Here I am at Delamere Manor, the former home of Gary Barlow from Take
That. I meandered through narrow lanes that cut through verdant countryside and
arrived at tall gates. I’d read the manor was now a hotel and guessed it would
be so busy with wedding guests that I’d mingle and perhaps snaffle a free bit
of sherry trifle. However the gates were closed and I would have to climb onto
the roof of the motor home to scale the wall. Bum, this was unexpected. Surely
a hotel would be open?
I had a plan showing Delamere
Manor and saw there was another drive further along the lane. I drove up the
drive and found myself along in a guests car park near some large stables.
Horses heads appeared at doorways but there was nobody around. I opened the
side door of the motor home and sat on the step for ten minutes with a glass of
orange but nobody appeared. I could see the chimney of the manor house in the
mid-distance and headed to it. Nobody stopped me, nobody appeared from a side
door. No Doberman’s came to eat me. I walked around to the front of the
charming manor house and sat on the chairs arranged on the veranda. Gary and his family lived
here for ten years and they'd have sat here with him probably trying to write
music.
After ten minutes pretending to polish my camera
and phone I realised I had the place to myself. As nobody appeared from the
patio doors I went for a stroll around the expansive grounds. The back lawn
slopes down to a s-ix acre lake and some small follies are dotted around. There
was also a disused tennis court. I drank some water from a tap used to water to
vast lawns and stood in one of the follies. I'm sure Gary must have sat here
writing lyrics. His brother and family still live next door so I'm sure packs
of kids have played on this vast lawn over the years. Having the place to
myself was beginning to sink in. I thought, "I might let myself into the
house, grab a bowl of raspberry pavlova from the
fridge and settle down on the king-size bed."
Gary bought this 100-acre estate in 1995 for £1
million after the money flooded in and he designed the insides of the house in
homage to Elton John’s home apparently (i.e. probably crass and over-the-top).
The open view at the rear of the house makes you wonder why he sold it but if
you read his autobiography he couldn’t wait to sell the place and felt relief
in his stomach on the day he left the drive for the last time. He’d had a few
years in the musical wilderness - Take That's break-up, being bored,
overweight, unable to write music and goaded by the media about Robbie Williams's success.
Alerted by the sounds of a horse braying I knew I
wasn’t alone and less likely to burgle the place and empty the safe in the master
bedroom. Returning to the stables I found a girl of about 20 mucking out one of
the horses. The stables and indoor paddock were about half the size of a
football pitch and she had a few horses to sort out. She’d just led one back in
from the surrounding fields which - along with the manor - are owned by a rich
woman who lives in Miami for most of the year.
“You’re
lucky to find the place empty,” she said as the place was used for wedding
venues. The owner had returned from Miami as her favourite horse was about to have
surgery (I gave it my apple core.) Gary had flown her to a concert in Dublin to
complete the sale of the house for £4.8 million.
The young woman didn’t want any help and wasn’t bothered
by a strange man turning up on the estate to ask lots of questions. She must
have been a proper country lass as she asked me what it was like living in an
urban area with neighbours.
These days Gary lives in a £20 million in Kensington
and a £4 million manor house in Gloucestershire. I had a coffee and a vegetable
burger on a muffin in the motor home and left the young woman alone on the 100
acre estate.
The website for the place is www.delameremanor.co.uk
At the side...
At the rear...
The house when Gary owned it...