Cuckolding in the
Cotswolds contd.
When M&M told me we were going to Kelmscott it meant
nothing to me. It is a pretty village in
the Upper Thames Valley and the village of Kelmscott was described by William
Morris as ‘an earthly paradise’ When his
name was mentioned my ears pricked up; I have always admired his designs but
didn’t know much about him.
He was born in 1834 and was an artist, philosopher, political
theorist and one of the most outstanding designers of the Arts and Crafts
Movement. I remember using one of his
designs for curtains in # 1 son’s bedroom.
At the age of 37 William opened the garden gate of Kelmscott
Manor and fell in love with this ’old house by the
Thames’
and lived there until he died in 1896.
‘Manor’ was a courtesy title – it is a modest16/17 century
farmhouse of local rubble stone set back from the river by lush water meadows. In the lanes he collected reeds, grasses, roots,
flowers and willow twigs for making dyes and studied the plants and birds which
were favourite designs for his textiles.
As we walked along the enchanting country lane we passed the
Memorial Cottages designed as a memorial to Morris in 1902 which encompasses a
carving of Morris by George Jack,(see below) given to the village by Jane, Morris’s
wife. Thanks to the Japanese
photographer or we would have missed this.
It seem Morris took the house on a joint lease with Dante
Gabriel Rossetti and the house has many of his paintings with the iconic face
of Morris’s wife Jane (or Hot Lips as I call her.)
My suspicions aroused – the stewards in each
room are most helpful - it seems Rossetti was a bounder as far as Jane was
concerned (hence my title).
He went on
living there till 1874 so presumably William was a complaisant husband.
In the room with the tile fireplace William and Jane
embroidered the hangings in the early days of their marriage. They were discovered during the 1960’s
restoration project, lining a dog basket.
Both Jane and her younger daughter May were gifted needle women.
The elder daughter had a serious boating accident and, as a
result became epileptic. In those days
sufferers were shunned and usually packed off to an asylum but William – bless
him –wasn’t having it and employed a full time carer.
One of the stewards most kindly told me to look out – in one
of the bedrooms - for a photo of Jane aged 70 where she is still truly
beautiful.
As she said “Photographs
don’t lie.”
I’m not sure I agree with
that.
I wonder what Kim thinks?
http://kimayres.blogspot.co.uk/
Wandering round the garden we came upon a sweet little
building which Malcolm told me was a three seater loo. The imagination boggles.
We decided to walk to the village Inn for lunch before
tackling our next bit of culture in the afternoon.
There is so much more to Kelmscott - do visit if you get the
chance and well done the Society of Antiquaries who rescued the house from a
state of dilapidation in 1962
NB See below 2 sets of photos. Sorry but this is the only way I can do it just
now.
