Beeleigh Abbey, Essex, part I - The home of Catherine and the late Christopher Foyle
IT’S now a full century since Beeleigh Abbey first appeared in the pages of COUNTRY LIFE (September 30, 1922). Christopher Hussey, the Architectural Editor at that time, was doubtless invited to visit the house by Richard Edwin Thomas, its enthusiastic new owner. In that same year, Thomas had already published a handsome little Arts-and-Crafts-style volume on Beeleigh, under his own imprint. It was from this volume that Hussey derived much of the material in his article, but this remarkable and little-known site richly repays revisiting.
Beeleigh is no grand pile still bearing the name ‘abbey’, yet with little visible evidence of its medieval past. Nor is it one of those skeletal ruins that leave the visitor disorientated and struggling to understand what they see. It is something much more unusual: a complete and coherent fragment of a medieval religious house, where the internal arrangements—including a superb early16th-century roof—have barely been altered since the time of the Dissolution.
The Abbey of St Mary and St Nicholas at Beeleigh was founded towards the end of the 12th century for a community of Premonstratensian canons, named after the mother house of their order, Prémontré (Aisne), in north-eastern France. It was here, in an isolated valley in the forest of Saint-Gobain, that the movement’s inspirational but restless leader, St Norbert of Xanten (d. 1134), had settled with a small group of disciples in 1121.
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