We were somewhat excited to visit Chillingham, because its owner, Sir Humphry is one of those landed gents who isn’t afraid of a bit of reality TV and therefore we’d seen him in action riding bareback across his estate and hosting ghost evenings in his castle. I had rather warmed to him but it looked like we wouldn’t have time to visit him. Fortunately, we finished up somewhere else early and at 3pm found we’d be able to get to him for 4pm, leaving us 90 minutes to wander around.
Some of what I found seriously impressed me: Sir Humphry has taken a derelict shell and made it a home. The lounge and saloon upstairs are delightful.
Other bits are a bit touristy and I imagine the first thing his children do after he goes will be to have a good clear out.
Downstairs there is a room of torture implements. I even discovered what an iron maiden really is!
One gets the impression that Sir Humphry is a rule unto his own, but at least his home is what I always ask for them to be, just that, a home. Stuff everywhere.
When visited: July 2014