Every House has its own story to tell
As we look forward to a bright and shiny future, let’s take a moment to travel back in time and peek into the memory vaults of this house, to find out where it all began.
In 1492, at the court of Hill, in Burford, England, Rowland Hill is born.
As he grows, he earns his fortune in textiles and becomes a very wealthy man.
In 1549 he is appointed Lord Mayor of London, and is a good friend of Henry 8th.
A few years later, in 1556, he purchased the Manor of Hawkstone Hall.
He was a wise, caring and hospitable man, many people sought his advice and friendship.
The Estate now becomes the ancestral seat of the Hill family for more than 300 years.
During this time, it becomes the showpiece place to visit in England, it’s dramatic terrain and legion of curiosities drawing hoards of visitors from near and far.
But alas, the succession ended when the 3rd viscount Rowland Clegg Hill passed away
In 1895, the fortune his ancestors built gone, he died a bankrupt man.
After an auction selling the entire contents to appease the creditors, The house subsequently lay silent and empty for 11 years.
In 1906, Mr George Whiteley MP, who later became Lord Marchamley, purchased the house, leaving it as he found it 9 years later.
In 1915, Mr Creswell Grey became the 3rd owner and offered Hawkstone Hall to the government as a convalescence home for injured officers.
As the roaring 20s approach, the young, beautiful, wealthy and privelaged of the land enjoy decadent parties.
In 1926, amidst all the revelry, The Hall sits refined, in its elegant and tranquil setting, And is attracting the attention of a group of Roman Catholic redemptorist Fathers who subsequently purchase it in 1926, for the purpose of higher studies. Many dignitaries and several popes visit.
In 1973, the redemptorists relocate and the Hall becomes a pastoral and renewal centre for all faiths.
It’s 2017, the Hall is for sale, it has many admirers, but it has captured the hearts of the Distinctly hospitable group, and 2 years on, a new era is dawning for this magnificent house and it’s gardens, and the ancient rare trees are rustling in anticipation of what’s to come.
The pillows are plumped, the chandeliers are sparkling, the staff are poised to serve you, resplendent in their uniforms, cocktail shakers at the ready, and now, we cordially invite you to celebrate, sing, dance, eat, drink, rest, retreat and enjoy all that Hawkstone Hall and gardens has to offer.