The BAFTA-award winning composer Ben Foster admits he might have overdone the soundproofing in his studio at the Old Bakehouse. There are neighbours, yes, but realistically, it is more likely to be the faint sounds from a children’s storybook that disturb his music: sheep bleating at the bottom of the garden; horses ambling past the sleepy junction that the house sits on; the reassuring rumble of an occasional steam train. “All you can see is rolling hills and all you can hear is a car an hour, you’re not going to be annoying anyone …” laughs Ben who – with his violinist wife, Nina – moved from north London to this corner of Oxfordshire nearly a decade ago.
Their eldest son was not yet one, and it was the well-worn tale of sleep-deprived parents yearning for more space. “We fancied living somewhere with peace and quiet where our son could have freedom, and so we started to spend our weekends driving out from Belsize Park to explore the Hambleden Valley,” Ben remembers. The Old Bakehouse was at first discarded as too small, but the fairtale façade cunningly hid a warren of rooms. “I remember standing upstairs looking out from the bedroom and saying to Ben: ‘This is magical’,” reminisces Nina, marvelling at the mist hanging over the field at the back of the house.
Two more sons followed and the Famous Five-esque early childhood that they’d dreamt of for their boys unfurled: cycling to the nearby forest school nursery and scaling the silver birch treehouse they had commissioned in the garden. “It’s a life that we didn’t know as kids – I grew up in Liverpool and Nina in Sheffield – but even as adults, we found it charming,” says Ben.















