“Do you know that people used to have summer curtains and winter curtains? They’d change them with the seasons.” Such a morsel, small but delectable, is to be expected in conversation with Nick Shrimpton: Oxford don, John Ruskin aficionado and connoisseur of the Victorian Aesthetes – William Morris, EW Godwin, Dante Gabriel Rossetti et al. Those names pop up in Nick’s collection, which jostles happily in the long, narrow and mainly 17th-century house he shares with his wife, Sue, on the edge of the Cotswolds. It’s an exceptionally pretty village dwelling, not least when the frontage’s rampant wisteria bursts into lilac bloom. But the real treasures are inside.
Nick’s enthusiasm for collecting is infectious. He is discerning, erudite and never snobbish. He simply delights in the pictures that fascinate him and the objects he admires, from a host of Hogarth prints and Whistler etchings to a Gothic Revival chair spewing its stuffing like Struwwelpeter.
Collecting is a legacy he has passed on to his daughter, Min, who spent much of her childhood in this house, “when not being carted round auction houses and reclamation yards or visiting antique dealers”. She laughs. For Min, who works in communications for Soho House, it started with a rug – an antique Heriz carpet hailing from north-west Persia that Nick bought her as a present for her own flat in Newington Green, north London. “It made me realise how lucky I’d been to have grown up surrounded by beautiful, unusual things that had been made to last.”













