On this page we will be adding memories about Hough End Hall – let us have your stories, either by emailing us or via the form at the bottom of the page.
Donald Brown remembers: I remember in 1965 it was still used as outbuildings from Hardy Farm. Chickens and cows were kept in the outbuildings. My brother and I used to watch the steam trains on Mauldeth Road bridge, play by the brook at twenty seven steps, then go and play in the Hall which was open to the elements. The farmer used to come and chase us away!
We have heard a number of stories of people’s weddings, 21st birthday parties, funeral wakes, Diwali celebrations and other parties in the hall. Mostly when the roof beams were still exposed and it looked like a Tudor Manor House inside.
We have also heard of the ghost.
One person told us she that one day when she was working in the hall she had seen the ghost move a chair when no-one else was around . She wouldn’t go back.
Terence McNicholl’s grandfather had a terrifying ghostly encounter way back in the 10th century. At that time the entrance to the Hall was at the front and it was said that no horses would enter the gates, presumably because of the spirits lurking. The courageous grandfather thought this was stuff and nonsense and said he would certainly be able to drive horses through the gate. So he harnessed them up the cart and drove them at a cracking pace along the rutted track towards the gate, thinking they he would get them through alright. But at the gate they reared up and would go no further. Everyone was terrified.
Terence McNicholls himself presided over many functions at the Hall as a Red Coated Toastmaster and Master of Ceremonies.
We heard of people dreaming of the Hall. Somebody told us: I once had a dream of the time when Hough end had nothing around it and was surrounded by trees I wish it was like that now.
Mike told us how he and his brother would play in and round the Hall when they were young. It was when the duckpond was there. Sometimes they went into the tunnel but not all the way through as it was too scary. Happy days, though.
Ann told us that she had been taken by her grandfather who then lived on Beechwood Avenue to watch when the fire burnt down the Hall. That was when the peacocks lived next door and all the way to Wilbraham Road was farmland. Al little older, Ann used to go dancing at the Hall.