The Old Rectory, Dunton
She stands as though she is posing for a portrait, regal, graceful and breathtakingly stunning. After 17 years here, and with no recollection of houses before, I still awaken everyday anew with awe, marveling at this wonderful place I can call home. It is the english dream, hidden among folds of the country, where you can imagine yourself as Elizabeth Bennet, yet it feels somehow possible. This house captures memories between it’s bricks and you can hear the echoes of laughter and joy, long after the sensation of the moment has been lost to time. Wander past the box hedges and down the lawns and you are blissfully lost in a garden wonderland - Alice exploring a paradise that whisks you away from reality.
There is an elegant ease with which this house entertains, and even when weather forbids, the tailored marquee is easily erected to encapsulate the patio in folds of silk and twinkling lights. Never failing to please, this house has delighted guests with celebrations of christenings, New Years and numerous birthdays - the pinnacle of entertainment: dancing away a midsummer night to the sound of the Hoosiers playing energetically on the terrace. I have seen boys’ weekends frequenting the Billiards room, and dinner parties entertaining the dining room, but regardless of the the occasion, The Old Rectory never ceases to put a smile on everyones’ faces.
Happiness radiates from the walls, and you can not help but be elated with pride when you can call this your home. The Old Rectory holds a special place for everyone who encounters it: even enticing the Duchess of Marlborough to buy it in 1729. At the heart of the community it holds a front pew in Church, has invited countless fundraisers in the gardens, and every year I have watched it host a place for everyone to mingle merrily after the christmas eve service.
The Old Rectory is not only a house; it is a place of first kisses, of first loves, and of the first genuine smile of unabashed happiness. The Old Rectory is not just a uniquely beautiful home; it is the storehouse of memory, the guardian of happiness, and a home that is unforgettable. It carries at its very the core the promise of your future: your celebrations, your hopes and your dreams - envisaged, cherished and about to become real.
She stands as though she is posing for a portrait, regal, graceful and breathtakingly stunning. After 17 years here, and with no recollection of houses before, I still awaken everyday anew with awe, marveling at this wonderful place I can call home. It is the english dream, hidden among folds of the country, where you can imagine yourself as Elizabeth Bennet, yet it feels somehow possible. This house captures memories between it’s bricks and you can hear the echoes of laughter and joy, long after the sensation of the moment has been lost to time. Wander past the box hedges and down the lawns and you are blissfully lost in a garden wonderland - Alice exploring a paradise that whisks you away from reality.
There is an elegant ease with which this house entertains, and even when weather forbids, the tailored marquee is easily erected to encapsulate the patio in folds of silk and twinkling lights. Never failing to please, this house has delighted guests with celebrations of christenings, New Years and numerous birthdays - the pinnacle of entertainment: dancing away a midsummer night to the sound of the Hoosiers playing energetically on the terrace. I have seen boys’ weekends frequenting the Billiards room, and dinner parties entertaining the dining room, but regardless of the the occasion, The Old Rectory never ceases to put a smile on everyones’ faces.
Happiness radiates from the walls, and you can not help but be elated with pride when you can call this your home. The Old Rectory holds a special place for everyone who encounters it: even enticing the Duchess of Marlborough to buy it in 1729. At the heart of the community it holds a front pew in Church, has invited countless fundraisers in the gardens, and every year I have watched it host a place for everyone to mingle merrily after the christmas eve service.
The Old Rectory is not only a house; it is a place of first kisses, of first loves, and of the first genuine smile of unabashed happiness. The Old Rectory is not just a uniquely beautiful home; it is the storehouse of memory, the guardian of happiness, and a home that is unforgettable. It carries at its very the core the promise of your future: your celebrations, your hopes and your dreams - envisaged, cherished and about to become real.
View of The Old Rectory from the rear garden.
The old house sign, now adorning the chesnut tree in the driveway.
One of the seven bedrooms in the house, this one found on the 1st floor. Hand-painted Chinese wallpaper.
The hallway decorated at Christmas.
The dining room.
