“A sublime country house set in private parkland where the England of old lives on”
The rooms at Langar are breathtaking and represent excellent value for money. They are named after people who have stayed in them, or people who once lived in them. Hence ‘Cartland’ is named after Dame Barbara, and ‘Agnews’, a pavilion in the garden, is named after Jonathan (the Test Match Special team decamp here for the Trent Bridge test and you may hear Blowers waxing lyrical about the place over the airwaves).
All are delightful, and when you book, staff will gladly guide you through each one much as a sommelier explains his wine list. Expect big beds, pretty fabrics, great views and tons of style. Some are ‘country-house’ (old rugs, brass beds, chaise longues). Others are more contemporary (tongue-and-groove woodwork, tromp-l’œil panelling, faux leopard-skin throws). One looks over a network of medieval fishponds. You’ll find fresh flowers, antique furniture, beams, chests and the odd four-poster. Prices equate to the size of the room and as none are particularly small, you could take pot luck and be delighted.
One of the highlights at Langar is their food. There’s game from Belvoir Castle (where else?), homemade soups and waist-expanding puddings. Menus change with the seasons; whatever can be is sourced locally and the odd vegetable is plucked from the kitchen garden. You might have grilled lobster with butter and lemon, Langar lamb, then caramelised orange pancakes. Those who usually abstain from puddings should make an exception; they are out of this world. Best of all is the dining room. As smartly-dressed waiters weave and candlelight flickers, you'll feel like you're attending a society dinner party circa 1923.