We chose carefully when we moved to our present home. Hastings (where we live – well, we live in St
Leonards but it’s all part of Hastings) is right on the coast, and like most
places by the sea it’s very hilly. Much
of the town was built in Victorian times so many of the houses date to just over
a hundred years ago. Almost any view of
the streets of Hastings includes terraces of tall thin red brick Victorian houses
clinging perilously to the steep hillsides.
Some of them are so tall and thin that basically you’re buying a
staircase with alcoves off.
I’m not sure if US friends are familiar with terraced houses
– I think it’s a UK term. It means where all the houses are joined together in
a string attached to each other rather than standing separately. I’ll show you some photos of our town one
day. But you can see the kind of
hillside terraced housing I mean just by looking out of our Alice’s bedroom
window.
There are terraced houses right opposite us too, but the
crucial difference is that our road is flat. Here are the three terraced homes immediately opposite our house.
There are hardly any flat roads in Hastings. Mostly you have to walk up a hill either
going out or coming home. There’s a
level walk from our house to the shops and the bus stop, and my how grateful we
are for that when we have heavy bags of groceries to carry home! Also our house is built on (almost) level
ground here at the top of the hill rising up from the sea. This means that although ours is a tall
Victorian villa, any time we have to have regular work done on the roof – like clearing
the gutters – we’re in with a chance that a ladder will suffice. Many of the Hastings houses need a scaffold
up to do any work on the roof – and that comes at £500 a pop. That’s $785!!
So that’s one of the special things about our house – level
ground.
The second special thing is that the little network of roads
where we live doesn’t go anywhere – it’s not on the way to somewhere
else. So though we have plenty of cars
belonging to the people who live here, there’s no through traffic. What a blessing!
The most special thing of all about our house is that we are
one of the lucky families whose homes back onto the park. Alexandra Park is a beautiful green space
running through Hastings and St Leonards.
Because this is a seaside town, it’s built around rivers running down to
the sea. That made some of the land hard
to build on, so they made it into a park instead, God bless them.
And every day when Hebe walks along to the stone masonry to
work on the headstones, her way runs through the park. It’s also the way to the baker’s and one of
the Co-op stores where we like to shop for groceries.
We go down the steps and down the hill towards the river
valley at the centre of the park.
It’s a favourite place for dog-walkers. Can you see the little Jack Russell who came
scudding across just as I took the photo?
The Victorians built ponds to dam some of the water –
beautiful open spaces where the seagulls gather. Can you just see the carp in the water?
Look closer.
So we walk on past the pond and then up the other side of
the valley, by this patch of grass starred with daisies at the foot of the
tree.
Then up past our favourite tree, a gnarled old chestnut.
The path rises steeply after that. Hebe says on days when it feels like hard going it's easier if you take your shoes off and walk up the hill in bare feet.
Off to the left runs a little badger trail.
On the way home, the path looks even prettier as it winds
back down towards the pond.
As we walked along to buy a loaf of bread today, Alice said
the path we go reminds her of Tolkein’s poems/songs about roads.
It also reminds me of this poem by G.K.Chesterton.
And of the song There’ll
Always Be An England, that starts:
There'll always be an England,
While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
Home again, time to have a bath and put my feet up for a while :0)
---------------------------------------------------
A pretty sarong given me some years ago by a friend. It has
variously served as a scarf, a headcovering, a tablecloth, an altar cloth and a
curtain. Finally it went to be part of a
textile craft kit I made to give away on Freecycle.
A picture I made of a
wonderful quotation from Thich Nhat Hanh and the beautiful cover of a journal
Hebe gave me. I kept this a long while as
a reminder that though it is true that “Here we have no abiding city”, nonetheless
it is also true that “the Kingdom of God is within you” – we are always at home
even as we journey on.
How enchanting your photos are!
ReplyDeleteI believe that in most places in the United States, those houses joined at the seams are called "row houses."
~Paula
Oh Pen...what a beautiful place you have been blessed with. Seeing your the sun shinning there, makes me feel closer to your lovely garden and long pathways.
ReplyDeleteI know all about terraced housing, since in my country we have some of them also :)
Thank you so much for sharing the beauty of your home withe me today.
m.
"Row houses" - aha! Thanks, Paula x
ReplyDelete:0) Hi Maria - yes, hardly a day goes by without us commenting on how beautiful Sussex is, and Hastings in particular. x
ReplyDeleteI love seeing those pictures. I would love to have money to visit Great Britain, especially Wales, since reading Edith Pargeter's historical tales of Llewellyn.
ReplyDeleteWe call terraces "townhouses" around here, but out East, where my sister lived for a few years, they did call them rowhouses. I've always wondered what terraced housing meant, when I've come across it in British literature. Terraced farming refers to parallel strips of land at different levels, I think. I always tried to fit housing into that kind of a model--parallel streets of houses going across the face of a hill. :-)
Still need time to think about the time question. ;-)
:0) I love the idea of you taking time to think about time!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, beautiful pictures! Thank you so much for sharing them, Ember. They're the sort of ones you look at in the middle of Winter to remind yourself that the cold won't last forever. I love the G.K. Chesterton poem. As soon as I read it something nudged me that I'd heard it set to music....then I remembered I'd heard Maddy Prior sing it. Here's the link, but I think the tune is a bit too dismal for the fun of the words. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xJf4pqnlkgs
ReplyDeleteHouses all attached here in the US are called rowhouses or townhouses.
ReplyDeleteHello Hawthorne - yes, in winter it's hard to remember this! Thanks for the link - we love Maddy Prior and the Carnival Band in this house. I specially like her rendering of "O Poor Little Jesus". x
ReplyDeleteHi Michelle - so good to hear from you. How are you? Is Jack behaving himself? All well? Are you recovering from your surgery okay? xxx
Thank you for sharing your 'place' with us. Lovely indeed.
ReplyDeleteLoved this, Pen! So lovely. So iconic. The byways & meanderings were one of the loveliest things about our time in England.
ReplyDelete:0) It is precious to us x
ReplyDeleteHow blessed you are to live near and experience this so often! xxoo
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. We wanted to live somewhere we could get about on foot and by public transport rather than be obliged to be dependent on cars. But we still wanted to be close to nature and not hemmed in by tarmac and concrete. And of course we wanted to live very near Rosie and Grace. That narrowed our search down to a block of three streets, of which this was our preferred one. The Lord heard our prayer.
ReplyDelete:0)
How lovely and interesting. I've seen these style of houses, but never had a term for them. I guess I've heard the term row houses, as Paula mention, but I'm not sure I'd have come up with it on my own. We don't have any where I live, but I do remember them from trips to the east coast. Sounds like you've a lovely place to live, Pen. Thanks for the little tour of its highlights.
ReplyDelete:0) Hi Beth xx
ReplyDelete