ST BARTHOLOMEW’S, Great Gransden, offers striking architectural testimony to the long-standing prosperity of the village it serves. The church is large with a tall tower that peers enticingly through the boughs of the trees in the graveyard. A first-time visitor might reasonably expect that it would stand partner to an equally substantial manor house. In fact, the reverse is true.
What has been confusingly and variously known in the past as The Priory, Great Gransden, Reppington and Rippington Manor is a diminutive building. It stands next to the churchyard and overlooks a large garden with high brick walls that falls away to two ponds and their feeder stream, Home Dole Brook. No less surprising than the relatively small scale of the building is the fact that its fabric—which substantially dates back to the 16th century —has undergone such limited and largely cosmetic alteration.
As a landholding, the manor of Rippington, which historically stood in Huntingdonshire, was probably first constituted in the late 12th century. It was carved out of the property of the de Clare family, Earls of Gloucester, and formed part of the marriage settlement of Maud, wife of Ralph, Earl of Chester. She later conveyed it to the Augustinian priory of Repton, Derbyshire (from which the name ‘Rippington’ derives). There is no detailed evidence of how this estate was managed by the priory, but a rent from it was attached in the early 15th century to Pembroke College, Cambridge, and the consequent annual obligation of the owner of the manor to pay what eventually became £10.66 to the Master and Fellows in perpetuity was only finally terminated in 1986.
This story is from the {{IssueName}} edition of {{MagazineName}}.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber ? Sign In
This story is from the {{IssueName}} edition of {{MagazineName}}.
Start your 7-day Magzter GOLD free trial to access thousands of curated premium stories, and 9,000+ magazines and newspapers.
Already a subscriber? Sign In
Tales as old as time
By appointing writers-in-residence to landscape locations, the National Trust is hoping to spark in us a new engagement with our ancient surroundings, finds Richard Smyth
Do the active farmer test
Farming is a profession, not a lifestyle choice’ and, therefore, the Budget is unfair
Night Thoughts by Howard Hodgkin
Charlotte Mullins comments on Moght Thoughts
SOS: save our wild salmon
Jane Wheatley examines the dire situation facing the king of fish
Into the deep
Beneath the crystal-clear, alien world of water lie the great piscean survivors of the Ice Age. The Lake District is a fish-spotter's paradise, reports John Lewis-Stempel
It's alive!
Living, burping and bubbling fermented masses of flour, yeast and water that spawn countless loaves—Emma Hughes charts the rise and rise) of sourdough starters
There's orange gold in them thar fields
A kitchen staple that is easily taken for granted, the carrot is actually an incredibly tricky customer to cultivate that could reduce a grown man to tears, says Sarah Todd
True blues
I HAVE been planting English bluebells. They grow in their millions in the beechwoods that surround us—but not in our own garden. They are, however, a protected species. The law is clear and uncompromising: ‘It is illegal to dig up bluebells or their bulbs from the wild, or to trade or sell wild bluebell bulbs and seeds.’ I have, therefore, had to buy them from a respectable bulb-merchant.
Oh so hip
Stay the hand that itches to deadhead spent roses and you can enjoy their glittering fruits instead, writes John Hoyland
A best kept secret
Oft-forgotten Rutland, England's smallest county, is a 'Notswold' haven deserving of more attention, finds Nicola Venning