There’s nothing quite like the arrival of spring to get you out of the house. It did wonders for Mole in The Wind of the Willows and has much the same effect to this day. So on a crisp, bright morning when it’s minus 6 and gorgeous I thought it opportune to go and have a shufti at a local spot of interest… Combe Court.
This rather imposing place was once the family home of the Segraves. It’s a few days since the Segrave Trophy was deservedly handed over to John Surtees in recognition of his enduring achievements, adding his name to those of Amy Johnson, Geoffrey de Havilland, Donald Campbell and Sir Stirling Moss on the roll of honour.
Henry Segrave was born in America but was soon brought back across the Atlantic to the family seat in Surrey, where on today’s evidence he must have enjoyed a fairly idyllic childhood. Sadly the house is all-but invisible to modern visitors, having been turned into posh flats with greater security measures than Guantanamo Bay… but even from the foot of the drive you can well imagine him roaring home up the drive at the wheel of a Sunbeam to visit kith and kin.
OK, he’d probably take the train from Waterloo and walk the short distance from Witley Station… but where’s the fun in that?!