You know by now that I love a good National Trust property.
I like the smell of them. The age of them. The gardens and the walls of them. The history of them.
When we rocked up at Nymans, I knew nothing of the place. Just as well there was a handy plaque. How awesome? A lot of evacuees had their education disrupted by WW2, and I love the idea of some of being here, in such a beautiful place, learning and having some stability.
Some of the house was destroyed by fire in 1947, but has been left as was. Which I adore.
I love it when things are left open to the elements and nature always seems to make things more beautiful when left to it's own devices.
Mmmmm. Old bricks. I kinda like them too and the way they have been left.
Not only does it have a fabulous exterior, but it is a welcoming abode also. The gardens are vast, and we did not have time to go round them.
The gardens are so lovely that they have been open to the public since the 1930s, before the whole thing was given over in the 50s.
Something I have developed a penchant for of late, is trying to take my own photo in old mirrors. I like to think about who lived in the house and looked at their reflection. I especially love them when they have that mottled greyness to them from their age.
Something I have noticed about NT properties recently is the relaxation on photography (no flash) and also how open they have become. A few years back, in my experience, it was all "please, not photos" and glorious displays roped off.
All the places I have been to over the Summer (an abundance of posts to come!) were far more accessible.
You get much more of a feel for a place when you can wander about, not touching, but getting near to the objects of the people who used to live there.
I am all for conservation and the protection of carpets and the like. I really am. But all the places I have been to recently have left me feeling a lot more fulfilled by my visit than they ever did before.
I take a lot of inspiration from old interiors. I am never too sure if NT places are modelled on, perhaps, old photographs of how a certain room used to look, if they have been left in situ since a property was donated to the nation, or if they are just simply stuffed full of personal artefacts by the present day custodians.
Either way - I liked this room in particular. A lot. It looked comfy, creative and welcoming. As though the former inhabitant had just stepped out to get some tea. I like to think of them laying on the sofa and listening to music. Or sitting by a crackling fire, reading a book.
I have noticed that folk back them often had a writing room - or at least a specific desk. I like this idea very much. I am thinking, perhaps, an old lidded school desk shall have to suffice for now.
Until my lottery win ship comes in at least.