Moreton Corbet Castle ruins, Shawbury.

12 Mar

MORETON CORBET CASTLE Aerial view of the medieval castle and Tudor manor house.

Yesterday I kept up a slowly growing tradition whereby my attendance at Port Vale football ground means a rare win for this Potteries based team. This time against Swindon. Every time that I have enjoyed a free ticket to the Presidential Suite, Port Vale have won ! I enjoyed a couple of beers and needed a walk to pay for the indulgence today. So the campervan headed for Moreton Corbet in deepest Shropshire.

    The quiet little hamlet is close to RAF Shawbury and the ruins sit adjacent to a very pretty Church, nestling in the flat agricultural landscape. This photo shows a glimpse forward in time, from the medieval fortress to the Elizabethan mansion built many years later by the Corbet family. The atmosphere is tangibly hair raising. The first glimpse on our drive in from the South was extremely dramatic. A verbal WOW moment when you spot the facade. It is managed by English Heritage but still Corbet owned.

A timber building from around 1100 BC  was replaced by stone in 1200 and gradually developed into an Elizabethan , Italian-styled, mansion. Time has taken it’s toll and some awesome cracks and sheared masonry can be seen if you click on the pics below and zoom in. Huge windows and fireplaces to match are in evidence. Log consumption must have been massive to keep even the mild Shropshire weather at bay.

The family were Royalists and the Castle helped defend Shrewsbury during the Civil War but was taken by Parlimentarian troops at least twice. Robert Corbet lost his life through the Black Death and the place is steeped in history. One legend says that the family took pity on a puritan who was suffering from popular discrimination. They took him and fed and watered him, putting him under their roof and defence. They did tire of him though eventually. (” I don’t think you wanted to do that did you?” “Waste not want not” ” Don’t do as I do, do as I say…..”) so they threw him out. He scraped by in a local woods but returned to cast a curse on the house and family. Threatening infestation by serpents, beasties and nastiness, he said that the family would not live to enjoy the wonderous stately home. They did  move out and it became a ruin. One hell of a downshift………….

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If you visit, take a look at the beautiful Church adjacent.

     We did not stop at that and moved on to Attingham Park for a National Trust lunch and a decent walk before the drizzle set in.

     We did go into the house and I listened to a volunteer guide talking about some “diaries” of a certain Madame Wilson who was mistress to a large number of high ranking gentry in the 1800s. There were so many, I do not know how she found time or the energy for what she got up to. The guide then had an interesting verbal ramble about politics in the Potteries from 1940s onwards. Then Kenya and the Mau Mau rebellion, Rhosesia and the commonwealth and British Empire. An interesting Gentleman of 78 , action packed years. He had been involved in agricultural feeds but came from a family of politicians. I got dragged away by my wife as we had caused a huge backlog of visitors on the house tour.


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