Rudding Park – in God’s own county

For our wedding anniversay (our pottery one, if you’re interested) we went to stay at Rudding Park, just outside Harrogate, where The Boy had golf business. The grounds were landscaped by Repton, so all very Jane Austen, except the orginal house was pulled down and rebuilt by some mill owner from Huddersfield (dodgey people these Huddersfield types!).

Peter and his staff (especially the laconic Felipe in the bar) made us feel really welcome. The chocolate, toffees and little ladybird massage thing were all nice touches, but sybarite that I am I think I’ll recall ‘The Cheese Experience’ for some time to come.

“Come and see the long course” they said…”it’s really pretty” beseeched Peter. And yes, it was. But being me, I was interested in everything apart from the ‘cracking golf holes’ – this floating bridge for instance.

Or these mushrooms…

When was it decided that posh lawns (sorry greens) have stripes? Has someone written the history of the lawn? I’m sure they have.

The half-way house…saviour of many a golfer.