Friday, 26 August 2016

Down House


A few weekends ago we got in the car and drove to Bromley to visit Down House, the home of Charles Darwin and his family.


Located in the pretty little village of Downe, the house is where Darwin and his young family moved to from London in search of more space and fresh air. It is close to London (about half an hour's drive from SE London) but it feels like another world, nestled in green fields and winding lanes fringed with messy hedges. 



We took a picnic and ate it as soon as we got there, blanket laid out over the wildflowers, in the dappled shade of an overhanging tree. Sadly they don't allow picnics inside the grounds (I really don't know why), but there are nearby fields where you can easily put down a picnic blanket. 






The house was built in 1778 and lay empty for two years before Charles and his wife Emma bought it. Amusingly neither of them particularly liked the house, and thought it was quite ugly! They bought it anyway because it was cheap and they got fed up of house hunting!





Darwin lived at Down House for forty years, from 1842 until his death, with his wife, Emma, and their ten children (yes, ten!).  It was here that Darwin developed his theory of evolution by natural selection and wrote  On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection (1859).




Visitors aren't allowed to take photos inside but the house is definitely worth a visit. The ground floor has been recreated to look exactly as they did when Darwin lived there, complete with lots of beautiful Arts and Crafts wallpaper and furniture, and even the very same desk that Darwin sat at to write On the Origin of Species. Upstairs is a small but informative museum with interesting artefacts and many of Darwin's letters and writings. Charles and Emma's bedroom has also recently been renovated and is a lovely peaceful room, with wide ranging views over the gardens. 




One of the great advantages that Darwin must have seen in the house are the extensive grounds, which he remodelled to create a sheltered garden to carry out his experiments and research. Today the gardens are still absolutely delightful, and one of the main reasons why I wanted to visit. 

There are long stretching lawns with shady trees, a large red-bricked walled kitchen garden and a wonderfully photogenic teal greenhouse, all linked by picturesque brick arches, each one framing a view of the next part of the garden.







The borders overflow with all manner of plants and flowers, some instantly recognisable, others more mysterious Victorian varieties. And around every corner there is a crumbling brick wall or a wheelbarrow full of ancient terracotta pots, or a door leading to a hideaway potting shed. We had a lovely time wandering and exploring, reading the specimen labels and marvelling at the size of the artichokes!










One of the most striking aspect was the abundance of hollyhocks, which seemed to spring from every corner, towering above their bed-mates in vivid shades of pink, dark, chocolate- aubergine and the palest peach. I'd never seen so many hollyhocks all flowering together and they really were majestic. Cue a full-blown hollyhock obsession, obviously.








I also completely fell in love with the petite but perfectly formed greenhouse built in 1860 which was packed to the rafters with exotic specimens imported from Kew Gardens, including carnivorous fly-trapping plants, luminous orchids and trailing succulents.




I loved this shower of tiny white hybrid orchid flowers striped with purple, and the makeshift wooden plant hanger used to contain it. 



It was here that Darwin carried out many studies into how plants reproduce, often getting his children to help him. They would observe and take notes on the plants and the insects that visited them, eventually reaching the conclusion that for some plants, insects were necessary for their fertilisation and reproduction.



This tall carnivorous pitcher plant was also a favourite of mine, with its vivid yellow-green colour and elegant but deadly throat, lined with almost human-like veins. 







Naturally I came away determined to have a greenhouse of my own one day, and ambitions to paint it the same startling blue.






If you are ever in the area, or fancy an easy trip out of London, I would definitely recommend Down House. A wonderfully evocative and atmospheric place. Not only a place of great scientific discovery, but also, and perhaps foremost, a well-worn and clearly much-loved family home where children played on the lawns and ran wild among the trees, and the natural world and all its strange fascinations formed the foundation and the inspiration for every day life. 

Sunday, 21 August 2016

My nature story




So I am taking a bit of a plunge this week and starting a new hashtag on Instagram, which I would love other people to join in with, if they feel so inclined! 






Since joining Instagram a little while ago, I have loved contributing to other people's hashtags and find them a constant source of inspiration and joy, so I thought the time had come for me to start one of my own!



The hashtag is #mynaturestory and the idea behind it is very simple - a celebration of the natural world with all its quirks and mysteries, and our relationship with it. 



It can incorporate anything to do with your experiences of nature, from a walk in the park, or the joy of seeing something grow in the garden, to a freshly cut rose or a glass of homemade elderflower cordial. It could be a foraged wreath above the fireplace or a spectacular view of the sea. A cup of tea at the top of a mountain or a soggy camping trip. Even the faithful pot plant that sits next to the computer as we tap away is a little natural story that deserves to be shared. 



I have spoken before (many times!!) about how, as I get older, I find myself craving the outdoors so much more, how I look for green space in order to soothe and calm myself, and how I have learnt to understand and appreciate the changing of the seasons and the intricacies of the natural world so much more in the last few years. 



This hashtag is intended to be an expression of just that - a recognition that we are part of something bigger, something precious and something that we should cherish and protect. An appreciation of the extra joy that the natural world can bring to our every day lives, and how our lives are enriched by getting outside and exploring, but also by bringing the natural world in, incorporating it into our homes and routines.




I, like many others live in a big, lively, noisy city. I commute into work every day on the train, I walk past building sites and across busy roads, I take the tube and the bus, I sit inside at a desk, I look at a computer screen for most of the day. And that's not to say that those things are unworthy, or bad or anything like that - my life is here and this is what suits me for now. But I also need to see plants and trees, and sky and stars, and to feel cold clean air and sea spray, and to hear owls at night and waves crashing and smell meadows and forest floors and fruit trees in orchards.  



So those are the little stories that this hashtag is intended to capture - little moments of appreciation of the natural world and the way it affects and shapes us, its ability to help us deal with the little challenges and obstacles that life throws our way and the joy that we get from it. 



Anyway, enough waffle - you get the picture! I have already started tagging some of my photos with #mynaturestory and it would make me so happy if you did too!


p.s. R took these lovely cowparsley photos and given that I never credit him, I thought I really should this time. He really does take the loveliest photos (when he's not moaning about being an Instahusband, that is).