A Family History of the Illustrious, Notorious and Eccentric Lloyds of Birmingham, Brigstock and Pipewell Hall - Flipbook - Page 55
Pipewell Hall, a Grade II mansion, was built in 1675 with some of the stone from the former abbey.
The Hall was extensively redeveloped during the 19th century, which included the building of a
Victorian west wing which was demolished in 1949.
Samuel Janson Lloyd moved from nearby Brigstock to Pipewell Hall in 1921. The family steel business
was flourishing in Corby, and Sam already had 12 children. Timothy, the thirteenth child, was born at
Pipewell in 1922. Sadly he was killed in Italy in 1944.
Sam's eigth child David eventually came to live in the house. David and Evadne (Bobby) Flower were
married in 1945, and moved into Pipewell just after the war. David died in 1996 and Bobby died in 2003.
The Hall and its contents were sold in 2004.
Jan9s Memories of Pipewell Hall
Harper9s Brook, which ran between Pipewell Hall and the Abbey Cottage, was a great playground for
sailing/racing all sorts of boats and poo sticks, with a map produced by the Lloyd uncles, naming all the
bends, rapids etc.
The Pipewell Foot Beagles kennels, were sited just across the road from the Hall, but an east wind would
bring an overpowering smell of cooking knackers flesh over to the Hall. My first dog was a beagle called
Pilot.
The two grass tennis courts close to the house were maintained to a high standard, and were the
foundation of so many of the family becoming good players. We all learnt to practice hitting against the
wooden garage doors in the back yard. Then, at a later stage, the En-Tout-Cas hard court was built
further from the house.
On one occasion when my Uncle Ian Collins and my mother had been narrowly beaten in the Mixed
Doubles Final of a local tennis tournament, he was so frustrated at losing that, on returning to Pipewell,
he took a running jump trying to clear the 12 stone steps and iron bar gate, on the way from the grass
courts to Pipewell pond. He caught his leg on the top bar of the gate, and broke it for the third time
(once before playing soccer at Oxford, another time steeplechasing at Bogside).
The Pipewell pond was where I was taught to fish by Uncle Kit, for perch, roach and the occasional eel
with a float. The stream running into the pond was a wonderful playground, with Uncle Tim creating a
complete replica of the Italian lakes, including boats, villas etc.
