Not normally a problem, but when my alarm went off, my jet lag was at full force. Thoughts of “where am I”, “how did I get here” cleared enough so that I could pull myself out of bed. I could tell that a thick fog had rolled in overnight, so I was driven by the anticipation of seeing the garden under this special condition. Each step felt like I was moving through mud in slow motion. What was I thinking! My entire body craved sleep. Even the floor of the train looked like an appealing spot to lie down. The slightest bit of light was too bright.
On the final 25 minute walk the soft early morning light was quickly dissipating – the fog was lifting. As my jet lag passed, I began to worry that I might be too late. I should have gotten up earlier. All this effort wasted!
Then I entered the northern Rustic House Gate. Like a personal favor from the universe, the garden had held on to its own pocket of fog. The light was amazing. Light diffused by the fog was punctuated with sharp oranges and whites where sunlight came through. Radiating shafts of light shot out from behind trees. The garden was silent because the neighborhood was just waking up. Families were going through their morning routines as I had 2 hours earlier.
The Cherry Orchard, the Italian garden, and the approach to the House reveal the original formal style and ornamentation of the garden. The Lake, created in 1737, gives the illusion of a slow moving river and is a key design element of the garden’s picturesque plan: innovative at the time. Chiswick is considered the birthplace of the landscape movement.