It was Saturday morning. I’d had enough of decorating (which I’d been doing for 3 months, slowly sanding, painting, sanding, painting, waxing, sanding, polishing). I needed to visit something historic and crumbly. Consulting my NT book I saw I could catch a train to Barking (hitherto unvisited) and after a short cycle ride through 1930s-ville arrive at Eastbury Manor House for its last Saturday opening of the year (for the remainder of the year I imagine Saturdays are taken over by the more lucrative wedding market).
Randomly I found myself amidst a “walking play” – the house was hosting a youth crew who were running a play about the war in various rooms of the house, while the audience moved from room to room. This explains the beds in the long gallery.
This is an Elizabethan farm house from c. 1573 which fell into ruin and is now owned by the NT.
Does this bricked up small window hint that the original house had a secret vault beneath the floor? The window would fall between the floor and the ceiling.
There are impressive traces of early 17th C wall murals, hinting at the vibrancy of life in Elizabethan and early times.
This niche in the garden wall would have housed a wicker bee hive.
When visited: April 2014