The Royal Crescent in Bath, sitting resplendent in the summer sun. It is actually a series of grand terraced houses and is a stunning example of Georgian architecture, as designed by John Wood the Younger. Amazingly, despite our enduring instinctive need – as home owners and tenants – to put our own stamp on things, the Bath stone façade looks much as it has done for the past two hundred and forty years.
Mercifully, the Crescent was only slightly bomb damaged during the Bath Blitz of World War II, and also luckily escaped proposed redevelopment into city council offices in the 1960s. With a stream of interesting and renowned residents over the years, if walls could talk, I think it would be quite fascinating to hear the stories from the rooms inside the Royal Crescent.
This view is from the parkland adjoining the communal front lawns of the Royal Crescent. As I stood there, looking up the sweeping slope to the ancient trees and the buildings beyond, it made me think of all the generations of children who must have grown up in those houses, and played out on that swathe of green.
The children who toddled past the tiny saplings when they were first planted, who maybe brought their own children or grandchildren to picnic in the shade of the spreading boughs years later. Those same children as old men and women, strolling through the Royal Crescent as the autumn leaves fell from the branches. And now, generations later, the children who race up from the Royal Victoria Park, chasing each other round and round the trees before tearing back down to work off their energy in the play area, or the skateboard ramp.
The Royal Crescent building itself may barely appear to have aged and grown, remaining a glorious monument to the England of a bygone age. But for its successive inhabitants it has provided much-needed room to grow, both outdoors and indoors, with only the slowly ageing trees on the lawn outwardly marking the passage of time across the centuries.
So that’s my interpretation of this week’s inspired Weekly Photo Challenge from WordPress. And being part of the WordPress community sometimes makes me feel like I am sitting, having a good time in a room full of like-minded people and friends. But which room? Here are just a few of the great ones I’ve seen so far. I stopped at 10….surely a house with more than 10 rooms is just greedy, right?!