Brantwood – home of John Ruskin

Brantwood overlooking Coniston Water

On the last day of our holiday in the Lake District, we set off to walk to Brantwood from our hotel. We borrowed one of HF Holidays’ self-guided walk maps which was well laid out with instructions as well as the map itself.

Please excuse the blurry photo

The walk was easy and beautiful. We knew the weather forecast was iffy, but we went prepared. It was warm and soon there was sunshine, though looking across the water, mist and dark skies surrounded the mountains. This made for some atmospheric photography.

Looking across Coniston Water

We were in Swallows & Amazons country. I’d missed out on all this when I was a child (I have now bought a DVD film adaptation of the book, which I’ve yet to watch).

Can there be a better view than this?

We arrived at Brantwood just as the drizzle started. A good time to go inside the house! Maybe this is a good time to explain about the house. John Ruskin bought and moved here in his 50’s. Ruskin was a well-known art critic and water colourist. He had an interest in geology, encouraged by his father.

Ruskin was a very complicated man brought up by a dominating, over zealous Christian mother. She schooled him and ruled him. He had few friends, but did have contact with his cousins. When he left for University, his mother went with him to rooms nearby. Imagine that!

Later he did the ‘Grand Tour’ and was aware that some buildings were being changed as they were renovated, so Ruskin set about sketching these before they disappeared. He influenced the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood and became a great supporter of their art, meeting them about once a month for discussions. Ruskin also lectured and would walk up and down the stage as he spoke. He was even known to dress up as a bird or animal! He was a harsh critic of things he did not approve of, yet his vision was forward thinking. He stood up women and the ordinary man, and thought art should be for everyone, not just the upper classes.

In love, he was not successful. He had a liking for young women, perhaps for their innocence and looks. In his teens he met Effie Gray (a distant cousin), and married her, but the marriage was never consummated. A lot has been written about this relationship (films have been made about it too!). When Ruskin took John Everett Millais with him and Effie to the Scotland, the two young people were attracted to one another. Millais painted Ruskin’s portrait (though most of this was painted in a studio). See painting here.

Effie and John Ruskin divorced, and Effie married John Millais and had a large family. Ruskin never spoke about Effie again, not even in his writings, and he wrote a lot! His final romantic interest was with Rose La Touche in his thrirties She was 17. The relationship lasted 17 years before Rose died. Ruskin never got over this.

Living at the house in Brantwood was his cousin Joan Severn who was Ruskin’s housekeeper until he died in 1900. Joan was married to artist Arthur Severn and they and their children lived in another part of the house.

View from Drawing Room

I can see why Ruskin loved this house, elevated as it is, with views across the water and surrounded by 250 acres of gardens and woodland. Ruskin and Joan created seven distinct gardens stretching from the lake shore and jetty to the fell top. They are lush with springy moss, beautiful flowers and little nooks. Such a peaceful place to sit to have lunch.

The house consists of the hall, dining room, study, drawing room with annexe, the Blue Gallery and the shop. Upstairs is Ruskin’s bedroom where he built a turret, and the ideas room, which was originally a bedroom and where Ruskin slept after his breakdown.

Ruskin suffered from depression and had several breakdowns in his later years. Joan nursed him through them all and stuck with him despite his rages. In his writings, he admitted he could not have managed without Joan.

In the annexe there is a lovely photograph album with photos of Ruskin, Joan and her family, along with visitors to the house. It was a delight to view.

Drawing Room. On the piano is a piece Ruskin composed. I had no idea he had composed music.
Study
Study where Ruskin worked with his secretaries (he had three)
Dining Room
Dining Room. The painting is of Ruskin aged 3
Ruskin’s bedroom. These are copies or prints of Turner’s paintings. The originals were sold.
The Turret. I can just imagine myself sitting here with a book and cuppa!
The ideas room, formerly a bedroom
Ideas room
Ruskin’s carriage. I can just see him coming along those narrow lanes in this!
Even back in Ruskin’s day he was aware things were changing. He was so close to nature that he noticed the little things others didn’t. He was vocal about what he saw, but I expect his warnings fell on deaf ears. Not much has changed!
Lush is the only word I can use about the gardens
Ruskin’s seat
The house
The gallery with an exhibition about the author of Swallows & Amazons.

Before we leave the house (there is a lovely cafe here, by the way. It’s in a separate building), I must just tell you about the all important toilets. They are some of the nicest and colourful I have ever seen. Just take a look at the photo below.

Toilet facilities

We decided to walk down to the jetty. Ferries call in here and we thought we might catch one back to Coniston. To find the jetty, we walked through more of Ruskin’s gardens. Vegetable grow here and countless flowers. It is so pretty.

Gardens leading to the jetty
The jetty with ferry departing.
The steam yacht Gondola

We were told the Gondola didn’t stop here on our tour, but it seems it stops by request. I don’t know what happened between us booking this holiday and being told the yacht wasn’t stopping, but hey-ho, we caught it for the ten minute trip back to Coniston! And guess who was standing at the jetty at Coniston? Our group and Phil, the leader, waiting for their lake tour! I think that round was to us!

The workings
Arrival in Coniston
A bit grey and overcast. Coniston

To complete the day (and my pilgrimage, because this is what this day was for me), I wanted to see Ruskin’s grave. The town of Coniston is about a mile from where our hotel is, and this was the first time we had been down here. I know there is a Ruskin Museum, but we never made it there. But we did find Ruskin’s grave and the grave of Donald Campbell who died on Coniston Water trying to break the world water speed.

John Ruskin’s grave, St Andrew’s Church, Coniston
St Andrew’s Church
Grave of Douglas Campbell is in the New Graveyard off the main road
On the walk back to the hotel

This was terrific day. I would happily visit the house again if I’m back that way. The house and gardens were beyond my expectations and I was thrilled to have finally seen where John Ruskin lived in later life. I hope you have enjoyed it too.

Coniston

Lake District mid-week break

Lake Windermere

This holiday was fraught with worries about train strikes. In the end, the strikes came on the Wednesday (we left on the Monday) and Saturday (the day after we returned home. We were lucky in more ways that one. The train before ours had been cancelled, so there were double the amount of passengers on our train. Every seat was taken and people were still standing with luggage in the corridors. We had reserved seats, but had our train been cancelled, that would no longer apply. On the return the branch line between Windermere and Oxenholme had problems and two trains were cancelled. To connect with the London train, we had to go by taxi from Coniston all the way to Oxenholme, which was expensive, but there was no option. There seemed to be similar problems on the main train coming back to London, but luckily we again had seats.

Hotel (our room on the first floor)

Having got the moan over, we come to the main event. Our first surprise was how green everything was. Further south grass is like straw. Greenery is hard to come by. There has been no real rain for weeks. In the Lakes the air was sweet and scenery lush. Weather-wise they had had more rain than in the south, and while we were there we had some drizzle, but nothing spoiled our walking with sightseeing trip booked through HF Holidays. This is the 8th holiday I have had with them, from pure walking holidays to walking with sightseeing and special interest holidays. They take care of everything and all meals are included.

The view of Lake Coniston from hotel grounds

So, on arrival at Monk Coniston (our base) there was tea laid on with scones and cookies! Before we had even unpacked one of the leaders took us on a walk through the grounds, owned (like the house) by the National Trust (the house is leased to the holiday company). There was an on/off drizzle as we looked at trees and given instructions about where the gates led (one down to Lake Coniston, which we had a view of from the bedroom window.

There was then time to unpack before meeting our leader and the group we would be with. There were just eight of us in our group, and Phil, our leader. Phil told us where we would be going in the morning and what we would be doing, and then it was on to dinner with a whole other bunch of people to meet.

Tuesday:

Drizzle greeted us this morning, but being the optimist, I was holding out for something better. We boarded our minibus at 9.15am and set off for Windermere where we strolled up to a viewing point before a slow walk alongside the river. The views were beautiful. We were also treated to a flypast of US aircraft on manoeuvres. The speed, agility and the sheer noise was, I admit, exciting! The weather was brightening all the time and it wasn’t long before blue skies appeared and the sun showed its face.

This glass frame represents the seasons
Lake Windermere
A bit too fast to get a good shot with mobile! USA plane

We arrived at Wray Castle in hot sunshine. This was a busy place, a major stop obviously as there is a car park. Some of the group were going down to near the jetty where we booked onto a ferry later. Two of our party tried queuing for tea, but gave up as it was so busy. We made use of the facilities inside the door of the castle, ate our lunch in the sunshine, and headed down to join the others. It might have been nice to take a look inside the castle (which is actually a home, not a castle!), but no one seemed that bothered. This is one thing about travelling with others! When I go solo I stop where I want. However, there are advantages of travelling with others. You can’t have it both ways!

Wray Castle

The ferry ride took us to Ambleside where we promised tea (this tea thing is not just me then!). The cafes were manic and Phil asked our minibus driver if she could take us to a different place where we would be ending our walk the next day. Chesters by the River turned out to be a great place to stop, and the tea tasted like nectar!

Waiting in a cool place near the jetty
Coming into Ambleside
Our ferry
Ambleside

Before dinner we had a stroll down to the lake and that evening there was a little quiz run by one of the leaders which was fun.

The jetty at Lake Coniston

Wednesday:

This was a day of contrasts with good weather all day. We headed into Langdale, where we walked before moving on to another place for a second walk and to visit a slate mine. Wow! This was breathtaking. It was a day of spectacular views, streams, and waterfalls. My photos can’t do this day justice. Our minibus driver, Laura, was fun and her driving on narrow roads with tight passing earned her a round of applause. We had a great lunch stop and ended up Chesters by the River for tea before heading back to our hotel.

Langdale
We were told that this lake is used in the opening credits of BBC’s Countryfile
Into the cave
The classic shot!
Fingerposts
Lunch stop
Onwards – afternoon
The waterfall at Chesters by the River
Tarn Hows

Our last (unscheduled) stop was Tarn Hows. From here we walked back to our hotel. What a lovely walk.

Time for a little meditation

After dinner that night we took part in the national HF Holiday quiz. This is always fun. I’m sure the questions have got harder over the years. Our little quiz party came 3rd, but then there were only three groups! It’s the taking part, isn’t it?!

Our final day we opted out of the programme to do our thing. Originally, our tour was to include a stop at Brantwood, the house of John Ruskin. Unfortunately, this was no longer to be. As this (for me) was the reason I booked this holiday, we organised it ourselves and used one of HF Holidays self-guided walks (most excellent!) as it is it just two miles from the hotel. We had a lovely day. Because there is much to say about this, I have decided to write a separate blog post about this. Look out for it! For now, I shall leave you hanging in the Lakes!

Taken in the hotel grounds
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