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Friday, 29 April 2022

Wisbech and Peckover House

A Town that has Seen Better Days and a House from its Heyday

Kings Lynn and Wisbech


Cambridgeshire
Fenland
Kings Lynn was the subject of the two previous posts, The Wash & Castle Rising and The Town. Mentally I have always had Wisbech and Kings Lynn pegged together, they are two small towns, over there somewhere in north Norfolk (not an area I am familiar with) and both had football teams in the Southern League at a time (late 60s) when I occasionally watched Hillingdon Borough perform in the same league. As far as I was concerned, they were interchangeable.

But I was wrong. They may only be 13 miles apart, but for a start Wisbech isn’t even in Norfolk, it’s in the Fenland District of Cambridgeshire, and they are not on the same river, Kings Lynn sits beside the Great Ouse while Wisbech straddles the River Nene. Both discharge into the Wash, their mouths only 5 miles apart, but the Nene is narrower and straighter.

Wisbech and Kings Lynn
The many pins are the work of Tour Norfolk from whom I have borrowed the map

Wisbech also feels much smaller. The population of 32,000 is not significantly less than Kings Lynn’s 43,000 (both figures are over 10 years old) but Lynn feels like an urban centre, Wisbech doesn’t. Wisbech also looks considerably less prosperous.

The Birthplace of Influential People

The River Nene flows into Wisbech from the east then turns north. Town Bridge was built across the turn, with the town centre on the downstream side. Upstream the streets either side of the river, known somewhat over-dramatically, as North and South Brink, were lined by the homes of the town’s wealthier citizens.

Octavia Hill

Octavia Hill was born at No 1 South Brink in 1838. In 1851 the family moved into London and under the influence of her grandfather, Dr Thomas Southwood Smith, she became concerned with the living conditions of the poor. She campaigned for improved housing and then for women’s economic independence. Although campaigning throughout her life and being a founder member of the Charity Organisation Society (now the charity Family Action), she is perhaps best remembered as one of the co-founders of the National Trust. The house is now the Octavia Hill Birthplace Museum.

Octavia Hill's birthplace and museum, South Brink

Thomas Clarkson

A few doors along in Bridge Street is the birthplace of another social reformer - it must be something in the water. Thomas Clarkson was born here in 1760.

Thomas Clarkson's birth place, Wisbech

The eldest son of an Anglican priest he attended Cambridge University, graduating 1783. In 1785 he entered a university competition for a Latin Essay entitled., "Is it lawful to make slaves of others against their will?" (Anne licet nolentes in servitutem dare). Always studious, he researched his subject thoroughly and won the prize. While riding back to London after the public reading of the prize-winning essay, he had a moment of epiphany and spent the rest of his life campaigning first for the abolition of British participation in the slave trade and when that was achieved (1808) for the abolition of all slavery everywhere.

A statue of him stands opposite his birthplace.

Thomas Clarkson, Wisbech

Rev Wilbert Awdry

Though not Wisbech born, the Rev Wilbert Awdry was vicar of the adjacent parish of Emneth from 1953 to 1965. During this time he wrote 10 of his 26 Thomas the Tank Engine books.

North Brink: The White Hart Hotel

North Brink offers an impressive array of Georgian frontages.

North Brink from the Town Bridge

Nearest the camara is the Old White Hart, later the Pheonix Hotel and a Chinese restaurant. It burnt down in 2010 and only the façade survived the fire. The owner disappeared leaving behind a gently deteriorating eyesore and when the windows started falling into the street, the Wisbech Society, took it upon itself to tidy up the ruin until a permanent solution could be found. It looks alright now, but aerial photographs show there is nothing behind the whitewashed wall.

The façade of the Old White Hart

The Old White Hart Inn was one of Wisbech’s two coaching inns, with daily services to London. In 1835 a coach carrying the 16-year-old Princess Victoria and her mother paused here to change horses. Two years later she was Queen Victoria and the landlord felt fully justified in painting ‘PATRONIZED BY ROYALTY’ over the inn’s coach entrance. The Wisbech Society have restored the sign. Their website also reproduces an advertising flier for ‘Ye Olde Whyte Harte’ in 1907. It is worth clicking here to see it.

North Brink: Peckover House

When Octavia Hill, along with Sir Robert Hunter and Hardwicke Rawnsley, founded the National Trust in 1895, she probably never imagined their organisation would one day own Peckover House, just across the River Nene from her birthplace, the two front doors barely 100m apart,…

Peckover House, North Brink, Wisbech

… but when the redoubtable Alexandrina Peckover, adventurer, mountaineer and the last of the Peckovers died at a ripe old age in 1948, she left the house to the National Trust.

The house was built in 1722 and owned by Alfred Southwell, who called it Bank House. It was bought by Jonathan Peckover in the 1790s and remained in Peckover hands until 1948. Although Bank House turned out to be a doubly appropriate name it later became known as Peckover House.

The Garden

We arrived early for our pre-booked guided tour of the house so we had a look at the garden first. Carefully tended by the Peckovers (or their gardeners) for well over a century, the Victorian walled garden is maintained in the appropriate style by the National Trust.

There are orchids in a greenhouse,…

Orchids, Peckover House

…vegetables…

Vedgetables, Peckover House

…an orangery…

Orangery, Peckover House

…a rose garden, a croquet lawn and more.

Peckover House gardens

The Peckovers were Quakers and the ‘Friends Meeting House’ is beside the main house. The Quakers Burial Ground, mainly occupied by Peckovers, is beside – or perhaps part of – the garden.

Quaker's Burial Ground, Peckover House

Inside the House

Peckover House is a typical house of a well-to-do merchant in the 19th century. The contents would have changed over the decades, but what was left in 1948 was sold off before the building was bequeathed to the National Trust. Some of the original artefacts have been repurchased, but most of the furniture, while of the appropriate date and quality, comes from elsewhere.

The guided tour started in the main downstairs sitting room. The fireplace is not original, but I believe the elaborate stucco surround for the mirror is. No doubt it was once fashionable, now it borders on the ludicrous.

Elaborate mirror surround, Peckover House

The women of the house would have spent much of their time here, working on embroidery or similar handicrafts. One exquisitely worked footstool survives from all their hours of gentile labour.

Footstool, Peckover House

The Peckovers as Bankers

Jonathan Peckover originally set up business in Wisbech as a grocer. The town was prosperous and he made money, as did other tradespeople. But success brought problems,  money, existing only as silver or gold coin, was bulky, difficult to transport for a major deal, and always vulnerable to theft. It was better for traders to hand their money to one trusted individual with appropriate facilities for keeping it safe.

Traditionally Quakers are known for the probity and integrity. Jonathan Peckover embodied that tradition and by 1782 he held 7 accounts.

It soon followed that major transactions could be made without the physical transferring of cash, all you needed was a signed note to the banker – a cheque in other words. If both parties had the same banker the transfer was carried out in a leger, and the gold coins sat still and untroubled throughout the whole procedure.

Jonathan’s enterprise became the Wisbech and Lincolnshire Bank and was run by his son Algernon and then his grandson Alexander who would become the First (and only) Baron Peckover. A banking hall was built beside the house, but the business outgrew the hall and it was demolished in 1870. In 1896 the bank amalgamated with 19 others to become Barclays Bank; Barclays had originally been another Quaker enterprise.

More of the House

Leaving the first room by a doorway which clearly suggested they saw themselves as carrying on the torch of civilization from ancient Rome….

Internal doorway, Peckover House

…we reached the library. Completed in 1878 for Alexander Peckover’s book collection, the shelving was designed Edward Boardman. The books were sold and the shelves ripped out in the 1948 sale but the woodwork has been replaced to Boardman’s design. The current collection of books is overseen by a portrait of Alexander Peckover.

Library, Peckover House

All the Peckovers were travellers and Alexander was an avid collector. His ‘Cabinet of Curiosities’ is a collection of the extraordinary objects he found in his travels in Europe and North Africa.

Cabinet of Curiosities, Peckover House

We continued through the dining room. Electricity was installed in 1920 but Alexandrina and Jane Peckover preferred to dine by candlelight. The reproduction Chippendale chairs and late Victorian bracket clock were theirs.

Dining room, Peckover House

We finished with a descent to the kitchen, where the family rarely came.

Kitchen, Peckover House

More about the Peckovers

The Peckovers were philanthropists, internationally supporting the abolition of slavery and locally doing much to enrich the cultural life of the area.

Despite the restrictions society placed on women, Priscilla Peckover, Algernon’s daughter. was a noted linguist and pacifist and her niece, Alexandrina, was an explorer and Alpinist. Alexander had no male heirs so Alexandrina and her sister Jane, neither of whom ever married, were the last Peckovers to live in the house.

Wisbech Docks

The river upstream from the town bridge might be wide enough for a couple of boats to pass each other, but it looks no place for a ship. Despite that Wisbech was an important port in medieval times and retains its docks.

The River Nene upstream from the Town Bridge

The photo above looking north from an upper window of Peckover House shows how the tidal Nene widens towards the docks a few hundred metres downstream. It is small scale stuff, to quote the Port of Wisbech website our efficient port facilities enable us to load & discharge vessels of up to around two and a half thousand tonnes, so no super-tankers, then, but I find myself strangely impressed that the port runs its own fortnightly service from Riga in Latvia to Wisbech.

Coffee in Wisbech

No rain fell while we were in Wisbech, but it was a dull, dank morning, the sort of day that shows nothing to its best advantage. We had spent our time in what was once the town’s wealthiest quarter, but even allowing for the weather (and the National Trust’s faultless stewardship of Peckover House) many of the dignified old houses gave the impression of needing care and restoration.

We strolled into the town centre in search of coffee. Wisbech did not look well, too many empty shops, too little purposeful activity. Maybe I am doing the town a disservice, I saw a couple of boarded up premises and started looking for the pawn brokers, pay day loans, slot arcades, betting shops and Poundland. I suppose most towns have them but in a small town they cluster together.

We found a Costa Coffee, drank a morning cappuccino and decided it was time to head home.

Before writing this, I took a Google walk round the same streets. Visiting on a sunny day in 2018 their camera cars made Wisbech look a pleasant little place. Had the pandemic changed the town, or was it just a combination of the missing sunshine and a poor first impression? Who knows?

Other Norfolk/Cambridgeshire Posts

King's Lynn and Around: The Wash & Castle Rising (April 2022)
King's Lynn: The Town (April 2022)
Wisbech and Peckover House (April 2022)

Hemingford Grey and Green Knowe (July 2016)

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Hemingford Grey and Green Knowe

A 'Typical' English Village and an Ancient House with a Literary Connection

Hemingford Grey, So Typical it is Almost Unique


Cambridgeshire
Huntingdonshire
Sunglasses were essential for the two hour drive to Hemingford Grey. The trip had not been planned knowing this would be the warmest day of the year (so far) but we were happy enough that it was. Recent political upheavals suggest England is not at ease with itself, but beneath a smiling sun and a clear blue sky it looked a green and comfortable country.

The M6 and A14 ran freely and we were a couple of miles beyond Huntingdon and almost there before encountering traffic problems. Our planned route (we learned later) would have shown us a straggling village much of it modern and ordinary, but after leaving the A14 a little early we approached via Hemingford Abbot and a couple of wrong turns and fell, as if by magic, into the old village centre. It is one of those places cherished in our national imagination as a 'typical English village', though few of us live in such Gardens of Eden now - or indeed ever did. To paraphrase John Major paraphrasing George Orwell, this is the England of long shadows on cricket grounds, warm beer and old maids bicycling to Holy Communion through the morning mist.

Thatched house, Hemingford Grey

Apart from the thatched houses, large and small, there were renovated workers cottages….

Former workers' cottages, Hemingford Grey

… and houses where roses climbed the wall.

Roses up the wall, Hemingford Grey

Hemingford Grey is in Huntingdonshire, once a county in its own right but now merely a district of Cambridgeshire and the village pub is Cambridgeshire Dining Pub of the Year. Orwell’s ‘warm beer’ notwithstanding I am sure the beer is as well kept as in the Martin's Arms in Colston Bassett, the Nottinghamshire Dining Pub of the year we visited by happy accident last month. We did however, eschew The Cock today and met our daughter Siân at the Hemingford Garden Room, a Community Interest Company café, in the nearby parish rooms where we lunched in the garden beneath the shade of an umbrella.

The Cock, Hemingford Grey

The River Great Ouse and the Church of St James

Well-fed we strolled up the High Street which ends at the River Great Ouse. Across the river is St James’ church where the spire fell down during a hurricane in 1714. Despite the attempt to turn the stump into an architectural feature, it still looks like a stump.

St James', Hemingford Grey

We strolled down the riverside path until we reached a gate in the hedge.

The Manor, Lucy M Boston's Green Knowe

Hemingford Grey is undoubtedly a pretty village, but not so uniquely pretty we would have driven over two hundred miles between us merely to see it; we were actually on a pilgrimage. Siân says she hardly remembers the BBC adaptation of the Children of Green Knowe - four thirty-minute episodes broadcast in 1986 when she was five - but that led to the purchase of the book, and then to the other five in the series, written by Lucy M Boston between 1954 and 1976. They were read and re-read many times in the following years.

The gate in the hedge took us into The Manor, the home of Lucy Boston from 1939 to her death in 1990, and the inspiration for Green Knowe.

Into the gardens, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

The books feature a rather solitary twelve-year-old with the unlikely name of Toseland (actually the name of a village a few miles south of Hemingford Grey). While his parents are in Burma he spends his school holidays at Green Knowe with his wise and kindly great-grandmother Oldknow. During these visits Toseland (Tolly) meets the other children of the family who have inhabited Green Knowe over the centuries. They are, of course, ghosts, but not frightening spooks, merely young human beings displaced in time.

The writing, gently paced and literary, immerses the reader in this fantasy world and is demanding for young readers. After watching a BBC adaption of the first book, Lynne read all the books to Siân and they both came to love the stories.

Siân had recently discovered that the house is open to the public by appointment. When she phoned she was very excited when her call was answered personally by Diana Boston, Lucy Boston's daughter-in-law.

The Garden in Reality and in Green Knowe

The beautifully tended garden also features in the stories. It contains the malevolent Green Noah, actually a decaying felled tree trunk,….

Green Noah, Hemingford Grey Manor

… a stand of bamboo in which a gorilla is found in one story, and a walking St Christopher, though the statue is new, donated after the 2009 filming of From Time to Time an adaptation of The Chimneys of Green Knowe. Despite having Maggie Smith, Hugh Bonneville and Timothy Spall in the cast the film was not a success.

St Christopher, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

We wandered round the garden. Among the highlights were the largest thistle I have ever seen (No, that is a cardoon, Siân corrected me)….

Cardoon, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

… and a fancy frilly red tree/shrub which I was pleased to find she could not identify.

Unidentified tree/shrub, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

We sat on a shaded bench with some of the other visitors. The afternoon temperature exceeded 33° - for American (and Daily Telegraph) readers, that is 92°F - which may not impress the people of Baghdad where a recent heatwave has seen temperatures over 50, but to a resident of north Staffordshire...

Diana Boston came out to say 'hello' but regretted that after recent medical treatment she could not conduct the tour herself. She left us in the capable hands of a friend and neighbour whose name I have shamefully forgotten.

The Manor House

The Manor is a Norman tower house built in the 1130s and one of the oldest continually inhabited houses in England. The extension on the left, described by the guide as a 'Tudor lean-to' softened its character though the Georgian makeover, which involved doubling the size of the frontage and making it rectangular, inserting new windows and changing the facing from stone to brick, was probably a misjudgement. Perhaps fortunately, it soon burned down leaving the sturdy medieval stone building intact. The Manor is now its original shape, plus lean-to, though the Georgian windows and brick facing remain.

Originally the house was moated, the line of the moat can still be seen in the lawn, indeed I was standing in it while taking this picture.

The Manor, Hemingford Grey

The Undercoft and the Hair Picture

Our party of ten filed into the house. One of the books’ medieval characters leaves a window open so birds can fly in and nest on a wooden carving, and there in the narrow lobby, was the very ornament surmounted by a birds nest.

Wooden ornament with birds' nest, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

We sat in the medieval undercroft. The Manor, very much a family rather than a ‘stately’ home, is smaller than we had imagined Green Knowe to be, consisting of an undercroft and overcroft, both divided by Tudor partitions, and an attic above - a house did not need many storeys to be a ' tower' in Norman times.

Lucy Boston bought the house in 1939. She arrived fresh from her continental travels wearing Austrian dirndl and speaking fluent German and was understandably treated with some suspicion. The guide traced her thirty year journey from distrusted newcomer to village treasure; in her later years as she was losing her sight, village girls would stop on their way home from school to thread needles for her patchwork.

In summer the garden occupied her time, in winter she worked on patchwork seated by the fire in the chair Lynne occupies in the picture, or on her writing.

Lynne in Lucy Boston's fireside chair, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

As we had walked through the village Sian had mentioned a 'hair picture'. In one of the books a mystery cannot be solved until a picture is made using hair from all the participants. Hanging above the fireplace is the hair picture that inspired that idea, made by a French prisoner during the Napoleonic wars. In the early nineteenth century prisoners of war had to fund their own repatriation when hostilities ended and selling such crafts was one way of doing it.

The hair picture, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

The Tudor Annexe and Lucy Boston's Patchwork

Upstairs in the Tudor annex we were treated to a display of Lucy Boston's patchwork. Whilst admiring the work, this rather went over my head.

Lucy Boston's patchwork, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

I did, though, admire the Norman window into the main bedroom that would once have been on an external wall.

Norman window between the old house and the Tudor extension.

The Overcroft, Great-Grandma Oldknow's Bedroom

The bedroom in the overcroft was Lucy Boston's bedroom, but more excitingly, it was also recognisably great-grandma Oldknow's. With Georgian windows at one end, Norman windows on either side and a Tudor partition at the end, the room exemplified 500 years of architectural styles.

Norman window, Tudor partition, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

The Overcoft, A Magnificent Phonograph and the Gunning Sisters

During World War Two Lucy Boston invited personnel from the nearby RAF bases to use her house for recreation and, in an age when recorded music was not the commonplace it has become, treated them to gramophone concerts. I am old enough to remember wind-up gramophones, but have never seen one as magnificent as this. It still works and the sound reproduction is surprisingly good. In 2012, while sitting in a garden in the northern highlands of Vietnam, Lynne noted the huge variety of useful things she could see made from bamboo. Now she could add gramophone needles to her list.

Listening to Lucy Boston's magnificent gramophone

On the wall was a painting (possibly by Zoffany) of Elizabeth Gunning. Born here in 1733, the second of two sisters born in that year, her father was an impoverished Irish gentleman and her mother a daughter of an Irish aristocrat. The two girls were thrown into London society to make their way without titles or money, relying only on their good looks. At a Valentine’s Day party in 1752 the Duke of Hamilton expressed a desire to marry Elizabeth, then just 18, and the wedding took place that evening. The ensuing scandal provoked a closing of loopholes in the law concerning marriage licences and the calling of banns. The Duke died in 1758, but she became Duchess of Argyll by a second marriage and in 1776 King George III made her a baroness in her own right. My goodness, what a career – though perhaps ‘goodness’, as Mae West observed, had nothing to do with it. Her older sister, Maria, became Duchess of Coventry and a celebrated society hostess. She died of blood poisoning at the age of 27 from the overuse of lead based cosmetics.[update: As Duchess of Coventry Maria Gunning lived in Croome Court in Worcestershire. We visited in 2019 and there is much more about her in that post.]

Miss Gunning, possibly by John Zoffany

Upstairs to Tolly's Domain

Peter Boston, who died 1999, was Lucy’s son and Diana’s husband. He was at university when his mother bought The Manor and an adult when she wrote the books but is nonetheless the inspiration for Tolly. A successful architect, he illustrated all his mother’s books.

We reached ‘Tolly's bedroom’ by a wooden spiral staircase. The toy box, rocking horse and bird cage - all important elements in the stories - looked exactly as they do in the illustrations. This caused great excitement,….

'Tolly's Room' in Green Knowe, The Manor, Hemingford Grey

....but for Siân the ultimate thrill was being able to hold the little carved wooden mouse that is so important to Tolly.

Siân becomes overly excited by a carved mouse, The Manor, Hemingford Grey
....and I did not mean to capture Lynne and myself in the mirror, but as I did...

The guide asked Siân at what age she had come to know the books. 'Six,' she answered with confidence. I was a little surprised, but not as much as the guide. 'They are very demanding books for a six-year-old,' she said.

Descending the stairs we paused while Lynne held our copy of The Children of Green Knowe beside Peter Boston’s original artwork. We had taken the book on our sojourn to Sudan where the desert sun dried out the glue and turned all books into loose-leafed folders. That was in 1987, proving Siân right about enjoying the books as a six-year-old.

Lynne, the Children of Green Knowe and the original cover artwork

We paused in the shop to buy a carved mouse and a DVD of the BBC adaptation.

It can be a mistake to revisit childhood joys, they may not stand up to adult scrutiny, but for Siân (and indeed, Lynne) The Manor was Green Knowe, with all the magic intact. It did not have the same impact for me, the story of a lonely and rather strange twelve-year-old and his great-grandmother held less appeal, but I appreciate the quality of the story telling and slow, gentle way the reader is first beguiled and then sucked inside a unique fantasy world. And The Manor itself? The house is a delight, with or without the Green Knowe connection.