This is the second of a two-part feature; the first was published last week
The Abbey House first came into view as we walked along the old monastic apple orchard, heading through a huge 13th-century broken colonnade towards a magnificent-looking priory. I winced as I saw medieval transept mullion windows replaced with white gloss-painted frames and plain glass. I turned to my friend, Mowbray, beside me. “What an incredible house that I never knew existed,” I said. “If I didn’t live at Upton Cressett, this is the sort of magical place I would want to live in. I wonder who lives here?”
