Little Moreton Hall is all about me falling head over heels in love with a house from the very first second I laid eyes upon it-- a house over 500 years old that seems to have been built with me in mind. I've said before that one of the things I wanted to do during this trip was to scout out half-timbered houses. I found a jewel of a half-timbered great hall at Rufford Old Hall, but the diamond I found was Little Moreton Hall outside Congleton in Cheshire.
I'd made a list of places I wanted to visit well in advance of ever getting on the plane to the UK, and when Denis and I sat down to plan our itinerary, I paid attention to any days the places were closed, and their opening and closing times, but very little to the tiny photos in the National Trust handbook. When Denis and I drove to Little Moreton Hall, I was walking into the place with an open mind... or a blank slate (although I hesitate to call my mind that for obvious reasons).
|The first thing I spied...|
As Denis and I began to follow the path leading to the house, the first thing I spied was the blasted remains of a tree. As it seemed to be off by itself, it's little wonder that lightning seems to have paid considerable attention to it. And since I've shown you my first photo, I'd better remind you that you can click on any of the photos in this post to see them in larger sizes. No right clicking needed-- they'll open right up in a new window.
|My first view of Little Moreton Hall|
We walked past a hedgerow... I looked to the left... and there it was. Little Moreton Hall. I was in love. Little Moreton Hall stayed in the Moreton family for almost 450 years, until ownership was transferred to the National Trust in 1938.
The house you see today was first built by William Moreton from 1504 to 1508. The rest was constructed in stages by successive generations until about 1610. Looks a bit top-heavy, doesn't it? That's due to the Long Gallery at the very top that runs the length of the house. (See that dark band of windows?)
The closer I got, the more I wanted to get inside. Little Moreton Hall is a Grade One listed building, and the ground it stands on is protected as a Scheduled Monument. In other words, this place isn't going anywhere for as long as it wants to remain upright. (Which will be a good few centuries more if the National Trust has anything to do with it.)
It was about now that I realized that we would be walking on a sandstone bridge over a moat. A moat? Be still, my heart!
|I've heard about you!|
I heard some quacking and turned my camera in time to take a photo of the "jet trail" left by a speeding duck as it disappeared around the corner and on down the moat. Hmmm... my reputation must have preceded me!
|In the courtyard looking toward the door to the Great Hall|
Past the gatehouse and into a small, cobbled courtyard. That door ahead was drawing me like a powerful magnet, but I ignored it. The part of the house in front of me was the oldest, and contained the Great Hall. To the left of the door was a wing added on which used to contain the kitchen, buttery, etc. Now that wing houses a small tea room and café. Denis asked me if I wanted to eat lunch there, but I have to admit that I waved him off. This house wasn't just speaking to me, it was singing, and I wasn't the slightest bit interested in food at the moment!
|Looking around the courtyard|
As I continued to look around the courtyard, the occasional glint would make a window pane sparkle in the weak light, and I began to look closer at the windows. The panes were in all sorts of different designs, and-- I would learn later-- there were over 33,000 individual panes of window glass at Little Moreton Hall.
Little Moreton Hall was built to impress, and I was. So much pride was put into building it. Even though the place did fall on hard times, with a succession of tenant farmers living in it, once renovations on it began, I would think it didn't take all that much before the pride reasserted itself. Little Moreton Hall was built to be a happy place, and even through the Arctic chill of the day, I felt the house's warm glow spread within me. Speaking of that wind, I still wasn't ready to go inside even though I was trying not to shiver!
|"In the year of our Lord 1559...."|
|"Richard Dale Carpenter made these windows by the Grace of God"|
If I had anything to do with the building of this place, I would want people down through the centuries to know it, too!
|Time to go inside!|
|Inside the Great Hall|
|The large bow window in the Great Hall... and those window panes!|
One of the times I was in the Great Hall, a woman came in with some sort of suitcase. She opened it and began to take out tools. In talking with her, I learned that she worked for the National Trust, and she was there to begin the cleaning process on the windows in the Great Hall. I won't bore you with the steps in the process, but the work is very labor intensive and very painstaking to keep these ancient windows in good repair and looking their best. I can't remember the woman's name... Diane? Deborah? I should've made note of it because she was extremely friendly, helpful and informative. We found out that--even though we live thousands of miles apart-- we have a lot in common.
|The round table in the Parlor is another original furnishing.|
|Detail of painted paneling|
Not all of the rooms in Little Moreton are open to the public. Some National Trust employees live on site, some rooms are being worked on, and some are store rooms. But there are treasures to be found upstairs!
That is, if you don't mind climbing a flight of very narrow, very steep stairs!
Looking up isn't bad, but I have to admit that looking down from the top reminds me that I have vertigo!
|Staircase-- from the top|
|The Long Gallery|
The Long Gallery was roofed with heavy gritstone slabs which caused the supporting floors below to bow and buckle. The floor has waves in it much like the sea. Everything is well supported now and isn't about to fly apart, but the bows, buckles, and waves that remain only add to the charm of Little Moreton Hall.
Let's walk more of it.
|Plaster detail at one end of the Long Gallery|
Here's where clicking on a photo to see the detail comes in handy. But if you don't feel like doing it, the plasterwork says (in modern English), "The spear of destiny whose ruler is knowledge."
|Opposite end of the Long Gallery|
For those of you who aren't in the mood for a close-up, the translation in modern English is, "The wheel of fortune whose rule is ignorance."
|Ripley might not believe this...|
In a book that listed the author's choice of England's Thousand Best Houses, Little Moreton Hall did not make the top ranking. Why? Because-- for the most part-- it's not furnished. Granted, that is a negative, but I honestly did not feel the lack of furniture at all. All the Tudor history books, all the Tudor historical fiction that I've read over the years helped my mind furnish these rooms in what would have been the style of the day. If you do like to visit stately homes for their furnishings, you may want to give Little Moreton a miss-- but I hope you don't. Especially if your imagination likes to come out and play.
|State of the art!|
William Moreton's son (also named William) was the owner who added a state-of-the-art garderobe. That's loo...er... bathroom to you.
|No plumbing required!|
Now if you're wondering about the plumbing in that day and age, don't. There wasn't any. If you were to sit down in that garderobe on a cold winter's day, you'd definitely feel an icy breeze on your nether regions. You see, the moat at Little Moreton Hall isn't just a status symbol (it was never meant for defense). The garderobes all empty directly over-- and into-- the moat. Hmm... summer days were probably a mite fragrant at times!
We did have lunch in the tiny tea room, partly because while I was waiting for Denis, I watched an almost endless parade of locals going in to eat. I knew that if the locals liked it, then our taste buds would rejoice. They did. While we ate and chatted, I contemplated the raid I would shortly be making on the gift shop. I hadn't paid much attention to it on the way in, but I knew if I liked Little Moreton Hall, I would be spending money on the way out. I spent more money at Little Moreton Hall's gift shop than I did anywhere else during our month in the UK!
But it was time to think of leaving the house that had taken such a firm grip on my heart and my imagination. I didn't want to, but I made myself walk out the Great Hall door and out into the courtyard to face the gatehouse.
|Standing at the Great Hall door looking across the courtyard|
Standing at the door to the Great Hall, I looked across the courtyard. To the large entrance way. To all those panes of glass in the windows. To the patterns in the blackened timbers. And on up to the Long Gallery. And then I reluctantly walked across the courtyard.
|Ornamentation over the entrance way|
|View across the courtyard from the Long Gallery|
Remember that open window in the Long Gallery that could be seen in the photo taken from the Great Hall door? Well, this is how the courtyard and Little Moreton Hall looks from that open window. I love all the varying rooflines. I love the fact that there are no straight lines. I can imagine how those 33,000 window panes can glint and glimmer when the sun shines. I can certainly appreciate how comforting and warm a fire in the Great Hall fireplace is on a bitterly cold day. I can picture myself feeding the ducks that swim in the moat-- and looking for ducklings in the spring. There is so much I can imagine at Little Moreton Hall.
Thank God it's still here for us all to enjoy.