Monday, October 15, 2012

Dalston Hall

 
We've been away for a long weekend. Son, Daughter-in-Law and our neighbours combined to look after the cats. Since we didn't have long without Grandson duties, we didn't go far - just to Carlisle in Cumbria, over the border into England. Or, to be more accurate, we were just outside Carlisle, in Dalston. We picked, more or less randomly, Dalston Hall Hotel to stay in. Here it is above and below.
 
 
It was spectacularly lovely. It dates from the 1500s (with lots of later additions) and used to be a private manor house belonging to the Dalston family. The area was very turbulent in the past, fought over between the English and the Scots.
 
 
Now, however, it seems the picture of rural calm.
 
 
 It would be a great place for a wedding...
 
 
... and we enjoyed processing up these very grand stairs...
 
 
 ... and along to our room.
 
 
Room 4: the bed (and cuddly tiger*). That bedhead was not comfy to lean back on.
 
 
The inglenook fireplace.
 
 
The bathroom (in a turret).
 
 
The view from the window.
 
On the desk by the window, there was a folder with information about the hotel, including about its seemingly rather numerous ghosts. Apparently room 4 is the most copiously haunted. Spectral ladies come out from the right-hand inglenook and tug the bedclothes off. Dogs whine at the door. Strange noises are heard.
 
No, we didn't see or hear any ghosts. And we would greatly recommend the hotel. The food was wonderful. Strangely, we appeared to be the only guests... - well, apart from a young foreign girl who approached us as we were going down to breakfast and said that she believed that we were in room 4, the haunted one.
 
Now, how did she know that? And why did we never see her again...? Wooooooo.
 
To be continued.
 
(If you'd like to see more of Dalston Hall, you might like to look at this YouTube clip from the programme "Britain's Most Haunted": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sh4_q85Fr4 I'm quite glad that I didn't know about all this before we went... not that I believe in ghosts. Though I would have to say that in the middle of the night, with Mr Life sleeping peacefully beside me in the very dark darkness that you get in the country, and with the strange creaking noises that you get in an old house... I did slightly wonder... .)

* Very true, Daughter 1. It does appear to be a cheetah or leopard or something, not a tiger. I was too busy looking for ghosts to examine it in enough detail.

7 comments:

Gillie said...

What a lovely place! Glad you had a good time with or without spectres!

I now understand, Isabelle, after your latest comment to me, why you think Perth and London are far flung cities! Though can quite see why you would not bother to stray from beautiful Edinburgh!

magsmcc said...

Oh, gorgeous getaway for this time of the yeeeeeaaaaar!

Marcheline said...

Um... a headboard with a mirror in it is not intended to be leaned back on. It's... uh... intended to enhance your viewing pleasure of ... uh... whatever you're doing in bed.

Apparently lots of people like to watch themselves read.

*wink*

Isabelle said...

We leant on the knobbly bits of the bedhead while reading, Marcheline. You needed a pillow to cushion your head. I actually never noticed the mirror till I looked at it in the photos. Maybe it wasn't actually there...

the veg artist said...

Are you sure Mrs Rochester wasn't up there somewhere?

K said...

Isn't that a cuddly leopard, or perhaps cheetah?

Di said...

It looks like a fantastic place! Glad you enjoyed it.