Читать книгу Period Piece - Gwendolyn Raverat - Страница 12
Newnham Grange as I first remember it. There was then a railing down the road; later on the windows on each side of the door were built out; otherwise it is little changed. It makes my blood run cold to remember how we used to run, chasing each other, along the top of the nine-foot garden wall, and jump down from that height.
ОглавлениеThen my father bought the family house and business place of the Beales, just across the road from Springfield. They were Cambridge corn and coal merchants—there is still a coal-merchant of that name in the town—and their granaries, warehouses, cow-houses, stables and yards ran along the west bank of the Cam, up-stream from Silver Street Bridge. The house had no name, nor had the road; all that part of Cambridge was simply called Newnham; so my father named it Newnham Grange. It was certainly a good investment, but I am sure that he really bought the place because he fell in love with it and all its romantic associations.
