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Monday, 26 July 2021

Dinner at Hambleton Hall: A Review

A Fine Dinner beside Rutland Water to Celebrate our 46th Wedding Anniversary

Hambleton Hall

Origins


Rutland
Built in 1881 for Walter Marshall, Hambleton Hall is in the village of Hambleton, near Oakham in Rutland, England's smallest traditional county. Born in 1845, Walter Gore Marshall was one of the two ‘sons’in the shipping company George Marshall & Sons. He inherited a goodly slice of George’s wealth on his death in 1877.

Lynne outside Hambleton Hall, Hambleton, Rutland

Walter then travelled in the USA and returned to build Hambleton Hall. Although described as a ‘hunting box’, he must have spent much of his time here as he rode with the Warwickshire, Cottesmore, Quorn, Belvoir and Fernie hounds - that could be a full time occupation in the winter. Gregarious and much involved with local social events, he never married and died in 1899 of influenza.

As a Hotel and Restaurant

Rutland water was constructed in the 1970s and Hambleton Hall suddenly became a waterside residence, the perfect setting for a country house hotel.

The Hambleton Peninsula in Rutland Water
At its widest Rutland is approximately 26 km (17 miles) across

It was bought by Tim and Stefa Hart in 1979 who have run it as a restaurant and 17 room hotel ever since. The Good Hotel Guide named it luxury hotel of the year in 2018, and the restaurant has been awarded a Michelin Star every year since 1982. Aaron Patterson started his career at Hambleton Hall as an apprentice, left to widen his knowledge and returned in 1992 as a very youthful head chef. He maintained the Michelin star at the changeover – not always easy – and has maintained it for a remarkable 30 years.

Why Were We There?

Every year – except last year, the plague year was different – we celebrate our wedding anniversary by treating ourselves to an excursion into the realms of ‘fine dining’. We know we will be cosseted by impeccably trained staff, the food will be beautifully cooked and presented and there should be at least one dish that will be truly memorable. It is never cheap, but quality costs and walking in with a feeling of extravagance in your heart is, I find, strangely liberating.

Sometimes we make a two-day trip, but usually I choose a destination within an hour or two’s drive (and, by tradition, Lynne finds out where it is when we arrive). I have a preference for rural retreats over city restaurants, but they have to have rooms, or be a short walk or at most a brief taxi ride from suitable accommodation. This limits choice and, on a Monday (and often Tuesday), it is hard to find a rural restaurant of this class, other than in a hotel, that is open. Hambleton Hall became this year's choice, almost by default.

Hambleton Hall may be a hotel, but we did not stay there. Dinner is an expense worth paying for, but I baulk at spending enormous sums for somewhere to sleep. We paid a fifth of the price at the Finches Arms a five-minute stroll away in Hambleton – and that was slightly more expensive (and slightly better) than the average B&B. A Hambleton Hall room could not have been cleaner nor the bed more comfortable, and the décor is identical in the dark.

Finches Arms, Hambleton - where we actually stayed

Drinks and Canapés

At the appointed time, we strolled up to Hambleton Hall in warm evening sunshine and were settled at a table on the terrace facing the garden and, beyond that, Rutland Water.

On the terrace at Hambleton Hall. I hate this picture, not just because it makes Lynne look 20 years younger than me (our actual age difference is 4 days) but because I appear to have been taken out for the evening by my carer.

I caught a whiff of aniseed as we passed one of the other tables and that put an idea in my mind. Lynne voiced it first, though she claimed not to have noticed the prompt. ‘I think I would like a Pernod,’ she said, so we both drank Pernod as we perused our menus and nibbled the canapés.

Pernod and canapés, garden and Rutland Water, Hambleton Hall

The problem with Pernod, nice though it is, is its ability to ruthlessly colonize a whole mouthful of taste-buds. Consequently, the canapés, nice though they were, slipped down with little critical analysis.

Choosing a Wine

I love a really comprehensive wine list with its almost unending roll call of famous names - and famous prices to match. Nothing here was cheap, but Hambleton Hall offered a reasonable choice under £30 and paying a little more opened up a large range of possibilities. Our food choices dictated red, and I started searching in the Rhône. My eye lit on a 2013 Ventoux, older than most Ventoux is likely to get, but I decided to take the risk (update: it is no longer on the list, maybe we tidied up the bin). Aromatic and well balanced, with red fruits and peppery notes, its finish held a velvety bloom that I associate with wine that has been properly cellared rather stood on a supermarket shelf. It was an excellent choice with no sign of being over the hill.

Starters

We were led inside to a dining room with widely separated tables that would undoubtedly been too chintz-y for Jay Rayner, but seemed very comfortable to us. After an amuse-bouche, a pot of green herb-based paste that was far more flavourful and interesting than it looked, we moved on to our starters.

Pâté de Foie Gras with Cherries and Almonds

Lynne chose Pâté de Foie Gras with cherries and almonds. There were also a few leaves and petals, and of course, we had already been presented with a basket of freshly-baked bread, most of which went back uneaten as it always does. Hambleton, like other restaurants of this class, use artisan bakers or make their own, so this is a shame. I make a similar comment every year.

Pâté de foie Gras, cherries and almonds, Hambleton Hall

Foie gras is the liver of a force-fed goose or duck. Pâté de foie gras must contain at least 50% foie gras so is slightly less sumptuous, but equally unacceptable in its production methods. We both know this, but most years it will appear somewhere on a menu and one or other of us will make an excuse ‘it’s a rare treat’ or ’the goose is dead, anyway’ and order it. The truth is, it is so delicious, so savoury that it is irresistible. And that is a poor excuse, but it is all we have.

The cherries added necessary acidity and the almonds a pleasing crunch, the rest was largely decoration.

Seared Smoked Lincolnshire Eel, Horseradish, Apple, Marigold

I have enjoyed some fine eel dishes in the past – an eel curry in Vietnam and a Lake Ohrid eel in North Macedonia come to mind – so I thought I would give this one a go. It turned out to be a great choice, though not mainly for the eel.

The eel was clearly smoked, though I would not have guessed its county affiliation - was that just telling us the ’food miles' were minimal? It was very nice, but the smoking had rendered it strikingly similar in flavour and texture to the smoked mackerel available at no great cost from any supermarket. ‘Very nice’ is disappointing at this level. The acidity of the few sticks of apple worked well with the eel’s oiliness and the bits and bobs did their bit, but the real star on the plate was rather unexpected.

Seared, smoked Lincolnshire eel, horseradish, apple, marigold

The white sphere was ice-cream - horseradish ice-cream. I have heard of savoury ice-creams but never previously encountered one. Fresh and clean, there had been no holding back on the horseradish and having my sinuses cleared by an ice-cream was a new experience. It worked on its own and was a delight with the eel. What an unexpected marvel! It might not please everybody, but it certainly pleased me.

Main Courses

Loin of Launde Farm Lamb, Roast Aubergine, Feta, Red Pepper Purée

While all the other mains and starters more or less adhered to the concept of ‘modern British’, the lamb choice was east Mediterranean in style. The lamb itself, though, could hardly be more local, Launde Farm being some 10km away on the border of Rutland and Leicestershire. Launde Farm foods started in 2008 with a commitment to use ‘traditional and sustainable methods’ to supply ‘ethically reared lambs of outstanding flavour’.

Loin of Launde Farm Lamb

Lynne was more than happy with her lamb and thought the whole dish came together in a most pleasing way.

Breast of Merrifield Duck, Sweetheart Cabbage, Hibiscus, Salsify

Free range and fed to grow at a slower more natural rate for fuller flavour, Merrifield Ducks are produced on Merrifield farm near Crediton in Devon by Creedy Carver. This was as fine a duck breast as I could wish to encounter, cooked slightly pink, thinly sliced with the crisped skin on top. The sauce was rich and comforting, the fondant potato (unmentioned on the menu) a magical transformation of the humble spud. Salsify seems to have replace artichoke as the chef-y vegetable of choice. I never saw the point of artichokes but the little sticks of salsify in this dish were delicately flavoured but delicious.

Merrifield duck, Hambleton Hall

Desserts

Hambleton’s Tiramisu

Lynne chose ‘Hambleton’s Tiramisu’. Tiramisu appears on every pub menu, and we shared one at Piccolino’s in Edinburgh a couple of weeks ago, so I was mildly surprised by her choice - but surely ‘Hambleton’s Tiramisu’ must be special.

Hambleton's Tiramisu

And so it was, the deconstructed Tiramisu being very clever and very pretty. Lynne’s verdict was that a Tiramisu is always pleasing, but this one was no more pleasing than any other, which, in this context, makes it disappointing. Is the fashion for ‘deconstructed’ dishes a blind alley? They were originally put together that way and became classics (or family favourites, depending on ingredients and complexity) because that is how they work. Pulling them apart may allow them to be reassessed, but who needs to ‘reassess a Tiramisu’? Best left alone, I think.

Mango Soufflé, Lime Leaf Ice-cream

Unusually (possibly uniquely) I thought my dessert the best dish of the whole meal. Indeed, some years have past since I last ate anything so good.

I have long been curating (so much better than ‘collecting’) a small list of culinary platonic forms. Such food and drink exists in a ‘place beyond heaven’ but I have found it best exemplified by, for example, scrambled egg at The Yorke Arms, Ramsgill, a dry martini in the Sheraton Sky Lounge, Hong Kong, a pineapple at Cai Rang floating market, Vietnam and Thai red curry at a small restaurant spreading out across the street in Bangkok's Sukhumvit district. I now nominate Hambleton Mango soufflé to be the as close to the Platonic ideal of ‘soufflé’ as can exist in this vale of tears. It had risen manfully, the exterior had the most delicate crispness, the inside was voluptuous and the exotic flavour of ripe mango danced enchantingly*.

Mango soufflé and lime leaf ice cream

The lime leaf ice-cream was pretty damn good, too. Sweetly, it reminded me of the lime leaves in that spicy red curry. Last time I bought some in England I opened the packet and found a dozen sad, wizened little things no use to man nor beast. Aaron Patterson clearly has a supply of fresh leaves, and knows how to use them.

End of the Evening

And so, we returned to the terrace for coffee, petit fours and a glass of grappa. Sitting in the warm evening air, pleasantly full and having consumed just the right amount of wine we felt satisfied and mellow. Aaron Patterson errs (if 'errs' is the right word) on the side of comfort rather than cutting edge, but his touch is sure and there were several truly memorable moments. We know we are very lucky to be able to experience such pleasures in such surroundings, but the night was one for luxuriating in our good fortune, not introspection.

Tomorrow we could count are blessings, think a little about those less fortunate and return to the real world, but not tonight.

* To this list I must now (Aug 2021) add a piece of deep fried battered cod from a restaurant - actually a glorified chippy at the Ingólfur Square end of Austurstræti in Reykjavik. Never before have I encountered a cod so light, fluffy and sumptuous. 

'Fine Dining' posts

Abergavenny and the Walnut Tree (2010)
Ludlow and La Bécasse (2011) (restaurant closed, post withdrawn)
Ilkley and The Box Tree(2012)
Pateley Bridge and the Yorke Arms (2013) (No longer a restaurant, post renamed Parceval Gardens and Pateley Br)
The Harrow at Little Bedwyn (2014)
The Slaughters and the Lords of the Manor (2015)
Loam, Fine Dining in Galway (2016)
Penarth and Restaurant James Sommerin (2017) (restaurant closed, post withdrawn. JS has a new restaurant in Penarth)
The Checkers, Montgomery (2017) (no longer a restaurant, post withdrawn. Now re-opened under new management)
Tyddyn Llan, Llandrillo, Denbighshire (2018)
Fischer's at Baslow Hall, Derbyshire (2019)
Hambleton Hall, Rutland (2021)
The Olive Tree, Queensberry Hotel, Bath (2022)
Dinner at Pensons near Tenbury Wells (2023) (restaurant closed Dec 2023, post withdrawn)
The Cross, Kenilworth (& Kenilworth Castle) 2024

see also Rutland: Oakham, Hambleton and Normanton

Rutland: Oakham, Hambleton and Normanton

A Small, Proud and Beautiful County

Introducing Rutland


Rutland
When I was at school (1950s and 60s), Rutland, only 18 mile long and 17 miles wide, was the smallest of England’s 40 counties. It isn’t any more.

Rutland ceased to be a county in 1974 when, much to Rutlanders disgust, a local government reorganisation made it part of Leicestershire. But for a last-minute change of heart there would have been even greater humiliation; with fewer than 40,000 inhabitants tiny Rutland would not just have been absorbed by Leicestershire, but by the Melton District of Leicestershire.

Rutland in England's East Midlands
Time rolled on, Rutlanders remained restless and the 1994 local government review suggested Rutland should, despite its small population, become a unitary authority. As such Rutland was able to regain county status in 1997.

But there had been other changes since 1974, 40 counties have become 48 'Ceremonial Counties' and two of them are smaller than Rutland. The City and County of Bristol is one third Rutland’s size, though with ten times the population, and the highly anomalous City of London (the square mile around St Paul’s Cathedral) is smaller in area and population with only 10,000 residents - though Monday to Friday half a million commuters cram themselves into its office blocks.

Rutland now calls itself England’s smallest ‘traditional county’ - a conveniently undefined entity.

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Oakham

With a little over 10,000 inhabitants, Oakham has been Rutland’s county town and main population centre as long as records have been kept.

Rutland

Oakham is pleasant and compact, with few intrusive modern developments in the town centre. More recent buildings are usually of brick…

Largely brick buildings, Oakham

…but there are many older stone structures. Rutland lies on the band of oolitic limestone stretching from the Humber, through the Cotswolds and down to the south coast at Portland. Honey-coloured in the Cotswolds and Bath, it is locally cream to pale yellow or sometimes pink.

Stone Buildings, Oakham

The Market and Buttercross

A market is held every Wednesday and Saturday, though recently Covid-curtailed.

Oakham Market Square

At the end of the market place is a handsome buttercross. Buttercrosses were features of markets throughout England - fresh produce, butter, milk and eggs would have been displayed on the circular stepped base - and over 60 survive in situ. Most have medieval origins but over several centuries use the structures would have been adapted to changing needs, making them difficult to date. Visit Oakham claims theirs is mid to late 17th century, though it looks older.

Buttercross, Oakham Market Square

Rural life was harsh in bygone centuries, and punishment for miscreants harsher still. The town stocks still stand at the back of the buttercross.

Stocks, Oakham Buttercross

Oakham Castle

Oakham Castle was technically only a fortified manor house, but as it had a curtain wall, of which little remains, and a moat and drawbridge the difference is hard to spot. There are lumps and bumps of earthworks and bits of wall in the surrounding parks, but nothing that the imagination can easily reassemble.

The gateway from the market square, on the site of the original drawbridge, is a Grade I listed structure in its own right. It is presumed to be early 17th century, as Burley House at Burley-on-the-Hill (see map) has two very similar gates constructed for George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who owned the house from 1620 until his death in 1628.

Entrance to Oakham Castle from the Market Place

Inside, and often referred to as 'Oakham Castle', is the great hall of the original fortified manor house. Built between 1180 and 1190 by Walkelin de Ferrers, lord of the manor of Oakham it is the finest surviving example of domestic Norman architecture in England. It has undergone some changes since the 12th century, the dormer windows were added later and the door may have been moved but the rounded Norman arches are original.

Lynne at Oakham Castle

A Court and Many Horseshoes

Inside are two remarkable features – apart from the roof-beams and the Norman arches.

Beams and arches, Oakham Castle

The first is the modern(ish) court furniture; a crown court has been held in the castle every two years since 1229…

The Court, Oakham Castle

…and the second feature, obvious from the photos above and below is the horseshoes. The horseshoe is a symbol of the de Ferrers family who built the castle and were Lords of the Manor for several centuries, and today appears on the county flag (see above). By tradition any peer of the realm must forfeit a horseshoe to the Lord of the Manor on their first visit to Oakham.

Horseshoes, Oakham Castle

Many early horseshoes were simply that and have been lost, the oldest surviving example being presented by Edward IV in 1470. They became elaborate over time and 230 horseshoes currently decorate the castle walls. Today the tradition is maintained only be the Royal Family. The Queen’s horseshoe, small but elegant, hangs above the judge’s head in the court and contributions from Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall are easily found.

The horseshoes are orientated in accordance with county custom, the opposite way up from the rest of the country. The wise people of Rutland spotted that a horseshoe orientated as is usual for good luck, provides a convenient seat for the devil and Rutlanders prefer to tip him out.

The Grainstore and Ruddles – Tales of Mixed Fortunes

Next door to Oakham’s handsome Grade II listed Victorian railway station, …

Oakham Station

… is a restored storehouse inhabited by the Grainstore Brewery and Tap. We called in for lunch, sharing a sandwich and having a half each of their excellent Cooking Bitter. The Grainstore produces 11 ales all year round and a host of seasonal brews. ‘Cooking’, at 3.6% is their basic, ‘session beer’ and provided full flavour at the perfect strength for our day.

The Grainstore Brewery and Tap, Oakham

The Grainstore was founded in 1995 by Tony Davis, formerly head brewer of the once proud Ruddles Brewery, and businessman Mike Davies.

In the dark days when big brewers were determined to pour bland, fizzy keg beers down undiscerning customer’s throats, Ruddles, in nearby Langham, was a beacon of brewing integrity with a reputation extending far beyond Rutland.

Ruddles as it was
Ruddles as it is
Big brewers, more interested in their bottom line than their products, routinely bought up smaller, quality brewers, often just to close them down. Ruddles was bought by Watneys (the inventors of keg beer) in 1986 and one of the big 6 brewers who by then controlled most of the industry. In 1992 Watney’s sold Ruddles to Grolsch who in 1997 passed them on to Morlands, a medium sized brewer with expansionist ambitions. Morlands closed the Langham brewery and switched production of Ruddles beers away from Rutland to Abingdon. In 2000 they were taken over by Greene King, who now brew beers under the Ruddles name in Cambridge, but use neither the original recipes, nor the Langham well water. They are no longer Rutland beers and as a final insult the horseshoe on the label has been inverted.

The Grainstore continues to produce fine Rutland ales.

The Grainstore - brewing fine ales in Rutland

Rutland County Museum

The Rutland County Museum in Catmos Street is a short walk away - nothing is very far in Oakham. Since 1969 it has occupied the former riding school of the Rutland Regiment of Fencible Cavalry, built in 1795.

Fencible was a new word to me. Fencibles were regiments raised for defence against the threat of invasion in the late 18th and early 19th centuries. During a series of conflicts from the Seven Years War to the Napoleonic Wars, they were locally raised with regular army officers and formed a sort of Home Guard, though sometimes privately funded

Invasion was taken seriously. The Exton Gun was probably built in 1804-6 for Sir Gerard Noel M.P. who had earlier built the riding school. Intended for the defence of his Exton estate the unusual (idiosyncratic?) design has two gunners’ seats over ammunition racks for paper cartridges while a single front wheel on a turntable provides a traversing mechanism. Whether it would have been any use in the event of invasion can only be conjecture.

Exton Gun, Rutland Musuem

Rutland is a rural county and much of the museum is devoted to farming. From farm vehicles, like the Tumbril Muck Carts …

Tumbril muck carts, Rutland Museum

… through the early stages of mechanisation, like the horse drawn sail reaper. Wheat or barley is swept against the cutters by the rotating sails and laid out in rows or sheaf sized bundles depending on setting.

Sail reaper, Rutland Museum

And some early tractors including a 1912 Saunderson (no photos due blogger's incompetence, but to see an almost identical Saunderson at work in New Zealand click here).

Despite having no particular reputation for cheese, dairying was an important part of Rutland farming.

Dairy mock-up, Rutland Museum

I particularly liked this single churn hand-cart. For generations milk was sold on the doorstep direct from the churn and larger multi-churn horse-drawn carts were common in every town and city.

Single churn hand cart, Rutland Museum

My late father’s inclination was always to look to the future and embrace new technology. He used to tell the story of walking through the streets of his hometown (Newport in South Wales) as a child (in the late 1920s/early 30s, I would think) with his father and seeing milk being sold in this way. ‘Look, boy,’ his father gravely intoned, ‘horses will always be needed for that job, motor vehicles could never be used because the fumes would spoil the milk.’ It took me years to understand the point of that story, and it is not just that my grandfather was out of touch. Fortunately, that never happens with grandparent these days (I wish).

The museum also contains the town gallows, used in the market square for crimes where the stocks and other punishments were deemed insufficient. It was one of the first ‘long drop’ gallows, which were considered more humane, though that was not necessarily the case if, as was reported about these gallows, the drop was not sufficiently long.

Gallows, Rutland Museum

Hambleton

Ironically England’s smallest (traditional) county is home to England’s largest artificial lake. Rutland Water, an 11km² reservoir, was constructed in the early 70s and flooded in 1976. We had learned about the local opposition in the museum, but honest and heartfelt as it was, forty-five years on the lake has become accepted and valued as a local amenity, a tourist attraction and an important wildlife habitat – and, of course, it supplies water to Peterborough and surrounding area as it was designed to do.

As the Rutland map (above) shows, the Hambleton Peninsula is a major feature of Rutland Water. Once there were three villages, Nether, Middle and Upper Hambleton, now there is only one, known simply as Hambleton and that was where we went next.

The dwellings in Hambleton are of various ages and styles, …

Hambleton

….but all show the comfortable prosperity which appears to be the Rutland norm.

Hambleton

We stayed in the very pleasant Finch’s Arms with its 19th century exterior and much modernised interior, but for dinner we took the short walk to Hambleton Hall which has a Michelin starred restaurant. Today was our 46th wedding anniversary, and we planned to celebrate in style. The dinner has a post to itself.

Finch's Arms, Hambleton

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Normanton

In the morning, after a good Finch’s Arms breakfast, we headed for the small village of Normanton on the south side of Rutland Water. It does not appear on the map above, but is part of the parish of Edith Weston (a village, not a person!) which does.

It stands on the estate once owned by the Heathcote family, later Earls of Ancaster. With a true 18th century disregard for the lower orders, they cleared the village, sending the inhabitants off to live in Empingham, so they could have a park.

Normanton suffered again in 1976 when Rutland Water was built, a large part of the park, though no houses, disappearing beneath the reservoir. St Matthew’s Church, once the private chapel of the Normanton Estate was deconsecrated and scheduled for demolition, but following a public outcry, the structure was saved and for a time it housed a museum of the history of Rutland Water. It is now used for civil weddings and concerts (at least it was before Covid).

Normanton Church

Although Grade II listed, it is an odd building, the tower and the western portico being built in the 1820s while the nave and apse date from 1911.

Controversial as its construction was, Rutland Water is more than just a reservoir. The lake and shore are a Site of Special Scientific Interest, and a Special Protection Area for the Conservation of Wild Birds. 1,333 ha of the shore is recognised by UNESCO as an internationally important wetland site.

‘Did you see the ospreys?’ a birder friend asked on learning we had visited the lake. Ospreys were re-introduced to the region in 1996 and are thriving, but we were no more successful here than we had been at the mouth of the Spey a couple of weeks earlier. I doubt that our technique of occasionally glancing across the water is likely to yield a result. We did see some ducks, though.

Ducks, Rutland Water

So, having enjoyed a walk by the lake on a fine summer morning, we set off home.