Rupert White’s children have disappeared. “But I’m not worried,” he says cheerfully, opening the door to his Devon home where rainjackets and tweeds hang across the blue walls of the hallway. “I know exactly where they are. They’ll be across the farmyard at my parents’ home, watching telly and eating Polos,” laughs Rupert, who lives on the family farm with his wife Trish and two daughters, Matilda, seven, and Nancy, five. It is an arrangement, both modern and traditional, that suits all generations. “We can pop in for a chat and the children can see their grandparents every day, without it feeling like a formal visit.”
When Rupert left home at 19 to pursue a career in interior design in London, he had always imagined returning to live in rural…
