Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Passing Through Prestbury


The day was soggy and grey, but I felt the need to bring you a few snaps.

The quintessential English parish church, with classic examples of communications equipment from a bygone era, a phone box that works (well there was someone in it I’m assuming they were making a call!) a post box and parish notice board.

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Across the road the wonderful Priest House,  built circa 1448 it is now masquerading as a branch of the National West Bank (and it must be a bit of a nightmare for the estates dept of the the bank; how do you make a timber framed building with leaded lights and a grade one listed building status secure? Any how, it is a bank with character and you don’t see much of that theses days.

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Apparently, during times of during times of ‘plague and sweating sickness’* the priest would deliver his sermons from the balcony, so as not to mix with the germ and flea infested throng. Services were also delivered from here during ‘The Commonwealth period’ as during this time the churches were closed. Now my historical knowledge is scant, at school we seemed to jump from colouring in pictures of Guy Fawkes, in what would now be known as the ‘reception class’ to learning about Operation PLUTO in year 12; I’m sure I must have been taught some other fascinating historical facts in between but I’m dammed if I can remember them. I’m ashamed to say I’d never heard of the Commonwealth period. So I asked the boys, all three of them, no joy, so having established it wasn’t on the time table at Mr Uhdd’s  grammar school circa 1960’s, nor is it on the current national curriculum. It even took a bit of finding mousing around the Internet, but here you are The Commonwealth 1649-53

I think it is amazing that buildings like this have survived the risky, vulnerable period where they went from being the most important place in the village (aside from the church) to being old fashioned, scruffy and not as useful as newer buildings to  becoming old enough and historic enough to be protected for prosperity, looking at the next shot you could imagine how it could have been consumed by the the later developments that surround it.

Prestbury 4-2 Today Prestbury is a very affluent village it is in the golden triangle, the area favoured by the Cheshire set, Prestbury princesses, professional footballers and their attendant WAGS, (actually overseas readers, if you are not familiar with the term WAGS, it is more of a visual thing than a Wiki thing) the main street is peppered with wine bars and restaurants and independent travel agents ( serving a customer base that has no need to scrat around on the Internet for the best deal.) That said, the current economic climate must have made a hit even here

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The White House Prestbury was once a place to be seen to dine, if that’s what you were about.

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The website is still up, so you can go and have a virtual dinner for two if you so wish.

*Sweating sickness, it must have been swine flu, ‘sweating like a pig’, gedit? oh never mind, I’ll go.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “Passing Through Prestbury

  1. Now that was a fast go-round in the spin cycle, Mrs. Uhdd. Banks with character! Telephones that work! 15th century buildings! And an entirely new take on wags for this household, I assure you. I believe I’ll go have a little nap.

  2. I love it when you take us on a guided tour. Even though I have been to Prestbury many times (and even eaten at the White House once or twice – lunchtime menu, quite affordable) it is still good to see things the UHDD way. You’ld make a great city guide. Only, they are often volunteers, and I think you volunteer for enough already!

  3. I think Joss is onto something. You can write a travel guide – See England the UHDD Way. And I, of course–along with all your other many friends in the blogosphere–would blurb it. Nex thing you know, you’d have a best seller on your hands.

  4. I really like the toppermsot photo. Wonderfully atmospheric and lovely composition.

  5. I like the sheer brilliance of colour in the red phone box and post box against the darkness and greyness of the church and the rest of the photo…

    How’s our favourite pup Spud?


    • The plan was a photogenic puppy walk in the sunshine that was forecast for today. But the grey skies and rain that we received were the least of the spoilers on the day.
      Never mind, party night tonight.
      Gerry, fast spin about sums me up: it would be a whistle stop tour ‘and today’s destination for the more senior members of the Uhdd clan is the NHS, some areas are poetry others screamingly frustrating; but such is life and all is as well as it can be in the circumstances. Although I’ve got a sneaking suspicion we’ll be back again for a repeat tour in the next day or two.

  6. There are many generations of my family buried in that churchyard, the Commonwealth period is one I’m very familar with as the parish registers for those years are missing and a vital marriage is among them so an end to my family history in that particular line! As a little girl mum and I had picnics in the fields by the River Bollin and I paddled in the river slipping and sliding on the mossy stones. The fields are buried under smart houses now. It was just a plain, quiet, old-fashioned place in those days – I’m glad I remember it as it was then.

  7. very nice menus, but too expensive for my blood, I couldnt afford to eat there

  8. Rowan…I too Slipped and slid in the River Bollin….”Those were the days, my friend!!”

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