FROM THE ARCHIVE: NANCY MITFORD WRITES ABOUT FARINGDON HOUSE (1950) "Such is Faringdon House as it stands in its environment; sober and restrained, typical abode, you would say, of an English country squire. Typical, except perhaps for the coloured pigeons, the striped pink and white Italian tubs, full of geraniums round the front, and that curious motor drawn up in the drive, a smart coupé of 1904. Not quite typical, and inside not typical at all. Open the front door, there was scented warmth, there was such light, such a profusion of flowers, such a river of witty chat, accompanied by tunes from hidden musical boxes.
We must give it to the architect Mr. Wood of Bath that he did his bit. He placed the house upon a semi-basement, which always makes for warmth and comfort, and to this basement with real 18th-century carelessness, he relegated both God and the cook, putting chapel and kitchen there side by side. He introduced a graceful double staircase, pillars, decorated plaster ceilings, classical chimney pieces, and as many pretty details, most likely, as the poet laureate was willing to afford: the proportions of all the rooms are excellent. Upon this prettiness, this excellence, Lord Berners superimposed his own taste and fantasy, and created something so personal that it is very difficult to convey its aspect to those who have not seen for themselves.
I can remember, during all the tedious or frightening but always sleepless nights of fire-watching in wartime London, that the one place I longed to be in most intensely was the red bedroom at Faringdon, with its crackling fire, its Bessarabian carpet of bunchy flowers, and above all, its four-post bed, whence, from beneath a huge fat fluffy old fashioned quilt one could gaze out at the view, head still on pillow." Read the story on the link in our profile. 📸 @montgomeryphoto
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