COURTESY OF BELMOND
BEYOND
First Person
The list of anointed chefs that have
trained under Monsieur Blanc
reads like a roll call of who’s who
from the modern British food scene.
So, the chance to glimpse behind these imposing
walls to capture a sense of the true essence that
permeates Oxford is well worth the opportunity.
Most tours that allow you to do this are
offi cial and run by the tourist board and
the guides are extremely knowledgeable and
helpful. Generally, tourists walk around head
agog and blend in to the hoi polloi of Oxford.
Having the luxury of someone ushering you
around allows you to feel a little more secure
and confi dent as you travel through wonderland
with a feeling of the familiar being unfamiliar.
After hours of walking, the eight-mile
journey to Le Manoir seems to transport you
to a bygone era. The pace of life is more sedate
as you see the roads meander through sleepy
hamlets and past enigmatic walls keenly
guarded by an odd gargoyle or two that hint
at something magical.
Like all good country retreats it would be easy
to miss the entrance of Le Manoir, as the
unremarkable driveway gives none of the house’s
secrets away. The circular driveway deposits you
in front of a lavender walk and the doorman
appears from nowhere to take your luggage and
escort you through the scented blooms. To one
side of the walk, ironed lawns extend to reveal
croquet mallets, nonchalantly left where someone
had been playing—as if to hint that they will be
back after a Pimms on the terrace. Past the lush
borders of the opposite side of the walkway where
shapes of buildings fl ash through the foliage
hinting at the traditional grandeur of the place—
stables, dovecots, and orangeries—you are
transported to the reception.
The overall walk is akin to leaving one world
and entering another. As you pass the
fantastical topiary and sculptures, it becomes
clear that the owner has carefully selected and
curated artwork to emphasise the escape form
the routine and transport you to the passage
from a novel.
The fact that Belmond took over the
management of Le Manoir from Raymond
Blanc and didn’t touch a thing speaks so highly
of the way it was run, managed, and cared for.
Belmond maintained the uniqueness, the
variety, and the quirkiness of a home and
didn’t ham-fi stedly sweep through the place
removing any sign of the last owner and
standardising the interiors.
Clearly, Belmond understood they had taken
over something special.