Welcome to Staunton Harold Hall
The Staunton Harold Estate is a traditional country estate of some 2000 acres, centred on the great Georgian mansion, Staunton Harold Hall. Family run, and ‘hands on’ in its management style, the estate has embraced modern uses for its diverse assets.
The Hall itself became a family home again in 2003, after fifty years of institutional use. With some eighty three rooms, the main building easily accommodates three generations of our family. Son-in-law, Tony Cantrill, has taken over the West Wing, now converted into high quality managed offices and conference facilities, known as LION COURT.
The suite of fine ‘State Rooms’ on the east and north front lend themselves to large functions, and here we host weddings and other events up to twelve times a year.
Our family’s involvement with Staunton Harold began in 1955, when we purchased the three farms at the core of the estate. These included the large Georgian stable block, which stood abandoned and ruinous. We put it in good repair, and in 1974 began its conversion to craft workshops and studios. Now known as the FERRERS CENTRE FOR ARTS AND CRAFTS this is a true ‘making’ centre with some eighteen businesses covering a range of disciplines. Most of our land is let to local farmers, but the four hundred acres of woodland we manage ourselves with a forestry team based at our estate sawmill. From here we sell firewood through the TEN MILE TIMBER COMPANY, and sawn material, mainly oak and larch, through Staunton Hardwoods, cut to customers’ requirements.
Our family business centres around maintaining and renting out property and a recent addition to this, built from our own timber, is DEERPARK LODGE. This is a holiday cottage, sleeping six, set among trees on a hill above the Hall. The hamlet of Staunton Harold includes a garden centre, in separate ownership, and a fine 17th century church, now in the care of the National Trust. We have become something of a walking and cycling centre, with adequate car parks and restaurants and seven routes radiating from the settlement.
Last Sunday was a day of two halves. By eight o’clock in the morning the lawns were heaving with people, hundreds of them, throwing themselves into the lake, scrambling out and tearing off the wetsuits, peddling furiously off to Ticknall and Melbourne, and finally running past the front of the hall out into the woodlands of the National Forest. This, our second triathlon, was judged a big success.
By midday it was all over, and by early afternoon you would not have guessed that anything unusual had taken place. For our part we found ourselves entertained two sets of American friends In the morning a family from Vermont, on the Canadian border, were happy to give us the lowdown on their current president. Donald Trump is a crook , whose wealth comes from money-laundering, and he is firing the Washington staff to bring in his own cronies. He has undone the good work of Barak Obama, the country is in a mess, and his foreign achievements amount to nothing.
In the afternoon we introduced an American military pilot from Florida to Pimms and strawberries, In glorious sunshine he told us how Trump has set about sacking the corrupt and self-serving Washington administration. He is a businessman, always thinking thirty moves ahead. His domestic actions have brought growth and reduced unemployment. His robust foreign policy is bringing results on the world stage.
So there you have it. If, like me, you were unsure how to judge events on the other side of the pond, these Sunday discussions will being much needed clarity.