you to millionnaire Robin Wight?’
This question must have been burning on the lips of the Tatler writer
interviewing Anastasia Alexander, Wight’s wife, in the latest
Invited to survey her beautiful home in the Cotswolds, the writer is
clearly impressed with the decor, and with the WCRS chief’s wife, whom
she describes as ’tall, blonde and lithe’.
Then she notices a well-hung stallion. No, not Wight, but a life-sized
sculpture made from mattress springs.
’This is no ordinary barn conversion,’ the writer tells us. Quite.
Wandering around the expansive Peter Glynn-Smith-designed weekend
retreat, the journalist feels that one minute she’s in Alice In
Wonderland, the next Jack and the Beanstalk. ’The name ’Tally Ho Barns’
has led me to expect the owners to be horsy, but nothing had prepared me
for this,’ she gushes. Of course, there’s nothing vulgar like paint or
skirting boards. Instead there’s a mezzanine gallery, cab chairs by
Mario Bellini, limestone flags from Burgundy, not to mention the Sophie
Ryder wire-wool goat and chicken wire elephant head.
But unlike Ruby Wax, who manages to rifle through famous folks’ knickers
when in their homes, Tatler readers, rather fortunately, are not
subjected to the contents of Wight’s drawers. So the exact extent of his
crazy bow-tie collection, never mind his underwear, remains unknown.
Wight is surprisingly in the background throughout the piece and is
pictured wearing a dark and rather normal-looking T-shirt.
Seems his usual garish garb has to be saved for the eyes of WCRS
staffers only. It just would not look right with the Ron Arad sofa,