Jan 27

A Tale of Intrigue, Ghosts and a Beautiful Estate in the Cotswolds

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Editor’s Note: Rogan O’Herlihy guides our England and Scotland hiking tours. He is a native of the famed Cotswolds region in England, and his passion for the area is contagious. We asked him to share a personal recollection of the Cotswolds, and this is his story of Chavenage House. Enjoy!

The Legend of Chavenage House

By Rogan O’Herlihy

My life within the Cotswolds runs back to the ripe old age of two. My parents moved there to distance themselves from the hustle and bustle of “The Big Smoke” (London) where they met.

They both worked in the arts. They felt a rural upbringing surrounded by sloping green fields and scattered sheep was more appropriate in the raising of children than the concrete and pace of life that any large city offers. I am terribly pleased that they made this decision. I love the quiet, quaint splendor of my roots, especially my little corner in the Cotswolds.

Avening

When I was twelve, my Dad lived in a little village called Avening, just a hop down the road from the royal enclave of Tetbury. I loved this area of the Cotswolds. It was quiet, peaceful and perfect for a kid who likes to chase sheep and bicycle up and down narrow country lanes lined with hedges and old walls made from famous Cotswold stone.

One evening my Dad and I went for a walk. About two miles towards Tetbury from Avening, tucked away in old woodland, lies a magnificent, if not awfully spooky (for a child), Elizabethan manor called Chavenage House. A section of the house was built during the Middle Ages, which by the standards of the Cotswolds is quite common.

We jumped in my Dad’s battered old jeep, parked up by the Avening football club pitches, and started towards the Chavenage House, casually leaping over cow patties and climbing old stiles. A stile is a structure that provides passage for people through, or over, a fence or boundary via steps, ladders or narrow gaps.

Springtime

This was early spring and there was a chill to the air as dusk approached. Springtime in the Cotswolds is my favorite time of year, (with the exception of October perhaps). The budding flowers and light green trees holding to the slopes of the peacefully undulating landscape. The warmth of the days and the crisp air of the mornings and evenings and the slow awakening of life post-winter set amongst the honey-colored hues of the sleepy villages is just magic.

Chavenage House Grandeur

You amble along a quiet country lane framed by tall oaks planted to line the long approach as you walk toward Chavenage House. It is quite the sight. Equally so is the Chavenage House itself as it comes into view. A classic Elizabethan Cotswold manor renovated from its medieval roots in 1576.

It was complete with ecclesiastical glass from Henry VIII’s dissolution of the monasteries and timbers from old galleons broken up on the nearby River Severn. It is truly a fantastic building. Just a short stroll from my childhood home, the beauty of Chavenage House is part of what made growing up in the Cotswolds so special.

An Old Ghost Story

Chavenage House

The Legend of Chavenage House is a tale that has been shared many times over the centuries about a man named Nathaniel Stephens, M.P., P.C., who was the Lord of the Manor during the Civil War of 1641-45.

Chavenage House & The Civil War

Stephens fought on the side of the Parliamentarians against King Charles I and his Royalist supporters during the war. The King was imprisoned after hostilities ceased. The Parliamentarians decided that in order to ensure no Royalist uprisings, King Charles needed to be executed.

Oliver Cromwell, a Parliamentarian leader, sent General Henry Ireton (his son-in-law) to Chavenage House. He was going to persuade Colonel Stephens to add his support for the death of the King. Stephens was reluctant. He wavered in his support for the execution of King Charles I, and it took all night for Ireton to convince him to join the cause.

Legend Has It

As legend has it, Colonel Stephens eventually agreed, but soon after his daughter returned and discovered what had happened. So horrified and angered was she at the shame that her father brought to the family name, that she cursed him, and soon after Colonel Stephens fell ill and died.

A Headless Horseman

At his funeral, as the story goes, a stagecoach driven by a headless horseman wearing the star and garter of Charles I drew up at the door. Colonel Stephens was seen by all assembled for the funeral to rise from his coffin, float across the courtyard, and enter the stagecoach to be driven away by the ghost of King Charles I.

My dad recounted this story as we strolled towards the Chavenage House. As one would expect with any twelve years old, I laughed it off as ridiculous and showed no signs of outward fear nor a lack of desire to draw nearer to the grounds. I remember being secretly very spooked by my Dad’s rendition of this tale. Being dusk, I was certainly glad my Dad was there with me.

A Close Encounter

I was feeling at my most jumpy just as my Dad finished the story. Suddenly, there was a screech in the night and a talon sliced into my head. Realizing I was not dinner, the talon’s cheeky owner disappeared into the darkness of the woodland. I had been attacked by an owl, and what timing!

Upon realizing what had happened, coupled with my scream and clear indignation, my Dad laughed as hard a laugh as I could remember previous to that evening, and indeed, since. In fact, he continued enjoying himself at my expense thirty minutes later as we returned to his jeep. I, however, was bleeding badly and anything but enjoying his amusement, as one might expect from a scared and bloody twelve-year-old boy.

I can only laugh at my memory of the ths as I write, and how wonderful it was to be raised in such a timeless corner of the world.

Would you like to see Chavenage House in person? Check out our Cotswolds hiking tour with Rogan O’Herlihy. Rogan will lead our guests to Chavenage House en route to Tebury recounting history (and ghost stories!) along the way.

Chavenage House in Popular Culture

Poldark

Chavenage House has been featured in a number of films and television programs over the years. More recently, Chavenage served as Candleford Manor in the popular BBC series Lark Rise to Candleford. Chavenage House also serves as Trenwith House in the critically acclaimed 2015 hit TV series Poldark, starring Aidan Turner.

You can stream Poldark and other great shows at pbs.org/masterpiece

Learn More
Chavenage House is historic, but it’s not a museum. It’s a fully functioning home, inhabited by the very warm, welcoming and friendly Lowsley-Williams family. Check out the Chavenage House website for more info about the family, history of the house, photos, video and more.
www.chavenage.com

Photos:
Chavenage House, South Front | Courtesy of Chavenage House/James Kerr Photography
Chavenage House, East Front | Courtesy of Chavenage House/James Kerr Photography
Captain Ross Poldark (Aidan Turner), coming through the front gates at Chavenage | Courtesy of Chavenage House/Mammoth Screen

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