When I open the garden door, I enlarge the garden so far as Mount Caburn. There I walk in the sunset, when the village climbing the hill has a solemn sheltering look . . . emblematic.I took the photograph above at the end of March 2011 as I cycled toward Southease in the East Sussex countryside (almost identical, it turns out, to Google Street View's from the same road). It marks the end of the first half of a regular journey.
Virginia Woolf in her diary, 1920.
Less than a mile further on is Monk's House, Virginia Woolf's final home and where she wrote Mrs. Dalloway. I notice now that a week later was the seventieth anniversary of the author's suicide. She would have walked out of the cottage into the meadows to the right of this picture, meadows surrounding the River Ouse flowing left to right towards the port of Newhaven. In the background is Mount Caburn.
Beautiful - and sad... Love the picture!
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit slow on the uptake but I am very happy to see this photo!
ReplyDeleteI never knew that Mount Caburn really existed. I sometimes reread a children's story called Elsie Piddock skips in her sleep ... this is exactly where she skips!
Also I was very impressed,a long time ago, by an autobiography by Leonard Woolf. I am glad Virginia Woolf had such a wonderful husband.