Our Story
How we came to be kept late
It began on a borrowed terrace in late autumn — two strangers left at the dregs of a dinner that refused to end. One poured the last of the wine; the other would not let the evening close. Seven Octobers later, we are still at that table, and we should very much like you at it too.
“We are not throwing a party. We are laying a table — and asking you to stay until the candles burn low.”
Aswarby Rectory is an 1820 house set in nine acres of garden and old parkland, given over to us alone for the weekend. We chose it for the Lebanon cedars, the candlelit rooms, and an evening with no good reason to end. Come dressed for the season, and come willing to be kept late.