Allerton Castle Reviews

Stunning! This property is breathtaking.. from the moment you enter! There is much to see and all of it is a feast for the eyes, all beautifully maintained. None of the rooms were cordoned off so we were able to walk around and view the contents to our heart's content. Friendly, cheerful, informative staff who were happy to answer any questions and clearly enjoyed working there.We were lucky enough that one very helpful member of staff took us on a tour to see the private chapel, not usually open to the public. If you visit, do ask if you can do this because it's well worth doing.Our only regret is that we did the free for all walk around in the morning, whereas had we known it was going to be this spectacular we would have opted for the guided tour in the afternoon (which is only available on certain days). Point to note is that they do not have a tea room so you may want to stop for refreshment ahead of or after your visit.

Beautiful building; shame about the interiors My wife and I, along with our 6 year old son, visited here in August 2024. We love country houses and estates, and consider ourselves to be very well-versed in their architecture and contents, and what passes as quality. We weren’t overly impressed by Allerton Castle. The building itself is a beautiful example of late-Victorian Gothic Revival, and is impressive in its scale and design. However, I would rather have seen the house empty than witness some of the strange, ill-fitting and, at some points, downright bizarre furnishings. For example, the first bedroom we visited featured a gigantic moulded resin golden wardrobe, direct from a film set or Vegas drug den, and a 1990s Laura Ashley rug which my wife recognised from her parents house. The gorgeous central hall featured a leather suite of sofas and chairs direct from a solicitors waiting room, and two boxy IKEA side-tables. The marble fireplace in the dining room, having been damaged in the fire in 2005, was boxed up and sent for repairs (in resin)…to China. I recognised two pieces of furniture in the so-called “Tudor suite” which my grandad had in his living room in the 1980s. Red carpet tiles covered the original floors outside the morning room; tasteless statues and light fittings abounded. The rear entrance, with a magnificent orangery feel to it, featured a collection of horrific wicker Tiki chairs, a la 1950s Hawaiian themed restaurant. It felt like a real shame that the beautiful, literally stately, building had been filled up with tat and very cheap, poorly chosen reproductions. We felt really let down.