Ingleby Court ,Harrow On The Hill.
A Memory of Harrow on the Hill.
This half burnt out mansion and wonderful Japanese garden holds very special memories for me.Although it had notices saying it was private and to keep out,not to mention trespassers would be prosecuted,I couldn't keep away and would go there every chance I got.Despite the obvious dangers,I would make my way up to the roof and sit up there for hours listening to my tranny.It never really bothered me that the house wasn't safe to mess around in.What a place to sit and daydream,I loved that house so much,I was heartbroken when it was demolished.
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I used to often go there on my scooter at lunchtimes and weekends, circa 1963/4, and like you enjoyed so much this ruined, falling apart space, the charred timbered open rafters. And the fabulous overgrown garden with huge boulders, Japanese stone lanterns and exotic palm trees.
As you may know it is now a neo-Georgian group of houses. I checked it out a few days ago and there is just one large rock left from the old house on one of the front lawns.
The photos from Ingleby Court are all close details: bits of broken windows and pitted walls etc. Happy days indeed.
As for Ingleby Drive many of the stones existed in various back gardens, including our own, whilst in a portion of the front garden a smaller stone existed. At the time of construction a lot of the garden areas were kept open at the request of the developer. The house remained owned by my parents, where they lived on their own after my two elder brothers and myself moved out until 2014! As children my elder brother and I unearthed a small portion of the base of the gate post that formed part of the original entrance to the old mansion.
When we moved there I was six years old, and this still substantial five bed detached house with what to me seemed like enormous gardens, seemed absolutely huge.
I left home, as the youngest the last one to do so in 1999, shortly before getting married, and I still live virtually on the door step. At my current age of 57 I have a huge number of memories growing up there, and like everyone says, it seemed like better times!