On the way back from Cambridge I decided to take a detour and visit Wisbech as there was a National trust house I fancied a look at, Peckover House.
It was a little on the tricky side to find, but well worth it I thought.
It's quite a compact house but there's plenty to see, as usual I liked the cellar kitchens and also the stables with tack room.
The tea rooms are at the end of the garden and there's a rather touching pet cemetery under some big old trees.
The house is in a row of similar Georgian properties, definitely in the good end of town. I went for a stroll around Wisbech itself and it was a bit of an eye-opener. Not what I expected at all. But then that's true of a lot of places these days.
I took out the National Trust membership for another year after deliberating over it for some time. Even the two new places we've been so far probably cover the cost. I bought some memberships as Christmas presents last year and they were very well received, so if you're stuck for a gift it's a good possibility for anyone who likes rooting round interesting places.
I'm struggling to get back into a routine with the blogging, I'm not sure why this is. But it'll come eventually, or it won't!
Well worth finding by the looks of it. That picture of the sink/window/tea towel is wonderful. It's like a painting.
Posted by: Liz | November 15, 2013 at 08:14 AM
The smaller places are often the best, I feel. Love that sink.
I'm intrigued by the reference to Wisbech. What was it that about the town that was an eye-opener? (Had to check: the journalist who writes "Let's Move to..." in the Guardian says he was surprised by Wisbech too: http://www.theguardian.com/money/2011/may/14/lets-move-to-wisbech-cambridgeshire
Quite often I find that I have created an image of a town from its name over many years, and then I'm totally disappointed on seeing how very pedestrian they are.
Posted by: colleen | November 15, 2013 at 11:18 AM
I can imagine myself living in that house, albeit as a servant which I fear would be my station in life when that it was built. I could work my way up to housekeeper, with a seat in that rocking chair by the range. The sanitary arrangements would be a drawback... I am just old enough to remember having to use one of that type of loo in a local "tea garden" and the stench and flies in summer were stupendous !
By the way still reading your archives, you mentioned trying to buy oatcakes at the butchers in Bolton, you should have been directed to the market, in this area you buy them on the markets with your cut bacon and boiled ham etc. Somewhere like Redman's. I was brought up on them too, yum yum and they are still around to buy in Lancashire. Our butcher sells his own made suet "rag" puddings, still steamed in muslin and called dead man's leg by us as children and therefore not a favourite with me.
I do hope you will carry on with the blog. I know I'm a newbie but I would really miss you if you stopped.
Susan.
Posted by: grey rabbit | November 15, 2013 at 12:51 PM
Really love the photos !!!
Many Thanks...living here we have Nature's grandeur and I love it but I also love exploring old houses and the English countryside ...so Many Thanks from me :0)
Posted by: Val | November 15, 2013 at 06:27 PM
Maybe that one and the privy would make nice postcards!
Posted by: Rattling On | November 16, 2013 at 10:33 AM
That is a gem of a house isn't it? I liked the privy and the sink pictures too. Just my station in life, I feel.
Posted by: Toffeeapple | November 16, 2013 at 03:39 PM
Was that a quilt in the drawer ? Beautiful colours !
In fact , the whole house is lovely , in all its sober elegance .
Posted by: SmitoniusAndSonata | November 16, 2013 at 04:31 PM
It looks like a "tumbling blocks" quilt to me.
Please get back in the blogging habit - I miss your posts!!
Posted by: Anne Donald | November 16, 2013 at 06:15 PM