That said, Monday morning brought us to the train station, where we rode to the charming little village of Chawton to see the home of Jane Austen. People usually associate the city of Bath with Jane Austen, primarily because of the tourist-friendly Jane Austen Centre there. But I find this funny, as Austen was very open in her writing and letters about her dislike of Bath, and it’s well-known that she only lived there for about two years. This house in Chawton that we visited was where she passed the last eight or so years of her life and was also where she lived when she made major revisions to her books and then saw them published. The house is simple, quaint, and has been so amazingly well-preserved that it was like stepping into a time capsule. I’m so grateful for the glimpse it’s now given me into the life of this author who means so much to me.
Jane's piano :)
Jane's writing desk :) Again, so humbling to think about all the writing she did with such modest tools!
Jane's room :)
Quilt and shawl that Jane made. Amazing to see how well-preserved things like this have been!
On a bench in the garden. Incredible to think that this little story was hand-written at this house more than 200 years ago. What would Jane have thought if someone had told her that people would still be reading it and visiting her house this long after she was gone? Okay, nerd moment over :)
The lovely Orangery!
It just wouldn't be England without tea.
Complete authenticity. See what I mean about the gorgeous china?!
In my element
Mom got lemonade....am I more British than her?
The front of the Orangery
The adjoining Kensington Gardens
It was such a pretty walk
This view was probably my favorite from the garden
The front of the palace with the Queen Victoria statue. Hyde Park sits directly behind where I was standing to take this picture and it was another lovely walking area! All in all, it was a beautiful and relaxing way to finish our second day. I suspect this will be a go-to place whenever I get back to London.