THE houses and estates that are the real stars of COUNTRY LIFE provide a compelling and enigmatic insight into the lives of those who built, owned, lived in and often fought over them. In this week’s Platinum Jubilee issue, the enduring fascination of England’s historic houses is reflected in the launch onto the market of four timeless, but quite different country houses that have featured within its pages.
Sam Trounson of Strutt & Parker in Cirencester (01285 653101) quotes a guide price of £3.75 million for Grade I-listed, Elizabethan Doughton Manor, near Tetbury, Gloucestershire, a wonderfully symmetrical, but little-altered Cotswold-stone manor house, which stands opposite The Prince of Wales’s Highgrove estate, of which it was once a part. Doughton Manor, with its traditional coach house, Grade II-listed stone barn and nearly five acres of walled gardens and paddocks, stands at the heart of the Cotswold AONB, a mile west of Tetbury, 11 miles from Ciren- cester and nine miles from Kemble station.
Although its Historic England listing maintains that Doughton Manor was built for Richard Talboys between 1628 and 1641, research conducted by the present owners, backed up by documents held in Tetbury church, suggests that the house was, in fact, built in the 1590s, and acquired in 1623 by Talboys, who then bought the Manor and Lordship of Doughton in 1628 and ‘enlarged the existing manor house’.
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Save our family farms
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A very good dog
THE Spanish Pointer (1766–68) by Stubbs, a landmark painting in that it is the artist’s first depiction of a dog, has only been exhibited once in the 250 years since it was painted.
The great astral sneeze
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We think of them as the stuff of childhood, but nursery rhymes such as Little Jack Horner tell tales of decidedly adult carryings-on, discovers Ian Morton
Forever a chorister
The music-and way of living-of the cabaret performer Kit Hesketh-Harvey was rooted in his upbringing as a cathedral chorister, as his sister, Sarah Sands, discovered after his death
Best of British
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Old habits die hard
Once an antique dealer, always an antique dealer, even well into retirement age, as a crop of interesting sales past and future proves
It takes the biscuit
Biscuit tins, with their whimsical shapes and delightful motifs, spark nostalgic memories of grandmother's sweet tea, but they are a remarkably recent invention. Matthew Dennison pays tribute to the ingenious Victorians who devised them
It's always darkest before the dawn
After witnessing a particularly lacklustre and insipid dawn on a leaden November day, John Lewis-Stempel takes solace in the fleeting appearance of a rare black fox and a kestrel in hot pursuit of a pipistrelle bat
Tarrying in the mulberry shade
On a visit to the Gainsborough Museum in Sudbury, Suffolk, in August, I lost my husband for half an hour and began to get nervous. Fortunately, an attendant had spotted him vanishing under the cloak of the old mulberry tree in the garden.
