Whether in Lon­don or Bali, Tara PalmerTomkin­son needs her friends and fam­ily

The Daily Telegraph - Saturday - - Living -

adore long week­ends away. I’m 35 and sin­gle and won’t get mar­ried un­til I’m sure. I want a last­ing mar­riage like my par­ents, you see. And I’m hav­ing the most won­der­ful, blessed life just now. I have no one to an­swer to, so I’m tak­ing full ad­van­tage of my free­dom while I can. I just jump on a plane and fly off. Lon­don traf­fic is so bad you could be hav­ing lunch in New York by the time you get over Chelsea Bridge.

I spent a week­end in Dubai re­cently and it’s the most weird and won­der­ful place in the world with its sky­scrapers and sand. It’s like be­ing on a film set. To­tally sur­real. Week­ends are very much about who you go with and I have some great friends — re­ally grounded peo­ple.

Noth­ing beats a long week­end break, Thurs­day to Tues­day, at the Karma Re­sort in Bali. I go there all the time. Ev­ery­one has their own villa — mine is huge — and a swim­ming pool set in a beau­ti­ful walled gar­den, full of palm trees and flow­ers. It’s to­tally private. Shar­ing a pool with lots of peo­ple can be quite dif­fi­cult for me. There is al­ways some­one around ready to snap me with my tummy hang­ing out. My villa is fully-staffed. I even get my own but­ler. Hon­estly, it’s par­adise on earth.

Ev­ery time I go there they move in a grand pi­ano just for me, usu­ally by the pool. The re­sort is also a spa, so af­ter a lovely lunch and lots of pina co­ladas on the beach I can lie flat and have a two-hour mas­sage. There are ex­cur­sions to the vol­ca­noes and his­toric sites, but I never budge far. I just like to re­lax by my pool with my friends, such as Cleo Roc­cos or Dun­can James from the group Blue, who are due to come out soon, and run around bare­foot, some­times with­out clothes, in that won­der­ful heat.

No one is al­lowed to wear a watch. That’s the TPT rule. I hate be­ing lim­ited by time. I’m tempted to im­prove my rule fur­ther and add “no high heels”, but I can’t quite bring my­self to.

A week­end ski­ing with my par­ents at Klosters is an­other favourite. I’m build­ing my own chalet right next to theirs at the mo­ment. I’m mad about in­te­rior de­sign and have got to the thrilling point of choos­ing cur­tains. The en­tire fam­ily go out en masse. There are 44 of us, in­clud­ing loads of cousins my age, so we have a ball. Ev­ery­one has their own chalet so the PTs pretty much take over the place. My fa­ther even has a bench on a moun­tain named af­ter him as a mark of re­spect and my grand­fa­ther was killed there in a ski­ing ac­ci­dent, so the place is very much a part of our his­tory.

I also love Lon­don week­ends, and hav­ing peo­ple to stay at my house, and oth­ers drop­ping in. I love bar­be­cues in the sum­mer and stay­ing up till three in the morn­ing talk­ing a load of rub­bish. It’s a Zen-like, bare­foot and track­suit kind of house. I have won­der­ful deck­ing and mas­sive roof ter­races look­ing over the gar­den and the whole of Lon­don. I am a real out­door girl so I need air, space and plants.

The de­signer Philip Treacy is one of my best friends and we’ll of­ten take his dogs for a walk in Rich­mond Park at week­ends. And I like go­ing to Clar­idge’s for lunch. Or to the Kens­ing­ton restau­rant Mag­gie Jones for a big roast. You al­ways end up chat­ting to quite cool peo­ple. They’re all a bit mad in there, which is why I like it.

Go­ing to my fam­ily home in Dum­mer, Hamp­shire, is al­ways won­der­ful. It’s an­other mas­sive PT clan set up. Var­i­ous fam­ily mem­bers have houses on the es­tate, in­clud­ing, of course, my sis­ter Santa and my brother James. We truly are the mer­ri­est of dys­func­tional fam­i­lies and have the most fan­tas­tic time, with kids and dogs ev­ery­where. There are loads of horses, too. We buy them from the knacker’s yard for the price of their meat and give them a good home in our fields. We like look­ing af­ter peo­ple and an­i­mals who have suf­fered. My fam­ily laughs be­cause I’m al­ways bring­ing home peo­ple who are at a loose end. One Easter week­end it was the turn of Mar­tine McCutcheon — who ended up tap-danc­ing on our din­ing-room ta­ble in a panda suit — and the Rasta­far­ian K-Gee, for­merly of the hip-hop group Out­law Posse. I rang my mother and said: “I’m com­ing down with a few strays, is that OK?” She was de­lighted and just got out an­other leg of lamb. We all had a great time.

That’s what’s so win­ning about my par­ents. You’ll have an earl hap­pily “trough­ing” at one end of the ta­ble and a Rasta­far­ian at the other.

But my im­me­di­ate plans are an­other week­end in Bali. I’m tak­ing my agent and my PA as a birth­day present and will be fly­ing them both out first-class. We’ll swim in the warm sea and drown in ly­chee mar­ti­nis. Won­der­ful.

Out­door girl: Tara Palmer-Tomkin­son

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