the day trip

SHIT!

In a panic

I pulled the wheel desperately to the right

As the car bumped back onto the tarmac

Making a mental note

Not to read the map while driving!

I was getting anxious

We were supposed to be there for afternoon drinks

His wife was a big buyer for Fortnum and Mason

A client

Hence the invitation

I had been driving for what seemed like an eternity

After passing St. Michael’s in Caerhays

With a stone wall and ditch

Endlessly on the left 

I had passed a gate house

But it was all shut up

In shear desperation

I slowed and stopped

Beside a man walking a black lab

Hard to resist

I blurted out the address

Surrendering my composure

Oh!

he said

you are after the Lord Lieutenant of the Shire!

follow the wall until the main gate

it is about 2 kilometres along the wall

nodding over zealously

a thank you

I speed along following the wall

I had spent

All the previous weekend under the Lancia Flavia in the streets of Kensington

So

it was humming along

beautiful!

Turning into the gatehouse

A substantial cottage and guard house on the right

With the gate

obligingly open

Crackling up the marble drive

Meandering between tall Nothofagus trees

always climbing

through carpets of speckled light

Highlighting dense colour flashes of the rhododendrons

A winding serpentine

To the white marble chip expanse before

The stone castellated port cochere

As a family of peasants

With chicks in tow

Scurried across in front of the car

As we settled to a granular stop

Under the imposing shade of the arched port cochere

The door abruptly opening as if on que

John Williams

Ambles out in his tweed jacket with leather patches

Opening the car door

Welcoming us

Explaining that the peasants have been in the family for six generations

And are part of the place

John explains we can park anywhere as the port cochere was designed for the turning of carriages

As we walk into the two storey, Georgian entrance hall with family portraits down the hall

Which continued up the grand staircase to the upper level

The house was designed by John Nash

And constructed between 1808 to 1810 for John Trevanian

Who was described as

A complete man of fashion, without anything frivolous or effeminate

The Nash mansion was built on a terrace

Overlooking Porthluney Cove towards the English Channel

After doing the tour of the Edwardian billiard room and the Georgian dining hall

We settled in a less formal sitting room as Mrs. Williams joined us

Pimm’s were offered

As John scurried to one side in a frenzy of preparation

While his wife

Continued the narrative

The house has only been in two families since 1370

Michael Williams a mine owner and banker

Bought Caerhays Castle in 1855

It became the William’s family home around 1892

After J.C.Williams married his second cousin

The Pimms arrived

Of course

In pint glasses with stacks on fresh mint

And a straw?

Which was quickly discarded

Originally Caerhays Castle was used as a staging nursery for Kew Royal Botanic Gardens and the Edinburgh Botanic Gardens

Allowing plant species to acclimatise

Mainly for exotic Asian species

like rhododendrons and later becoming a pioneer in daffodil hybrids through their links with the Royal Horticultural Society

The original species are still in the quarry, where the stone for the house was originally quarried

The head gardener Philip Tregunne has been with the family for years

continues in the tradition

After retiring from Parliament

John took up the traditional role of

Lord Lieutenant of the Shire

As a member of the local council

A family tradition that is taken very seriously

His wife, every Christmas takes hampers to the local disadvantaged people

While John, is often called upon to assist in cases of local dispute and misfortune

Helping out where he can

After the third Pimms

we fidgeted

Suggesting we should leave in order to get back to London

As the curtain of dusk laid across the country side

It was with a sense of quite appreciation

for the generosity of the Williams that we headed for London

the tradition of their continuing lineage

with their obvious, heart felt, social commitment to the local community

its associated responsibilities

lead the conversation

as we drove through diminishing light

back to a world

devoid of this personal responsibility