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Moving Out #34
Posted by Viv Wilson on 31st January 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Auction,go-karting,antiques,burton on trent,Ferrari
MOVING OUT: And so the day arrived a month or so after our wedding when my dad had to leave Hoar Cross Hall. Ten years after moving in he was now moving out, leaving his dream home for my mum to live in alone. Gavin moved with him and Piers was away at school most of the time. It was a mammoth task as he had so much stuff to move, especially from the basement. He had some heavy machinery too that he’d brought with him from his alabaster days, including a band saw which we used to saw up logs for the huge fireplaces in the main rooms. He had bought a house in nearby Burton-on-Trent which had some outbuildings for a workshop and there he moved to start a...
Our mansion gets a facelift #4
Posted by Viv Wilson on 18th May 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,Chapel,damask room,Hessian room,servants hall,dungeon,execution chamber,skeleton
OUR MANSION GETS A FACELIFT!
We moved into Hoar Cross Hall during the summer holidays and my parents quickly realised that they had a lot of work on their hands to make the place habitable as well as to earn some money from it. As previously mentioned, there was an East Wing and a West Wing to the house. My dad decided to convert the first floor rooms of each wing into three separate apartments; he had done this at our previous house. This would generate income from rents until we got the main house open to the public. It wasn’t a big job to convert the rooms as the East Wing had four main rooms and two bathrooms already there, which would have been used as g...
Moving Out #29
Posted by Viv Wilson on 29th November 2021 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar cross hall,Meynell,go-karting,antiques,Derby,Ferrari,Burton-on-Trent,Police
And so the day arrived a month or so after our wedding when my dad had to leave Hoar Cross Hall. Ten years after moving in he was now moving out, leaving his dream home for my mum to live in alone. Gavin moved with him and Piers was away at school most of the time. It was a mammoth task as he had so much stuff to move, especially from the basement. He had some heavy machinery too that he’d brought with him from his alabaster days, including a band saw which we used to saw up logs for the huge fireplaces in the main rooms. He had bought a house in nearby Burton-on-Trent which had some outbuildings for a workshop and there he moved to start afresh.
He carried o...