 Writing
in the mid 1960's Ralph Dutton described Hinton
Ampner as "This
little community which consists of the traditional
group of parish church, manor house and cluster
of cottages, with the addition of a rectory and a
farmhouse or two, remains anonymously buried in
the countryside.
It
must, I think have been the peaceful prospect
which first led to the building of a house at
Hinton, and which persuaded a succession of owners
not to abandon the site in spite of the various
reverses that occurred. It was certainly the prime
influence in my own building operations.
When farming was in the doldrums in the years
between the wars, it was assumed that from chalk
land a farmer could barely scratch a livelihood,
just as it was by many supposed that those living
on chalk might as well abandon all effort to have
a decent garden. In both cases the defeatism has
now very definitely changed, and with new methods
these chalk and clay lands can vie with the best
corn-growing areas in the country; while for
gardeners there is no longer any cause for
despair, and they can take heart from the
achievements of Mr. Lewis Palmer at Headbourne
Worthy, near Winchester.
The house at Hinton Ampner stands at the fairly
modest elevation of 360 feet (110 metres), but
since the high road in the valley is 100 feet (30
metres) lower, the contrast gives an increased
sense of altitude. From the house there is a wide
view southward over the placid landscape, with
barely a building in site. In the middle distance
lies the village of Kilmeston , but it is
completely concealed by trees and the folds of the
ground. Beyond those trees the ground rises to the
long down-like ridge of the Millbarrow hills
which, under various names stretch from the valley
of the Meon in the east to the valley of the
Itchen in the west. Away to the east, rising above
woodlands and beyond the Meon valley, can be seen
the bold outline of Old Winchester Hill, one of
the highest downs in the county. How it came by
this name is unknown, for as the crow flies, it is
12 miles or more from the city.
The Georgian House at Hinton Ampner was by no
means the first on the site. It had been built in
1793 when a Tudor house, standing 60 yards (55
metres) to the north, had been demolished. And the
Tudor manor had replaced a very dimly recorded
medieval building which was said to have been
destroyed by fire in the early 16th century. Thus
it can be fairly said that the site has been
occupied domestically for five centuries and
possibly much longer although the house standing
there has been destroyed or demolished five times.
While the Tudor house existed the stable buildings
lay at right angles to the south-west of it; when
the Georgian house rose on the site further south
the stables came to the north-west and were at a
slightly obtuse angle to it. And thus it remains
as the house is today.
The new house was simple and straightforward. It
was solidly built in a pale yellow brick and was
fairly spacious but it would seem that my ancestor
Lord Stawell expended little money on the
elaborate decoration. It consisted of a square
block with a pedimented doorway on the north with
a single window on either side. On the south there
were five windows on the ground and first floor
while behind the parapet which ran round the house
were dormer windows in the mansard roof. These
details I know from a very few surviving
photographs taken by my grandmother about 1860 and
also from the aquatint of the Hampshire Hunt,
which is dated 1819 and shows the house in the
background.
It was the sort of house which is now looked on as
'desirable' for without being large it must have
had a certain dignity. The contents of the Tudor
house, such as survived, were presumably
transferred to the new building, and Lord Stawell,
like his father, used it rather occasionally when
he came to shoot over the estate.
In 1820 Henry, Lord Stawell, died at his house in
Grosvenor Place in London, and with him the
peerage expired for the second time. Like his
predecessors he was buried at Hinton, the last to
enter the vault under the chancel. He was the
fifth owner of Hinton to be buried there since Sir
Hugh Stewkeley in 1642, while the great majority
of widows and a great number of of children joined
their respective spouses and parents, so that the
crowd must be considerable. It is curious that
however neglectful of Hinton they may have been in
their lives, they remained faithful to it in
death.
Lord Stawell's will, dated 12th September 1810,
contains no surprises. All the properties went
under the entail to the young son of his uncle,
Heneage Legge, and the remainder of the property
was bequethed to Heneage's daughter Mary. On the
death of her brother at the age of three, Mary
Legge came to be known as 'the Hampshire Heiress'.
As such she must have been a highly sought-after
young woman, but she was 23 years old before my
great-grandfather, John Dutton, persuaded her to
fall into his arms. How he secured the prize I do
not know, but it was a case of money marrying
money for John was the only son of the 1st Baron
Sherborne and heir to very large properties in
Gloucestershire.
I imagine that during these first years at Hinton my
grandfather spent much time considering how he
would convert his plain, moderate-sized house into
something more suited to the taste of the period.
The first intention was to demolish the existing
house entirely and to start afresh on the same
site. Plans were produced by a competent architect
- there was a slight Tudor flavour - but they were
rejected, possibly my grandfather felt that the 40
or so bedrooms slightly beyond his financial
status. The second design seems to have come from
another hand, but the presentation was simpler and
once again the design came from an architect who
knew what he was about.
Once again however my grandfather was not
satisfied and he decided to abandon architects
altogether and simply employ a capable builder.
His choice fell on a Mr Kemp of Alton who had
erected a number of particuarly hideous buildings
in the neighbourhood. As a builder there was
nothing amiss with his work: as a planner and
designer his ignorance was abysmal, and I fear I
should add that my grandparents cannot have been
much better.
My grandfather died in 1884, but ten years or more
before that event my father had been living
contentedly at Hinton, after a few years in the
Rifle Brigade, perfectly happy to spend his life
quietly in the country with his hunting and
shooting. He looked to his brother to carry on the
line, unluckily however, his brother died in 1886
and my father, then just 40, felt he should search
for a bride. A year later he became engaged to my
mother, Blanche Cave, who was exactly half his
age.
When making this proposal he said: 'Will you make
this house your home', thus modestly offering the
house rather than himself. Had my mother been
sensitive to architecture she might well have
said: 'I will take you, but I can't face the
house.' |