In its 28 furnished rooms, next to a four-poster bed stacked with Richard Smith’s Technicolor pop-art prints (discovered among the bric-a-brac in Chatsworth’s nursery) and Hepworth Wakefield’s Phyllida Barlow lithographs, Enid Are hanging. Blyton paperbacks, while common areas are filled with paperwhites and hyacinths grown on the estate in the greenhouse and hand-made lamps by local potter and main house staff member Joe Heath.
Checking in on a summer afternoon (although it was drizzling slightly – it is Derbyshire, after all), I felt as if I was stepping into a good friend’s cozy farmhouse, with the roar of the fireplace in the next room. The gentle hum of conversation and clinking cups of tea flows from the dining area in the adjoining and garden rooms. After being handed a huge old-fashioned key, we were led down meandering corridors (the building was first acquired by the estate in the early 19th century, when it was a tavern, before being converted into a hotel by a Devonshire family Used to serve as a coaching inn) 1975) and up to our room, which was revealed after pushing back green-covered doors, reminiscent of an old snooker table. Went.
Inside, the space was decorated with Harding’s typical mix of rustic home charm — antique four-poster beds with princess- and pea-thick mattresses and chintzy wallpaper — as well as some more modern touches, like zingy shades of electric blue and crimson. Was decorated with shades. , abstract painting, and funky rotary-dial phones. But the real star of the show is the view from every room in the house, which allows you to momentarily imagine yourself as a character from a Jane Austen novel, sitting at your window, overlooking undulating fields and woodland. Is looking in the pockets of. (You’ll also want to see them up close, as further walks will take you to Chatsworth’s main house, which is just a 20-minute walk away.)