A DAY TRIP BACK IN TIME
Three stately homes are a quick ride from London
Lady Mary Crawley famously rescued the family home, Downton Abbey, by marrying Matthew Crawley, a distant cousin and heir to the sprawling estate. It’s no coincidence that the hugely popular television series is named after the house: “Downton Abbey.” The show that made Britain’s stately homes so familiar to millions of American viewers also demonstrated how difficult it was — and remains — to finance them.
It’s been estimated that 1 in 6 English country estates — called “stately homes” by the Brits — was demolished in the 20th century, particularly after World War II, with steep inheritance taxes and fewer people working “downstairs” to keep massive houses humming. Now, tourism is the ticket. At many stately homes, trusts allow aristocratic owners to live in private parts of their castles while tours and other public events defray the cost of upkeep. Recently, I traveled by train from London to three standouts. The experience of walking through each of the houses and touring their grounds felt surprisingly authentic.
The real Downton, Highclere Castle, about 60 miles from London, has itself teetered on the edge of ruin a few times since 1679. When filming of the series started in 2010, it brought welcome revenue to its owner, the Earl of Carnarvon. Today, tens of thousands of annual visitors still pay to tour the rooms and grounds that appeared in the show.
From the moment I walked through the gates, past the low-hanging limb of a 200-year-old cedar that frames the first sight of the castle, the approach that every devoted “Downton” fan knows so well, I felt as though I was in a film set.
I remembered the massive three-story oak stairway that leads right into the towering reception saloon, bordered by Gothic stone arches and walls covered with 17th-century embossed Spanish leather; the long library where Lord Grantham’s desk sits and where many a Crawley family conversation took place on the red sofas by the fireplace.
Highclere hosts busloads of tourists. Although touring guru Rick Steves has confessed that house tours such as these put him into a “furniture-wax coma,” I didn’t notice a significant gender imbalance among the visitors. I also saw mostly couples a few days later, when I took a train north of London to one of the stateliest of stately homes and the most historyrich of the three I visited: Chatsworth House, seat of the Cavendish family, the Dukes of Devonshire, since the mid-16th century.
Chatsworth is nestled among grazing lands dotted with sheep, the narrow River Derwent snaking in front of its enormous expanse of yellow stone, with stables on one end and long terraces on the other.
As visitors approach, the grandeur of the place emerges: the gold leaf applied around the outside of the very tall windows and the seemingly countless classical statues that punctuate the terraces. Off on a distant hill is the famous Cascade, completed in 1696 and subsequently enlarged, its wide stone steps carrying sheets of water down about 200 feet. The side of the house has its own approach, as impressive as the front view seen from the twisting road. To see this most iconic view of Chatsworth, walk to the far end of the reflecting canal completed in 1703.
On the sunny day I toured, visitors were making the most of its acres of gardens. The huge rock garden from 1842 is made from enormous boulders arranged almost as if after a landslide, giant redwoods mingling among the stones. The supersize boxwood maze and perennial garden are all within the extensive stone foundations that remain from Chatsworth’s famous glass conservatory, the inspiration for London’s Crystal Palace of 1851. Contemporary sculpture, a passion of the current duke and his father, seems to appear around every corner.
Inside Chatsworth House, visitors see public rooms mostly built during the time of the 1st duke. The stately three-story entry hall, for example, painted in brilliant colors on every side and overhead with scenes from the life of Julius Caesar, has a wide staircase to the first floor.
A few days, later I took a 25-minute train trip south of London to another historic stately home, Knole — all 365 rooms of it. It was built for an archbishop of Canterbury in the mid-15th century and bought by Thomas Sackville in 1603. It was that first Sackville, ancestor of the current residents of Knole, who modeled the house on palaces he had seen in Europe, transforming it into a residence fit for entertaining the royal court.
Almost the first thing a visitor sees in the entrance hall at Knole is a life-size sculpture of a reclining nude, a famous Italian ballerina known as La Baccelli. She lived on the estate for years and had a son with the 3rd Duke of Dorset, the title given the Sackvilles. After setting a torrid pace with affairs in London and Paris, where he was said to be a favorite of Marie Antoinette, that 3rd duke settled down at Knole with an aristocratic wife, Arabella Cope. The sculpture of La Baccelli went to the attic, but survived.
The Sackville family assembled the country’s greatest collection of royal furniture from the Stuart period. It’s still there, cared for by the National Trust, which recently completed a multiyear restoration of Knole. The furnishings were brought there by Charles Sackville, who, as lord chamberlain to the king’s household under William III and Mary, had the authority to remove furniture from royal properties such as Hampton Court, Whitehall and Kensington palaces.
I was fascinated by the black andirons bearing the initials of Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, now in Knole’s medieval Great Hall. And in one of the state rooms, the National Trust has the original Knole sofa, upholstered in crimson velvet, enclosed in a protective clear case.
Vita Sackville-West, author and lover of novelist Virginia Woolf, grew up at Knole and lived there with Woolf in the 1920s. She devoutly wished to keep Knole, as the only child of Lord Sackville. But when he died in 1928, there was no Matthew Crawley to save the day. She moved out — and her uncle moved in.