It hurts my eyes. The house doesn't suit the location, rather like insisting on having a Nordic National Romantic house in Spain or Italy.
The exterior is a mishmash of "I want a pergola, a water feature, a ha ha, biscuit cutter flower beds, an in and out drive, and a palm tree here and a hedge there and this, that, and more over there, there and there".
The furniture looks to have been bought by committee - Jane, you buy beds and cupboards; Anne, you choose sofas and chairs; and Victoria will fit out the kitchen - with none of them conferring with the others.
It's a no from me.