If you park near St. James's Church in Hemingford Grey and walk along the towpath, you come across the Manor almost by accident. I was there on purpose. It's a place I've been longing to visit ever since I read my first Lucy Boston novel, decades ago. The Manor is Green Knowe, the house described so vividly in her children's books that I sort of felt I knew it already. On June 1st, on a mild and overcast day, my good friend Frances Wilson and I went to see the real thing.
We walked all round the garden first. The topiary, cut into very Jubilee-appropriate crowns, orbs etc was started in the year of the Coronation. Every bush had bunting around it, and we were greeted by two lovely dogs who bounded over the grass to welcome us.
If you wanted an example of a perfect English domestic garden, this is it. Planted with care and devotion, tended with enormous love for decades, first by Lucy Boston herself and now by her daughter-in-law Diana Boston and a couple of very good gardeners, it is full of everything beautiful you can think of: roses in abundance, shrubs and flowering plants of every kind and in particular on the day we went, banks and banks of the most splendid irises. These are purple and what you think of when you think of irises, but there were bronze ones and underwear pink ones as well as white and gold and mixtures of bronze and purple...the varieties were astonishing to me at any rate. And there were masses and masses of them. The whole display is spectacular. Visit quickly if you want to catch them at their best but after they're done there will be the roses, some of which were already flowering profusely.
Diana Boston met us at the door. She is the widow of Peter Boston, who provided the extraordinarily evocative illustrations for the Green Knowe books. She was showing us round the house and on the day we were there, Frances and I were the only visitors,so it felt exactly as though we were guests at the house of a friend. Diana knows all there is to know about the Manor and lives there now, and the feeling you get as you step into it is precisely that: you're entering someone's home. It's been around since 1130 A.D, this house, and is one of the earliest domestic dwellings in England. It has been the background to words, deeds, thoughts, emotions, celebrations, bereavements, births, and gossip for over 900 years. The walls in most of the house are very thick indeed and have absorbed so much that you feel the place is crowded with memories. The hall has in it coats, wellies, umbrellas, and the normal paraphernalia of everyday life. It's a dignified and beautiful and ancient house but in no way a grand one. You have to watch your step sometimes and the rooms lead off one another in unexpected ways, but wherever you go, you see wonderful pictures, pretty ornaments and evidence of Lucy Boston's presence as well as that of her friend, Elizabeth Vellacott, the artist. The link goes to the Daily Telegraph obituary of this interesting woman who died as recently as 2002.
One of the main reasons I've long wanted to visit the Manor was because I knew that Lucy Boston, as well as writing enchanting books, also created patchwork quilts. Quilts are something of an obsession of mine. Almost my first book was called Apricots at Midnight and in it, each story relates to a patch in a quilt the narrator has made. The patchwork curtains in the living room were lovingly mended by Lucy Boston, and this started her on the making of her own quilts. She spent each winter putting together the most extraordinarily lovely and carefully-designed and worked-out patchworks. The one illustrated here has a pattern of appliqued stars and the phases of the moon.
Patchwork is a metaphor for a great many things, as well as being, when well done, both beautiful and useful. It's like writing books for instance: you have to pick which words go well next to which others, how the paragraphs are going to line up, how the structure of everything will fit together at the end. I found it thrilling to imagine Lucy Boston, sewing away by hand (you cannot see any stitches at all on the quilts without bringing your eyes practically up against the fabric and even then it's hard!) through the cold winter nights. Diana assured us that the house is still very cold when the temperature drops but blessedly cool in hot spells. It's the thick walls... Frances and Diana put on white gloves to show off every single quilt. These are awesome in the true and not the modern slangy meaning of the word. For anyone who loves such things Boston's works of art are absolutely worth the trip all on their own.this link. When the high-ceilinged, silent, ancient room filled with these notes, a real chill came over me and I found myself on the edge of tears and with gooseflesh all over my arms. And yes, it was partly the sound, the notes, the melody, but it was also the ghosts of those young men, hearing that song, facing death daily, suddenly present where we were. It's not a moment I'll forget in a hurry. I do urge anyone who can to follow the link to Gladys Ripley's rendition of O peaceful England! on the truly magical You Tube.
Readers of the Green Knowe novels will recognize the rocking horse and the picture of the toys in the trunk, brought to the house by children from other times and places. There's no room here to go into detail about them but they're the work of a truly remarkable woman and anyone who loves books with a proper sense of place, interesting characters and stories touched with the best kind of magic will love them. They are all on sale in the shop, of course, as are postcards of the garden and the patchworks and much more besides. Diana Boston explained to us why she hasn't gone the Disneyfied, theme-park route in the Manor. She has wanted to keep the place as it was, for all those who love the books: a home for real people who happen to share it with a multitude of benevolent ghosts. I'd like to thank Frances for driving me there and Diana for taking us round. She's the perfect guide and I can't think of a better place to visit if you're in the region. It's the very best kind of haunted house there is.
I've been fortunate enough to visit this house twice and thoroughly enjoyed my visit each time. I reread the books, too. Lovely description, Adele.
What a fantastic, irresistibly magical, place.
I'm hoping its power to inspire good books is as strong as ever.
We've been there too, and it was just as magical as you describe... like walking into the books.
This is one of those places I really, really want to visit. Those books were a magical part of my childhood. I can remember the librarian at the Children's Library passing the first one to me and saying, "I think you might like this." Wonderful!
I went in I think 1978 with CWIG and Lucy herself showed us round. It was indeed magical in the non-Disney sense and the beginning of our buying old shrub roses for our own subsequent gardens. Her book Memories in a House tells you more about the manor and about the planting of that wonderful garden.
Thanks Mary...must get hold of Memories in a house. I bet it's for sale in the shop...will contact Diana and ask her!
Have always wondered about going - but must now arrange it. Sounds a delightful house and garden. Such a beautiful patchwork bedspread too!
What a beautiful garden! Now there is a place I shall definitely visit. As Penny comments, gorgeous patchwork quilt, too. Thank you, Adele.
I've been to the Manor once and I now want to see it all again after Adele's lovely description,especially the room where Lucy played the records to the airmen, which is, I agree, such a special place. I also love quilts! And Lucy's quilts are spectacular.
Ah - patchwork quilts. This article was inspiring all the way through for someone so far away.
But the piece about the patchwork quilts was even more "awesome" and interesting to me.
I so enjoyed reading this.
What a beautiful house - and a beautiful quilt!
I know it's part of our history, but these fabulous English houses increasingly seem like fantasy to me, they are so far removed from most people's everyday lives. It's lovely that they are preserved for us to visit and enjoy.
I'm so stupid I'd never even realized Green Knowe was real! These books were part of the magic of childhood for me, and I'd never somehow connected them to real adult life. Thank you so much for sharing this, Adele. Now I can't wait to go.
And thank you for the Gladys Ripley link too. My dad had an old 78 of this, but I've never heard it since and the youtube rendition has just given me the loveliest possible visit of ghosts.
A lovely post, Adele, bringing back memories of my visit there three years ago when the CWIG conference was held in Cambridge. I never read the Green Knowe books ss a child, but even so it felt like walking into a story.
Thanks for all the comments and lovely to see Tamar here! It is indeed an amazing house so do go if you ever get a chance to. Mainly accessible by car but they do say that the number 5 from Cambridge stops at Hemingford Grey and I may investigate this one day. I also fancy rereading the Green Knowe books. It's been such years and years...
Yes I remember it as a quite magical place. Like Linda I was there with the CWIG Conference a few years ago. I could just imagine that bedraggled boy coming to that watery place full of topiary in the garden. I love the fact that the garden is a bit wild and untamed. And those quilts were marvellous... long long ago I once quilted. Its a very restorative process.
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