Allington Manor House Testimonials

No wonder Allington Manor has gone straight into Alistair Sawday’s guidebook: The heavy oak front door swings open and there you are, in the dining hall, suits of armour and a pikemans uniform flanking the fireplaces and a dark Cromwellian helmet adorning the table. On the oxide-red landing upstairs there is more: helmets, a wall of maces, Scottish Targes. No sign of Blackadder in any of the bedrooms, but plenty of flamboyance: two have roll-top baths plumped decadently in the middle of the room, one a bateau lit, and all three heavy drapes swept aside with giant tassels, proper china and jug kettles, flat-screen TVs and digital Roberts radios. Mine, the Garden Room, is simply gorgeous with its blue-and-white-toile de Jouy patterns and porcelain. But its dinner time and there’s a pub to visit in nearby Strathern. Article - Guardian Travel