On June 28, 1764 a certain Dr. Hugh Owen, 56, was ‘gored to death by a favourite bull’.1 On such random happenstance can the fate of a landed estate sometimes swing. For it’s safe to say that without that excitable beast’s dramatic intervention (and the chain of inheritance it set in train), Woodhouse – an ‘unusual’, little-seen classical Georgian mansion five miles east of Oswestry, home of the Mostyn-Owen family since the mid-1770s – would not exist.2
Untimely demises would continue to play a significant role in the destiny of this Shropshire estate, the fortunes of which have been periodically buoyed by advantageous marriages and financially helpful friendships. And under-exposed Woodhouse would provide the backdrop for two striking daughters of the house, some 150 years apart, to enrapture a couple of subsequently notable young bucks, one of whom became a scientific revolutionary whose mere name, Darwin, would come to embody his transformative thinking.
The other became, well, Boris Johnson.
‘Woodhouse is to me a paradise, about which I am always thinking,’ Cambridge undergraduate Charles Darwin would write wistfully in 1828, having since his schooldays seldom passed up an opportunity to enjoy the many attractions of the lively Mostyn-Owen estate. A century-and-a-half later, from the heady social scene of Oxford University’s smart set sprang the ill-fated first marriage of Britain’s future prime minister.
But, three wives in, Boris Johnson’s (re)productive amatory antics have some distance to go to match the fecundity exhibited by similarly thrice-married Robert Owen, instigator of the original timber ‘Woodhouse’ here in the late 16th century. Being the father of no less than eighteen children, and from a family of prosperous Shrewsbury clothiers, his residence ‘might have been sizeable’.3
The property would in time pass to Robert’s namesake grandson who likewise served as High Sheriff of Shropshire and who died in 1696. The marriage of his son and heir John Owen, however, produced only daughters, Muriel and Sarah, a situation compounded by the fact they would remain at together at Woodhouse, neither marrying. In due course the sisters would extend an unexpected, fateful invitation to the aforementioned Hugh Owen MD, then resident at Shrewsbury.
Being ageing spinsters with a large landed property to manage, a deep dive into the family tree led them to settle upon capable (and unmarried) Dr Owen, ‘their father’s seventh cousin, as their heir’.3 The proviso being that he would essentially reduce his medical practice to a client list of two, moving in with his benefactors at Woodhouse and taking on the estate. It was a change he readily accepted only for his new life as a hands-on landed gent to be brutally terminated by his prized bull some sixteen months later.
Finding herself back at square one (and alone after the death of her sister), Sarah Owen now nominated a sequence of distant cousins, the lucky one of which at the time of her own demise in October 1775 being one William Mostyn. The Owen sisters’ aunt Martha had married Welsh landowner Humphrey Kynaston, whose Montgomeryshire estate of Bryngwyn would pass to their only daughter, Mary, the wife of William Mostyn (d.1729).
By 1775 Bryngwyn (r) was in the hands of William and Mary’s grandson, the afore- said William Mostyn. His advantageous marriage to Rebecca, a handsomely endowed daughter of the Dod family in Cheshire, had prompted a spending spree at Bryngwyn which was getting somewhat out of hand at the moment the Woodhouse windfall dropped fortuitously into his lap.
(Gaining full control of this inheritance proved difficult and protracted, however, Mostyn later complaining that obstructive, presumably disappointed, relations had spent ‘large sums to screen all intelligence from his family’.4)
Adopting his benefactor’s family name, William Mostyn-Owen’s most substantial investment to this point had been the commissioning of new Bryngwyn Hall, ‘one of Montgomeryshire’s best Palladian buildings (↑), now almost entirely masked by 19th century alterations’, from architect Robert Mylne. But his attention quickly turned to Woodhouse, upon which considerable sums would initially be spent ‘to combat the decay that had set in during the uncertainties of the succession’.4
Seemingly, Mylne – who had found a peculiar fan club amongst Shropshire’s modernising landowners5 – was now invited to create a new vision for Woodhouse, where significant adjacent landholdings were simultaneously acquired, expanding the estate. ‘The pace of improvement spending was alarming,’ a situation only exacerbated by Mostyn-Owen’s expensive (successful) pursuit of a seat in the House of Commons.4
‘Within a remarkably short space of time the Mostyn-Owen estates had been plunged into a mortgage crisis of at least £15,500, William dying in 1795 with personal debts alone that amounted to some £10,000.’ Financial firefighting was the initial priority of his heir William Mostyn-Owen (2) who oversaw the sale of the Bryngwyn estate, not least to meet the generous wedding portions willed by his father to his three sisters.4 His own 1805 marriage to Harriet Gordon-Cumming would produce five sons and five daughters: a bigger house was needed.

William’s sister Frances had married the Reverend Richard Noel-Hill ‘for whom [Shrewsbury architect Joseph] Bromfield designed Berrington Hall as his rectory in 1804′. And while Woodhouse as it stands today has long been routinely credited to Robert Mylne, the most recent detailed survey of the county’s country houses suggests that his contributions here were limited, Bromfield being responsible for the main block at the start of the 19th century.3
If so, given the largely favourable critiques of Woodhouse’s distinctive character, the reputation of this provincial practitioner – definitely responsible for stylistically not dissimilar, previously featured Rhug in north Wales – ought perhaps to be bumped a degree or two.

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The entrance front ‘boasts an uncommon centrepiece, two sets of Ionic columns, one in front of the other and rising the whole height of the building, framed by Ionic pilasters’. The south front features a centre full-height bow (↑) with more giant columns: ‘the two fronts together form an arresting composition.’6
Within, more columns screen a central stone imperial staircase (↑), top-lit by an octagonal lantern, rising to ‘many segmentally arched openings, almost combining into an arcade. The whole of this is a fine spatial effect’ and ‘highly indicative of the exercises in space enclosure with which John Soane was to experiment a half a century later’.5 As also displayed over the front door of the house, ‘the double-headed eagle Mostyn-Owen family crest decorates the wall of the half-landing’.8
‘The three south rooms – drawing room, library and study – form a suite unified by the design of their marble chimneypieces’ and feature decorative plasterwork typical of Bromfield. The northern portion of the main block (including the dining room) remains a combination of the original 17th century house and the limited interventions of Robert Mylne, whose service range extends north-west.3
But it wasn’t the fascinating architecture which would attract a young Charles Darwin to Woodhouse as often as possible between term times. The son of prosperous Shrewsbury medic/financier Dr. Robert Darwin and his wife, ceramics heiress Susannah Wedgwood, Charles and his sisters came to relish visits to the comparatively jolly household of the multitudinous Mostyn-Owen brood after their mother’s death in 1817.
“If I begin to talk about Woodhouse and la belle Fanny, I never shall conclude this letter,” Darwin wrote to a friend, admitting his particular fondness for the year-older third daughter of the house, the pair having spent long days in each other’s company and exchanging innocently flirtatious letters when apart.
And, though he did not want for sons, the squire also developed a strong bond with the budding naturalist in whom the ex-Royal Dragoon found an equally enthusiastic gun and a receptive audience for his hoary battlefield reminiscences as they stalked the estate. Separately, Mostyn-Owen would also come to owe Charles’ father ‘a great deal of money’, a financial family connection which was to continue well into Darwin’s adulthood, unlike his close friendship with Fanny.9

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For the older Mostyn-Owen girls were very popular, never short of ‘gallant attention’ and whose world increasingly revolved around Austen-esque matchmaking melodramas of Georgian polite society. During a visit to Woodhouse in early 1829 Fanny (r) informed Darwin that she had become engaged to a local man, John Hill (news which may have put Charles off his stroke, later accidently shooting her brother Arthur in the eye). Hill would in time break off the engagement but at the end of 1831 Darwin set sail aboard The Beagle…
… and was just a few weeks into the epic five-year voyage which would eventually make his name when mail from home delivered another bombshell update. “You will be as much astonished as Caroline was when Fanny told her she was engaged to Mr. Biddulph; he had proposed and been accepted in the course of a secret ride,” Charles’s other sister Catherine breathlessly reported.
Their sceptical amazement was tinged with indignation since rakish gambler Robert Myddleton Biddulph, the heir to nearby Chirk Castle, had not long since courted (amongst others) Fanny’s sister, Sarah. “I can only hope that with such an attaching wife as Fanny he will become tolerably domestic,” Catherine concluded.
And while William Mostyn-Owen was aware of his future son-in-law’s flaws, he was inclined to look on the bright side. “Though I am afraid he is not now very rich and indeed probably never will be, considering the large place he has to keep up, it is certainly what the world calls a very great match for her. I think there is every reason to hope she will be happy.” Fanny herself was resolved (↑): “I have known Mr. Biddulph a long time and feel convinced he possesses every quality to make me happy. I have no misgivings about it”
And as Fanny’s older sisters also married, and her brothers’ professions carried them away (heir William and three others joining the military, Arthur spending a decade in the Madras civil service), the formerly lively atmosphere at Woodhouse became ‘strangely altered’, Caroline Darwin would lament in continued correspondence with her intrepid brother.
His sister Catherine could, however, report one new development at least that made the Mostyn-Owen residence still worth the trip. “They have a French butler now at Woodhouse, who the young ladies shake hands with, and who chatters and talks all the time he is in the room. He will be an addition indeed. I tremble when I think of him.”
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Two years after returning from his expedition on The Beagle Charles Darwin proposed marriage to his first cousin, Emma Wedgwood, whose family wealth would continue to underwrite not only his career but also, to no little extent, life at his former home from home. For soon after bachelor soldier William Mostyn-Owen (3) inherited Woodhouse upon the death of his father in 1849 he entered into a sizeable mortgage arrangement with his old friend.
“Out of the the £20,000 lent to Major Owen,’ Darwin confirmed, ‘£5,000 is my own’ with the remainder coming from his wife Emma Darwin’s trust. Regular half-yearly interest payments of 3¾% would be met by William until his death in 1868 and thereafter, for a further thirteen years, by his successor at Woodhouse, his brother Arthur.
“It is so long since we met that you will hardly remember me,” Arthur Mostyn-Owen would write to Darwin in 1873. “If you would pay the old place a visit I should be delighted to give you another chance of shooting me in the eye.” Still mortified by the accident of forty-four years ago, Arthur reassured the by now celebrated naturalist that the injury had never been much of a problem and, indeed, had proved rather handy during his decade serving in India, where he occasionally deployed it to wangle ‘a month or twos leave of absence’ on the pretence that specialist treatment was required.
‘Arthur Mostyn-Owen’s life at Woodhouse was that of a retired country gentleman, devoted to [field] sport .. he seldom spent much time outside his favourite residence’.10 He died there in 1896, succeeded by his unmarried son, also Arthur, who would extend the period of general stasis which had obtained at Woodhouse since 1849 by a further quarter of a century until, in 1925, he decided to hand the entire estate over to his 36-year-old nephew.
Three years earlier Roger Mostyn-Owen had married heiress Margaret Dewhurst, the daughter of a wealthy Lancashire cotton dynasty and whose only sibling had been killed in action in World War 1.11 Amongst her sizeable inheritance was a 3,000-acre Scottish estate in Perthshire which centred on 17th/19th-century Aberuchill Castle (r). At this point the couple had two infant sons and the injection of new life and money resulted in the first substantial alteration at Woodhouse in well over a century, the development of the north-east wing extending from the entrance front, parallel with the original service range.
Lt-Col. Mostyn-Owen DSO had served with distinction in the Great War, mentioned three times in despatches; his older sons duly enlisted in World War Two but their service would be ill-fated. The eldest, George, was only eighteen when he died at Parkstone barracks in Dorset in September 1941…
… his brother David being just two years older when he was ‘killed accidently on duty’ in January 1945.12
All of which meant that Willam Mostyn-Owen (b.1929) was the last son standing when their father passed in 1947. Soon after his time at Cambridge the ‘young art historian’ would become immersed in the rarified world of ageing connoisseur and academic Bernard Berenson, at his villa in Tuscany, I Tatti.13 Returning to London a decade on, well-connected Mostyn-Owen cut a lean, languorous figure, wont to compare himself to Oblomov, a Russian fictional character chronically unmotivated ‘due to a comfortable and indulgent upbringing’.14

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While his ‘eccentric, manic-depressive’ mother15 would preside at Woodhouse, enacting the last knockings of a grand Edwardian lifestyle with the assistance of her butler, Leonard, her son divided his time between the capital and the family’s estate in Scotland.14 With a history dating back to 1602, Aberuchill Castle had last come under siege (r) in 1914, being one of several Perthshire mansions fire-bombed by suffragettes. And the old place was now about to be enlivened by another fiery female in the shape of Mostyn-Owen’s young Italian wife.

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‘As a castle it was not immense, as a house it was,’ recalled Gaia Servadio, an aspiring artist and writer when the unlikely couple married in 1961 and whose whirlwind enthusiasm would quickly shake up the life of ‘Willy’, and that of the old retainers at Aberuchill. After Gibbs, the keeper, attempted to instruct his new mistress in the art of game shooting, little that moved (or didn’t, for that matter) was safe.14
With the ‘golden appearance of a sort of dishevelled earth goddess’ and a restless curiosity17, Gaia plunged naively into her husband’s sophisticated world, guests of the couple’s somewhat seat-of-the-pants hospitality at Aberuchill (and also their London townhouse) including the likes of then prime minister Harold Macmillan.15 Readily producing two children (Owen and Allegra), the lifestyle of the dynamic Mrs. Mostyn-Owen soon began to attract national media attention, her regularly non-plussed husband looking on.

Daily Express 30 Sept 1967
“Gaia likes independence and I give it to her,” Mostyn-Owen told one press profiler.17 But the balance of the couple’s relationship would begin to alter when, in 1967, his wife’s burgeoning writing career rather sensationally took off. Published initially in Italy, Servadio’s debut novel, a zeitgeisty erotic farce entitled Melinda, ‘rocked the literary world’,18 becoming an instant bestseller and reportedly attracting ‘the largest sum American publishers have ever offered as an advance on a first novel’.19
Many (rather more substantial) works of biography and social commentary would follow. Her husband, meanwhile, joined Christie’s as an Old Masters specialist, in time credited with innovating the scholarly standard of auction sale catalogues, ascending ultimately to become chairman of the company.13 Following the death of his mother Margaret Mostyn-Owen in 1975 Aberuchill became available to rent at ‘£270 per week for use of the 14-bedroom castle and a cook and chauffeur to cater to every whim’.20
But in April 1981 it seemed that the Castle would now displace Woodhouse as the family seat when the Shropshire mansion, its 120-acre park and the wider 1,400-acre estate were put up for sale. The agents’ particulars quoted the wistful reminiscence of an ageing Charles Darwin: “No scenes in my whole life pass so frequently or so vividly before my mind as those happy old days spent at Woodhouse.”
And perhaps similar tugs of nostalgia also began to affect its owner for within months there would be a dramatic change of heart, the sale being called off and Aberuchill Castle now placed on the market instead, ‘to provide funds to restore and reduce Woodhouse to a more manageable size’.21 To this end the 1920s north-east wing was subsequently demolished, with a sale of selected contents from both houses providing additional funds for the general modernisation of the ancestral home.
A home which, later that in that same decade, would witness domestic dramas differently resonant of the unanticipated nuptials of Fanny Mostyn-Owen and Robert Myddleton Biddulph more than 150 years before. In 1987 astonishment and doubt would once again resound at the undergraduate engagement of ‘Oxford goddess’ Allegra Mostyn-Owen and the chaotically ambitious Boris Johnson.
While the boat was duly pushed out at a Woodhouse reception recalled as ‘La Dolce Vita meets Brideshead’, misgivings abounded. Boris was “rapacious” said his father-in-law; she’s “nuts”, said hers with an unempathetic bluntness which would presage the temperamentally ill-suited couple’s downhill descent to a scarring divorce six years later.22 ‘Boris seemed like a safe place .. but not for long,’ a chastened Allegra (re-emergent as a ceramicist and community worker) would tell the Daily Mail in 2008.
And unfortunately synchronous with this chapter was the ‘ugly’ ending of her parents’ own marriage in 1989.14 Several years later Gaia Servadio (d.2021) wed Hugh Biddulph, a scion of Chirk Castle, the couple taking the name Myddleton Biddulph from 2001. Willy Mostyn-Owen, meanwhile, would twice remarry before his death aged 81 in 2011. That the former couple’s eldest son Owen was still around to take on the Woodhouse estate was down to some quick-witted tree climbing on Boxing Day 2004.

The Times 5 Jan 2005
Enjoying Christmas in the Maldives with his wife and three young daughters, it was soon after the family had been dropped off to spend a day alone on a deserted coral island that ‘the deadliest tsunami in history’ struck. Scrambling up the strongest looking tree, ‘straps torn from their bags’ secured the six-year-old while ‘the couple and the older children clung to the trunk as waves pummelled them. The water reached as high as Mrs. Mostyn-Owen’s head. Without that tree, she said, they would have been swept away.’
While such instinctual survival on a far-flung archipelago holds echoes of the life and work of Charles Darwin, the dogged endurance of ever-private Woodhouse, the fondly recalled ‘paradise’ of his youth, is perhaps no less worthy of remark…
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… uniquely personal representation of the ‘auld alliance’ between Scotland and France. This distinctive, deep-rooted French connection remains very much alive and kicking in the present generation and would be architecturally embodied in the 19th-century remodelling of Meikleour House itself.
But her son James would die in the same year as his mother leaving a daughter Jean Mercer, newly married to fervent Jacobite Robert Murray, the younger son of Lord Nairne. It was during their time that the first mansion of note arose at Meikleour, a symmetrical classical house of 1734. A monogrammed segmental pediment topped the slightly pronounced centre three of seven bays of a main block flanked by lower wings ending in pavilions with Venetian windows.
Robert Mercer had adopted his wife’s family name but retained the Murrays’ fierce commitment to the Jacobite cause, becoming a fatal casualty at the Battle of Culloden in 1746. In the previous year, however, the couple had initiated another estate project, one which would unwittingly bequeath to Meikleour a remarkable, globally unrivalled distinction.
A year earlier her father had remarried
All the while cognizant of comparatively impecunious Comte Charles de Flahaut’s reputation as an inveterate ladies man, and of her own status as an undoubted ‘catch’, Margaret was soon thoroughly persuaded by the charming French exile. ‘All your relations are sorely grieved at the thoughts of such a connection,’ her father baldly lamented, ‘I earnestly pray that you put an end to it.’3 Shrugging off these reservations, and Lord Keith’s threat to disinherit her, after their Edinburgh wedding in 1817 the couple attempted to set up home at neglected Meikleour House.






Reinforcing the external motifs of this Scottish château, the interior heaved with the elegant Louis XVI-XVIII furnishings and objets d’art which had formerly adorned her parents’ splendid European residences.







… the marquess stoutly argued that ‘privately owned works of art [might] be part of the wealth of the nation but are solely the property of their owners [who] have the right to dispose [of them] in whatever manner they choose’.22 And over the next decade or so Christie’s shipping vehicles would become very familiar with the route from Meikleour to Mayfair as a series of auctions featured items from ‘the celebrated Flahaut collections of French furniture, objets d’art and European porcelain’, all ‘removed from Meikleour House’.








It was here after his marriage to Anne Geers that Sir John Brookes Cotterell (knighted in 1761) would build castellated Farncombe House (r), the full-height bows of its garden front enjoying ‘superb views’ west.5 It was not until his death in 1790 that the focus turned to what had been his wife’s inheritance sixty miles west in Herefordshire.













… of accelerating the departure of the family from Garnons, which Sir John has broadly hinted at lately, owing to the post-war taxation that is bearing so heavily on all landowners.’20 The fear of the local newspaper was not borne out but the estate did lose some longstanding residents later that year when the 4th baronet decided to disperse entirely his renowned herd of Hereford cattle.
In 1931 Laszlo had painted a portrait of the new baronet, 










A hectic agenda in the capital included visits to the theatre, the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey. But heavy snow complicated their return carriage journey, and appears to have caused an afflicting chill. “Terribly cold,” began Jane Reeve’s brief 








John Reeve also served in the Great War, likewise his heir Col. William Reeve in World War II. William would leave the military to manage Leadenham in 1948, succeeding seven years on. The size of the estate had diminished in during his father’s time (presently some 3,000 acres): “It’s getting harder for every generation,” Reeve would tell the Guardian newspaper (r) in 1977.17
















And soon after retiring from the military in 1893 the Colonel became an early private patron of Bodley’s former pupil, leading Arts and Crafts architect Charles Robert Ashbee, founder of the Guild of Handicrafts. Reflecting the romantic nostalgia of this 




































As national Chief Acquisitions Officer tasked with sourcing timber for the Second World War effort, the 6th baron ‘was especially severe in the inroads he made into his own woods’ on his Yorkshire estate.19 Lord Bolton died in 1963. Earlier in his life Nigel Orde-Powlett had published some (now very 


























Born just seventy years after it had begun, in Dugdale’s eyes King Henry VIII’s dissolution of the monasteries represented ‘the most signal disaster in the nation’s history. No one wanted the monasteries to be closed, he maintains [in Antiquities], except for the king and those of his followers who stood to gain from the distribution of their wealth.’1 Of the Cistercian abbey at Merevale – a “mountainous and woody Desert” immediately west of the town of Atherstone – Dugdale records how the monastery there had initially been “preserved from Ruin, when lesser Houses went to Wrack” before it too was “overwhelmed in the general Deluge” in 1639.2


William was succeeded by his only surviving son, Sir John Dugdale (see mis-titled portrait below), also a knighted (if somewhat less committed) herald8 who outlived his father by just fourteen years but certainly left his mark at Blyth Hall where his fine Queen Anne refronting of the house survives intact.







For on 2 May, 1882 catastrophe visited the wider estate community, a poorly installed new pit-pump boiler having set off a chain of events which culminated in an explosion at (the then loss-making) Baddesley Colliery. Among the eventual 32 fatalities (aged from 13 to 71) was mine owner William Stratford Dugdale, one of many would-be rescuers who soon succumbed to horrific injuries. The shaft ‘was permanently sealed and was never worked again’.16














Succeeding in 1765, Sir George Robinson, 5th Bt., not only added a two-storey wing to Cranford Hall but also gained another seat, 


















Succeeding Gen. William Wemyss (right, ‘whose lifestyle would have been considered 
Most dramatically, behind a new projecting entrance porch (left) on the north front, ‘a magnificent inner hall, at least 80 feet long, and a good two storeys high’ was designed (below), lit by large mullioned and transomed windows, the details of its decorative ceiling copied from 17th-century work elsewhere in the Castle.12
‘The court was uncomfortably crowded when the case came on. The plaintiff, a tall lady heavily veiled, with large white feathers in her hat, was elegantly attired in a rich black silk dress.’ In the brief proceedings, Lilian explained that her husband had left her after ‘about six years and that she had not seen him for the past two’.15 In the custom of the age, the only other witness in the case was a 21-year-old ‘actress’ called Gertrude who told how Randolph had visited her rooms in Charing Cross, and that she had ‘received a cheque for £10 a day or two later’ in the post.16







