Saturday was absolutely gorgeous in my part of the world. Two weeks ago we had planned to spend it wandering around eleven open gardens in a village not too far from us fully expecting that it would come to nothing as we couldn’t quite believe the weather would hold. The village is Mells and it’s an interesting one as well as very pretty. Siegfried Sassoon is buried in St Andrew’s Church attached to the manor. It’s a very discreet grave – if you didn’t know it was there you’d miss it. Sassoon died at his home in Heytesbury not far from Mells at the age of 81. Having converted to Catholicism in 1957, he wanted to be buried close to Monsignor Ronald Knox who preached at St Andrew’s and helped with Sassoon’s conversion. Mells’s other claim to fame is the ‘Little Jack Horner’ nursery rhyme – he of the plum pie. Nineteenth century rumour had it that Jack, or probably Thomas, was dispatched to London by the abbot of Glastonbury before the dissolution of the monasteries carrying a pie with the deeds to a dozen manors baked in it. Jack/Thomas dipped his hand in what must have been a very large pie during the journey and pulled out the plum of the Mells manor deeds which included the lead mines of the nearby Mendip Hills. Not so, said the subsequent owners of the manor – well they would wouldn’t they – but the village seems happy enough to own Jack Horner now. The gardens were lovely but thanks to my and H’s forgetfulness there are no pictures. A visit to the Walled Garden at Mells website – a nursery with a fabulous garden which serves excellent cream teas – will give you a flavour.
I requested this to read and had it on kindle and then serendipitously I happened to be in London on a Saturday and looked up the SouthBank Centre to see if there were any literary events on and there it was, a reading and discussion with Rebecca Solnit. Previous to that I had bought one of her books Wanderlust for a friend who is a walking guide in the South Island of NZ. To read Solnit is one thing, but wow, to listen to her is like watching a performance artist, she is incredibly engaging in a thoughtful yet intense way and has an abundance of anecdotes in what has been a very interesting life thus far.
I like the sound of that! She writes very well – she summoned up the image of those apricots so vividly and along with it her mixed emotions about her mother.