Link-detached house for sale in Melchbourne Park, Melchbourne, Bedfordshire MK44

Superb and sizeabe stable conversion, with annexe potential, modern aga and amazing countryside views

A hugely attractive, 5-bedroom, red brick and slate, stable conversion of 3,200 square feet, with aga kitchen and countryside views to die for, as well as scope for one of its gorgeous bedrooms to form part of a self-contained annexe. Set around the old, stable courtyard with just two other lovely homes within the former parkland of the re-modelled Jacobean mansion, Melchbourne House, Bridleways has its own delightful gardens, double garage and extensive gravelled parking.

Glance at a map of Melchbourne and it seems as if major routes were planned to leave this lovely, Bedfordshire village in perfect peace, while providing easy access to Bedford, Wellingborough and St Neots railway stations, with fast trains to London in under 40 minutes, and to Rushden Lakes shopping complex and further afield.

Kimbolton’s renowned private school is less than six miles away and there’s an outstanding private pre-school in the village itself. The catchment schools at Riseley and Sharnbrook are a short bus ride away.

Wander to the end of the private drive to Sunday service at the medieval, Grade i-listed church, perhaps followed by a bite to eat at the welcoming, dog-friendly village pub, a former hunting lodge with beer garden and open fire, and named after Lord St John of Bletsoe for whom Melchbourne House was built. Both here and at the village hall, all manner of community events are held.

You’re spoiled for choice for many lovely walks in the fields surrounding Bridleways, not to mention through Melchbourne Woods to Riseley. You can look forward to the feast day held annually at Melchbourne Park at the same time of year as the 13th century Knights Hospitaller held their “annual fayre, vigil, feast and morrow” of St Mary Magdalene, after whom the church is named. Melchbourne was once a village of some importance. It’s now, quite simply, a lovely, friendly, tranquil place to live.

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As you approach your new home along the tree-lined, no through lane past thatched houses and the church, through the 5-bar wooden gate onto the private drive leading to the mansion house, it’s impossible not to feel a sense of well-being. Wisteria blooms hang above the iron Bridleways sign and hoops still set into the beautiful red bricks where once horses were tethered.

Bees buzz busily in the front garden amongst the acanthus, geums and fatsia; butterflies flutter over the lavender and rosemary beneath the gnarled olive tree taking pride of place in the bespoke, wooden octagon near the well. A delightful, scentful place for afternoon tea, bathed in summer sunshine.

Horses were once led through your beautiful oak front door. It will now allow your largest furniture through with ease, into a lovely hall full of space, natural light and height. Glance upwards, between the galleried landing and its charming display shelf, to the ceiling high above your head, and to walls perfect for your art collection. Immaculate carpeting and decoration add to the feeling of space throughout.

The sheer height of the ceilings, some beamed, some sloping, is striking. New, full-height windows upstairs will have you springing out of bed in the morning for the wonderful outlook. Your friends (or Airbnb guests, perhaps) will find it difficult to wave goodbye once they stay in the achingly romantic Hay Loft – or do you have other ideas for this wing of the house?

Those lovely views are from most downstairs rooms too - from the spacious sitting room, with its huge multifuel stove so cosy in wintertime; from the dining room (or will it stay as a study?); and from the kitchen, with its delightful breakfast and coffee areas, granite-topped, painted furniture, island, pantry cupboard, aga and Butler sink – everything the heart desires.

You even have a peaceful garden room. And not one but three sets of French doors opening to a terrace lined with pink roses. Sit out with glass of something, children hiding amidst the weeping branches of the silver pear tree, gambolling lambs, grazing horses and rolling countryside beyond your garden’s copper beech hedging, and delight in your good fortune.