With Valentine’s Day only a week away, we’re pushing our pre-season worries to one side and turning thoughts to romance…

When we’re rushing to and fro, we often get swept up in the operational side of working at a National Trust place, are the rotas ready? Have we got enough guide books? Is the correct signage out? When is the next delivery of stock? So on and so forth. We all work so hard because we know how special this place is, for so many people. Including us!

Here is a wonderful blog post from one of our visitors, Caroline. She first visited Charlecote on a date! This blog post from her contains some beautiful images.

We’d love to know, why is Charlecote a special place for you?

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The last time I was at Charlecote was my first date with Dapper. We met in the nearby village of Wellesbourne on the green, and he drove us to Charlecote House. It was a lovely location for a first date, lovely surroundings and a delicious afternoon tea in the orangery. I remember he bought me daffodils, my favourite flower, from the garden shop as we left – making the date utterly perfect from my perspective!

This repeat trip was in celebration of Aysu’s birthday, with a delicious lunch in the afore-mentioned orangery followed by a meander around the house and grounds. Last time we visited I was astounded by the books in the library and completely failed to note the furniture or the garden, both of which are quite beautiful!

Charlecote, Mary Elizabeth LucyI also knew nothing of the Lucys, whose family home Charlecote is. I have since read Mary Elizabeth Lucy’s…

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