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Midnight pool parties #22

...s in this stately home were about 2-3 feet (1m) thick!  When I turned 18 we decided to have a party, of course, in one of the apartments and once again a crowd of us went back after closing time at the pub.  We had to be careful where we parked as the banquets were still going strong at the weekends and we didn’t want any problems from my warring parents.  If my mum saw any strange cars parked on the drive she would push a note under my dad’s lounge door asking him to move it as it would be in the way of the banquet coaches.  My dad, known for his short fuse at the best of times, would then go mad and send a rude note back to mum, pushing it under her lo...

A New Year Calamity!

...dent in a stately home near Lichfield back in the 70s when a ceiling moulding had fallen on somebody’s head.  Imagine the looks on our faces when we realised it was my own stately home he was referring to – this inspection cost us £1500 - and all because of my dad! Happy New Year!!   Don’t miss next week’s instalment:  The History of Hoar Cross Hall If you’d like to follow my story from the beginning, please click here and feel free to share with your friends    ...

Midnight pool parties #21

...s in this stately home were about 2-3 feet (1M) thick!  When I turned 18 we decided to have a party, of course, in one of the apartments and once again a crowd of us went back after closing time at the pub.  We had to be careful where we parked as the banquets were still going strong at the weekends and we didn’t want any problems from my warring parents.  If my mum saw any strange cars parked on the drive she would push a note under my dad’s lounge door asking him to move it as it would be in the way of the banquet coaches.  My dad, known for his short fuse at the best of times, would then go mad and send a rude note back to mum, pushing it under her lo...

Midnight Pool Parties #20

...s in this stately home were about 2-3 feet (1M) thick! When I turned 18 we decided to have a party, of course, in one of the apartments and once again a crowd of us went back after closing time at the pub. We had to be careful where we parked as the banquets were still going strong at the weekends and we didn’t want any problems from my warring parents. If my mum saw any strange cars parked on the drive she would push a note under my dad’s lounge door asking him to move it as it would be in the way of the banquet coaches. My dad, known for his short fuse at the best of times, would then go mad and send a rude note back to mum, pushing it under her lounge doo...

Whodunit in the Library? #24

...WHODUNIT IN THE LIBRARY?      When we first moved to Hoar Cross Hall, growing up in a stately home seemed an idyllic way to live – and lots of fun if you’re a child. This rambling old house full of empty rooms and secret doors, wild gardens and woods to explore, was in some ways a dream come true for our family, certainly for my dad. But as we turned from children to teenagers the isolation and lack of public transport was frustrating. Coupled with this was my parents fighting and subsequent split, living at each end of the house and battling for the house and business through their solicitors. The effect this had on me, as the eldest child who perhaps s...

Moving On #35

...MOVING ON – THE END OF AN ERA:      And so, after ten years of growing up and living in a stately home, I have come to the end of my story. After my parents’ divorce it was agreed that my mum bought out my dad's half of the house and he had to leave his dream home forever. He and Gavin moved out to live in Burton-on-Trent and my mum carried on running Mediaeval Banquets for a few more years. She and the singer eventually got together much to my dad’s chagrin. The singer spent a lot more time at the Hall helping my mum run the banquets; however, Piers didn’t really get on with him. When he was about 14 years old my dad received a phone call from Piers...