This is a place I've intended to visit for some years - I remember a nature ramble one Saturday with our junior school teacher, Winifred Hopper, when I was about eight or nine. At that time the Hall was still occupied and not open to the public.
Then later, my mother told me about an article in the local paper - the last member of the eccentric and rather reclusive Harpur Crewe family had died and the estate had been taken over by the NT, as a sort of time capsule.
|Stables - room for a cart too?|
The inside is a clutter of furniture and collections of rocks, of insects, of books, of stuffed animals . . .
|A huge rocking horse - and a sedan chair|
|Bells for the servants|
It's just as well most of us don't have the space to keep everything.
The grounds are extensive with a pleasure garde, kitchen garden with orangery, now a fern house. The church is close at hand, reached through an avenue of trees.
The Harpur Crewe graves are adorned with heather mounds.Daffodils were still in bloom.
|This is a tunnel so that gardener could access the kitchen gardens unseen by any family or guests!|
and the herd of deer.
In the gardens is a romantic grotto
More deer close to the house
Behind the car park, there is a walk along by some large ponds, where a heron was waiting for fish for quite some time.
|I can't resist a good reflection. . .|
|. . .or two .|