A charming country house in the Essex flatlands with an extraordinary history

Bradwell Lodge, a fifteenth century house with an exquisite late-eighteenth-century addition by John Johnson, is the perfect English country house in miniature
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Paul Massey

From Dudley's time we fast-forward to 1938, when the house was bought by Tom Driberg. Books have been written about Driberg's incredible and contradictory career: a communist for 20 years, despite being the son of a retired colonial official educated at public school and Oxford; a devout Anglo-Catholic who was variously said to be a KGB agent and MI5 informant; a married chairman of the Labour Party whose gay activities and infidelity, though notorious, were completely ignored by both the law and the press. He never quite had the income to cope with the demands of maintaining a country house, but after the war he was able to tackle a serious outbreak of dry rot at Bradwell with the help of a substantial cheque sent to him from Moscow by Guy Burgess, a former boyfriend. Having no children and loving the house, he offered to give it to the handsome 18-year-old son of a neighbour, Darcy John Serrell-Watts, whose family had farmed hereabouts for many generations. Fearing that there might be unwelcome strings attached, the gift was vetoed by Darcy John's parents. Then, three years later, the newly-wed Darcy John's mother offered to buy the house as a wedding present, but this time the veto came from the 17-year-old bride. It was not until 1994 that Darcy John and his French third wife, Sylvaine, were finally able to buy Bradwell.

The intermediate owners had been a group of left-wing Turkish dissidents, in whose time the house had been the setting for even more improbable and mysterious goings-on. Apart from bequeathing a very sophisticated and useful security system, the Turks left the house in poor condition, and the Serrell-Watts had much to do to make the house habitable and comfortable - rewiring, clearing rubbish, redecorating, not to mention removing wartime Nissen huts from the lawn. Architect Quinlan Terry was called in to mastermind the architectural aspects, designing an elegant entrance porch on the side elevation and an interpretation of an original cornice that had long since fallen off the house. He also gave authority to their proposal for a Pavlovsk-inspired ochre render for the Georgian wing. The latter initially fell foul of local planners, but with the arrival of a new and unexpectedly helpful English Heritage inspector, John Neale, the pieces at last fell into place. Twenty years on, Bradwell Lodge has matured into such a liveable and loveable house that it is hard to credit the extraordinarily varied history that it has had.