The first stop on our Northern Road trip was Falcon Manor, nestled at the foot of the Yorkshire Dales. Built in 1841 for the Reverend Swale, using money provided by his grandmothers’ so that he could ‘make a statement’ in the new community. While they were at it, they also donated £500 in their Grandson’s name to the cost of building the new Settle Church. This was on the caveat that he should be the first incumbent.
We stayed for just one night with Pepi, but were truly made to feel like the only guests staying in the gorgeous Manor. Greeted by a roaring fire in the hearth, the minute we stepped in from the blustering rain.
Our room for the night – The Rafters Suite. A vast room with the original windows and fire place, but as the name suggests, open to the beautiful white painted rafters. You can’t ignore the bed. An extravagant organza and silk concoction draped between the beams and fit for a princess! A mix of fabrics and furnishings complete the room, with ample seating for a couple or the whole family!
A beautiful, slightly more modern bathroom, is tucked away through sliding pocket doors. The window frames the free standing tub below. It takes centre stage with ‘his and her’s’ sinks either side. The room provides all the comfort for long or short stays with a beautiful rain shower tucked into one corner and the loo in the other.
Once we’d explored our room, we took a stroll in the landscaped gardens, so Pepi could be a free hound. While she ran up and down the long lawn at Falcon Manor, we enjoyed the view of the stunning building against the vast green rolling landscape.
With the weather rolling in, we decided to do the same and head back into the safety and tranquility of the house.
Pausing momentarily in the bar (to take pictures) we decided it would be rude not to grab a drink. A glass of pink bubbles for me and a local cider for Ben, while Pepi had a bowl of fresh water.
The manor allows dogs in every room. Bar the small sitting room at the front of the house, but Pepi joined us again for dinner in the main restaurant later that evening.
I started with Mackeral Paté. A huge pot of delicious of mackeral accompanied by pickled cucumber, samphire, and spelt loaf. Ben chose the Roast Wood Pigeon with black pudding croquettes, chargrilled sweetcorn and jus. Both absolutely delicious meals and presented beautifully.
For main, I decided on the duck served with a rich jus, carrots, celeriac puree and a duck croquette. Ben went for the Loin of Venison with Puy Lentils, candied beetroot, buttered sprout leaves and pan juices.
Sticking to our true form, we each had half of each dish, so as not to get food envy! Always a winner.
We skipped pudding in favour of a cup of tea in the room, snuggled up on the sofa.
All three of us slept soundly that night and we thoroughly enjoyed our huge bed.
The birds twittered away to announce the start of the day. We woke up to their chorus and the sunlight pouring through the windows.
Pepi had a run in the grounds before breakfast and we finally got to see how impressive the building and landscape really was. It’s easy to see why Falcon Manor is first choice for so many couples on their wedding day. The lavender bushes give off a beautiful hint of colour in front of the house. While their scent drifts across on the breeze. At that point, we would have been happy to stay another week!
With the sun beating down, we all worked up an appetite for the hearty breakfast laid on for us.
A small buffet of freshly baked pastries, cereals, fruit and fresh juices was presented on the bar. While hot options were outlined in a menu. I opted to stick to the pastries (genuinely some of the best I’ve ever had!) and Ben chose the Eggs Benedict.
Feeling full, it was time to check out after a lovely little one night break. Made slightly easier, knowing we would be travelling on in the Range Rover!