Monday, September 1, 2008

Canons Ashby, Northamptonshire

I remember when I first stumbled across this place. Passing a knot of stone outbuildings and rounding a sharp bend, there was a high brick wall pierced with mullioned windows. As we continued a little further and pulled up by the side of the lane, this beautiful front was revealed across a lawn. We had found Canons Ashby.

All those years ago, the house looked neglected and sad. Walls were bowing. I think I remember weeds sprouting from the fabric here and there. We poked around a bit and a local woman appeared from a nearby cottage. We learned that Canons Ashby was the ancestral home of the Drydens (the poet’s family), who had lived here since the 17th century, but who now lived in Africa. As the sun warmed the Northamptonshire stone and and brought out colours ranging from raspberry to apricot in the brickwork, the place looked magical. Inside, we were told, nothing much had changed for 250 years. And all this history looked as if it would soon turn into another ruin, another lost country house.

That it did not do so was mostly due to Gervase Jackson-Stops, architectural advisor to the National Trust and a great scholar of and friend of country houses. Jackson-Stops not only fought to save the place, but also pioneered an arrangement under which government money was used to endow a house given to the National Trust – the first time the Trust had accepted a building with this source of endowment.

The place has blossomed since it was taken under the National Trust’s wing in 1981. The dry rot is gone, the structure has been strengthened, and conservators working for the Trust discovered enchanting 16th-century murals under layers of paint, to add to delights ranging from elaborate plaster ceilings to the vast kitchen, which, until 1938 contained the only tap (cold, of course) in the house. The library even houses a signed copy of Sir Charles Grandison by Samuel Richardson, one of the fathers of the English novel. Apparently he wrote the book at Canons Ashby: another literary link. It’s heartening to know that the fragile beauty of this place has been saved.


Peter Ashley said...

Looking Canons Ashby up on the map, I noticed its proximity to the now dismantled Great Central Railway. This reminded me of Quenby Hall, in now unseen Leicestershire, once casually observed from carriage windows on the now equally abandoned Leicester-Marefield Junction line, that once took thousands to and from East Coast holidays. Much the same here, one suspects, a sideways glance from London passengers on the last main line to be built. Ghostly whistle shrieks across windswept fields.

Philip Wilkinson said...

Buildings glimpsed from railway carriages: like music being rehearsed in churches or fragments of words on old posters they form passing and fragmentary encounters, as intense as they are brief.

Thud said...

This is getting ridiculous now...I have so many places to visit...will I ever get any work done?...thanks anyway.