In theory it’s easy to cycle from York, where we live, to Beningbrough Hall. In practice, though, it’s been raining almost continuously for a fortnight and cycling through mud isn’t everybody’s cup of tea (It’s a great route in the sumer, though).
We grabbed the one suny morning we had this week, and we drove there.
There’s been a stately home on this site since Elizabethan times, but the present pile was built between 1702 and 1716, in a style inspired by its owner’s two-year tour of Italy.
It went through many incarnations. One owner, a passionate horsewoman, ran a stud farm here. It also served during World War II as a billet for British and Canadian air crew.
Like many stately homes, Beningbrough Hall passed into the hands of the National Trust when its last private owners had to find money to pay Death Duties.
We caught some fleeting sunshine on the Chapel in the grounds.
“Is that river supposed to be there?”
It’s the point where the rivers Nidd and Ouse meet, but they’ve also ‘met’ a few fields, hedges and trees into the bargain.
Not to mention parts of the path…
Running the premises, from the National Trust’s point of view, hasn’t always been easy. In 1979 they teamed up with the National Portrait Gallery so the main rooms could be used for art exhibitions.
In better, non-pestilential times, you can go inside and view interiors and art without having to book in advance.
It speaks volumes that the present exhibition is on the subject of Well-Being (and that it ends on Hallowe’en).
Stay safe, everyone.