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Six places to find Virginia Woolf and the Bloomsbury Set 2

by Kate McNab, 6-04-17 Post

Celebrated English author Virginia Woolf was a crucial member at the heart of the Bloomsbury Set, who spun their tangled webs over the south east of England.

Here is our selection of the best places to visit to get a glimpse into the inner workings of woolf and this infamous, and influential, group., monk’s house , rodmell, east sussex.

Virginia Woolf’s bedroom at Monk’s House, Rodmell. © Kate McNab

A must-see property for any Woolf or Bloomsbury fan, it was at Monk’s House, in a small studio set in the garden’s beautiful orchard, that Woolf wrote many of her celebrated novels. Set in an idyllic cottage garden full to the brim with flowers, bushes and trees the 17th Century cottage appears just as it did when the Woolfs inhabited it. The house boasts painted interiors by Virginia’s sister Vanesa Bell, and friend Duncan Grant, and heaps of books – including a set of Shakespeare bound by Virginia herself.

The Woolfs bought the house, in the quiet village of Rodmell, in 1919 as a holiday home, admiring its wild and fertile garden. It became a popular meeting place for the Bloomsbury Group and their friends, who would gather in the garden to relax or play bowls. The pair moved permanently to the property in 1940 after their London home suffered damage during the war, and both stayed here for the rest of their lives.

Virginia Woolf lived here until her suicide in 1941 in the nearby River Ouse. Her cremated remains, and those of Leonard when he passed in 1969, were scattered underneath a couple of elm trees nicknamed ‘Leonard and Virginia’ by the pair. Today, busts of the couple sit atop a wall where the elms once stood.

Bloomsbury, London

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A blue plaque in Gordon Square. Several members of the Bloomsbury Group lived here in the first half of the 20th century. ‘Blue Plaque, Gordon Square, London WC1’ © Christine Matthews CC BY-SA 2.0

Where it all began. The Bloomsbury area of London is where the eponymous group first formed around the start of the 20th century. Many central male members of the Bloomsbury Group were students together in Cambridge, and congregated in London at the home of Thoby Stephen – Virginia Woolf’s brother. It was here that the likes of Lytton Strachey, Clive Bell, Roger Fry, John Maynard Keyes and Leonard Woolf grew to know Virginia and Vanessa.

Gordon Square and Fitzroy Square are particular hotspots, having played home to many of the Bloomsbury Group, as well as the Omega Workshop – a Roger Fry, Duncan Grant and Vanessa Bell’s Omega Workshop, which sought to blur the line between fine and decorative arts and give the artists of the Bloomsbury Group the platform to sell their work, and produced luxury homewares and clothing for the elite.

As well as plaque-spotting the Bloomsbury are has so much to offer for any history, heritage or art fan – a plethora of amazing museums and galleries, historical churches and beautiful architecture.

Dimbola Lodge , Freshwater Bay, Isle of Wight

photograph of the exerior of Dimbola Logde - a large white house with grey slate roof

Dimbola Lodge © Dimbola Museum and Galleries

Dimbola Lodge, in Freshwater Bay is the former home of Woolf’s Great Aunt; the pioneering Victorian photographer Julia Margaret Cameron, whose striking Pre-Raphaelite style portraits quite often featured Woolf’s mother Julia Prinsep Duckworth, a prominent Pre-Raphaelite model.

Much like her great-niece, Cameron was at the heart of a community of artists, writers and thinkers, dubbed ‘The Freshwater Circle’ and included the likes of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Lewis Carol and G.F Watts. It was at Dimbola Lodge that Julia Duckworth met Woolf’s father – the English writer, historian and mountaineer Leslie Stephen.

The former residence is now a historic house museum, celebrating the life and work of Julia Margaret Cameron, and is a must-see location for any early photography, or Pre-Raphaelite fan.

Charleston Farmhouse , Firle, East Sussex

Duncan Grant’s studio at Charleston © The Charleston Trust

The home of Bloomsbury artists Duncan Grant and Woolf’s sister Vanessa Bell, as well as Clive Bell and John Maynard Keynes, Charleston Farmhouse sits just a stone’s throw away from Monk’s House, in the small Sussex village of Firle.

Purchased by the pair in 1916, the farmhouse was not just their home, but their canvas too – the surfaces, furniture and homewares covered in Bell and Grant’s distinctive designs.

Once a hive of activity where Bloomsbury artists and writers would come together to work, play and socialise, the house remains busy as thousands of visitors visit yearly to take in the brightly painted interiors and amble around the vivid walled garden planted by the duo, full of their favourite flowers and Quentin Bell’s sculptures.

The Church of St Michael and All Angels, Berwick, East Sussex

The interior of St Michael’s and All Angels, Berwick. © Kate McNab

Not far from Charleston sits this truly hidden gem. The Church of St Michael and All Angels in Berwick features a stunning interior, full of murals painted by Duncan Grant and Vanessa Bell, and Vanessa’s children Quentin and Angelica.

During the war, many of the church’s decorative stained glass windows were damaged and, rather than replacing the fragile glass, the Bishop of Chichester commissioned the pair to cover the walls with pastoral scenes. The windows were replaced with clear glass to illuminate the murals within, and offer splendid views over the church yard and South Downs.

The murals remain today and can be visited by anyone when the church is not running a service.

Sissinghurst Castle Garden , near Cranbrook, Kent

Statue of Dionysus in the Nuttery in spring at Sissinghurst Castle Garden, near Cranbrook, Kent. © National Trust Images/Jonathan Buckley

Home to Woolf’s friend, lover and muse Vita Sackville-West, Sissinghurst Castle stands in the grounds of one of the finest gardens in England. Inspiration for Woolf’s revolutionary ‘Orlando’, described by Vita’s son Nigel Nicholson as ‘the longest and most charming love letter in literature’, Vita became infatuated with Virginia after meeting her at a party in 1922. This initial infatuation slowly grew into a decade-long love affair between the two authors.

Vita, who was a garden writer for the Observer, and her husband, the author and politician Harold Nicholson, created the perfectly-manicured garden in the 1930s and it became unintentionally famous through Vita’s writing. The garden was innovative for its time, flowing like a set of interconnected rooms with different themes, and wonderfully showcases Vita’s gardening talents.

Today the Grade I listed garden, as well as its farm and buildings, are owned by the National Trust and thousands of visitors flock here yearly to explore the glorious garden ‘rooms’ and impeccable planting.

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Yes, all amazing places! I wouldn’t call Sissinghurst ‘perfectly manicured’ though – that conjures up something perhaps almost suburban and sterile – there is wildness and great beauty at Sissinghurst – at it’s height, the garden spills outs its cornucopia of flowers and trees with a Bacchanalian disregard for order, which I love. Other areas in the garden, are, admittedly, created with greater regard for form and Apollonian effect.

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Literary London: Virginia Woolf’s Bloomsbury

Gordon Square, London

by Lynn Smith

For those people who have a passion for literature, history and London, a London guided walking tour will combine all these interests. There are several such tours available, led by knowledgeable guides, most of whom have been trained by the London Tourist Board. The tours are also reasonably priced.

Virginia Woolf

I met the tour guide outside Russell Square Underground and we began the two hour walk from there. It was a beautiful summer’s day which allowed us to see the green and pleasant squares at their best.

Bloomsbury is in the Borough of Camden and is bounded on the north by Euston Rd, Gray’s Inn Rd on the east, Tottenham Court Rd on the west and High Holborn on the south side.

The area has a fascinating history. The name Bloomsbury is a corruption of “Blemonde” which was the name of Baron Blemonde, William the Conqueror’s vassal who received the land from William in the 11th century.

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In the 19th century, Bloomsbury lost some of its glamour – trade and industry moved in and the area was no longer considered to be fashionable. The British Museum was erected on its present site in 1823 and London University began in 1827.

The arrival of the Bloomsbury Group in the early 20th century gave the area its reputation as an intellectual, artistic and somewhat Bohemian area – a reputation which is still considered relevant today.

Virginia Woolf (born Stephen, 1882 – 1941) was the third child of Sir Leslie Stephen and his wife Julia. Virginia’s siblings were Vanessa, Thoby and Adrian. The family lived at 22 Hyde Park Gate, a large house always filled with children, friends and family.

The Stephen children grew up in a literary household – Sir Leslie was a journalist and had a well-stocked library, to which Virginia had unrestricted access.

When she was thirteen, Virginia’s beloved mother died and this traumatic event caused her first mental breakdown; this was followed by another breakdown when her father died in 1904. After Sir Leslie’s death the Stephen children decided to leave Hyde Park Gate (with its unhappy memories) and move to Gordon Square, in the heart of Bloomsbury, just north of the University of London.

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Gordon Square soon became a meeting place for Thoby Stephen’s Cambridge friends. Other visitors were Lytton Strachey, Clive Bell, Duncan Grant and later, Leonard Woolf. Virginia and Vanessa both took part in the lively discussions at these meetings, which could be described as the beginnings of the Bloomsbury Group.

After Thoby’s death from typhoid in 1906 and Vanessa’s marriage to Clive Bell shortly after, Virginia and Adrian left Gordon Square and rented a house at 29 Fitzroy Square.

Fitzroy Square

Although still in the Borough of Camden, Fitzroy Square is not strictly Bloomsbury but Fitzrovia, just further south of Tottenham Court Rd. The area was originally developed to provide houses for the aristocracy and many elegant mansions were erected, designed by Robert Adam. Building began in 1792 and was eventually finished in 1835.

In 1907, when the Stephens moved into 29 Fitzroy Square, the area consisted mainly of offices, workshops and lodging-houses. These unpretentious surroundings suited the brother and sister; they carried on with the Gordon Square intellectual get-togethers and the circle soon grew. An important addition to their gatherings was Lady Ottoline Morrell (1873-1938) – that eccentric and Bohemian patron of the arts, who lived in nearby Bedford Square.

The years at Fitzroy Square were eventful ones for Virginia – her two nephews (Vanessa’s sons) were born in 1908 and 1910 and in 1909 she accepted Lytton Strachey’s proposal of marriage but, by mutual consent, the engagement was cancelled almost immediately.

When the lease of 29 Fitzroy Square came to an end in 1911, Virginia and Adrian leased a four-storey house, No 38 Brunswick Square, which they shared with Maynard Keynes and Duncan Grant. While living in Brunswick Square, Virginia became engaged to Leonard Woolf and they were married on 10 Aug. 1912. The Woolfs went to live in Sussex where Virginia had taken a five-year lease on Asheham House. It was to be another twelve years before Virginia moved back to Bloomsbury.

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The intervening years 1912 -1924

During the years that Virginia was living elsewhere, she published four books and had, unfortunately, another serious mental breakdown from which she was slow to recover. The Woolfs moved to Hogarth House in Richmond and in 1917 they bought a hand-press – and so began Hogarth Press; soon they were printing pamphlets, books and slim volumes of poetry, mainly the works of the Bloomsbury Group.

Tavistock Square

The years spent at Tavistock Square were Virginia’s most productive and she became much sought after as a guest speaker at various prestigious universities.

Today, Tavistock Square is surrounded by a number of famous buildings, all of which are worth investigating. The Square was also the scene of the suicide bombings in 2005, in which 13 people were killed.

Mecklenburgh Square was Virginia Woolf’s final Bloomsbury residence. Like Brunswick Square, Mecklenburgh Square was part of the grounds of the Foundling Hospital and was named after King George III’s wife, Queen Charlotte of Mecklenburg.

The 2 acres of gardens are beautifully laid out, with lawns, trees and pathways. The gardens are only open to the public on two days a year. The rest of the year, the gardens are only open to resident key-holders.

No. 37 which the Woolfs leased, was once again, a large terrace house facing the square. They operated the Hogarth Press from No 37. The house was badly damaged during the bombing of London in 1940.

In 1941, Virginia, fearing another onslaught of her mental condition, committed suicide by drowning herself in the River Ouse.

A walk through Bloomsbury is certainly an experience not to be forgotten. There is so much of interest – graceful, elegant architecture, quiet, peaceful gardens and the all-pervading atmosphere of intelligentsia.

It is no wonder that the Bloomsbury Group put down roots here and kept returning to the area throughout their lives.

After my walking tour was over, I certainly felt that I’d come to know Virginia Woolf and her group on a much more personal level.

References: 1975. Lehmann, John. Virginia Woolf and her World. London: Thames and Hudson.

♦ Contact www.walklondon-uk.com or www.walks.com for information about the tours, what is on offer, where to meet, etc. ♦ Wear comfortable shoes, take an umbrella and something to drink if it is hot. ♦ Don’t forget your camera and be prepared to walk for a good couple of hours, although the pace is not fast. ♦ The guides are knowledgeable and enjoy answering questions. Now is your opportunity to get answers to those questions you’ve always wanted to ask. ♦ Make the most of the tour and enjoy it.

Photo credits: Gordon Square, London by Paul the Archivist / CC BY-SA Virginia Woolf by George Charles Beresford / Public domain Bloomsbury group blue plaque by Edwardx / CC BY-SA Gordon Square park by Stephen McKay /  Gordon Square, Bloomsbury Tavistock Square by Ewan Munro from London, UK / CC BY-SA

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About the author: Lynn is a retired librarian who lives in Durban, South Africa. She lived in London for some time many years ago and has returned to visit several times in the past few years. Her last visits overseas were to Eastern Europe where she fell in love with Prague and Budapest. When not travelling, Lynn enjoys writing articles for the internet and does freelance editing and proof-reading. She is a keen gardener and shares her home with her six beloved cats.

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A Pilgrimage to Monk’s House, Home of Virginia Woolf

Here’s a little known secret: one of the best literary travel destinations is just a 1-hour train ride from London! I’m referring, of course, to Monk’s House, Virginia and Leonard Woolf’s country home and where Virginia wrote nearly all of her most famous books and essays. 

I am a literary travel writer, meaning I dedicate my time to finding and exploring the best literary destinations, unique indie bookshops, and other best-kept secrets for traveling bookworms. England has no shortage of bucket list destinations for bibliophiles, but Monk’s House is one of my absolute favorites.  

Visiting Virginia Woolf’s Sussex home where she lived, wrote, and died, has been on my bucket list for nearly two decades, and I finally had the opportunity to visit recently. It was just as stunning, inspiring, and meaningful as I ever could’ve hoped. 

In this post, I’m going to tell you all about Monk’s House, what you can expect from a visit there, and my tips for visiting, including the easiest way to get there from London. It makes a perfect day trip from London by train when you pair it with my other suggestions to check out in the cute town of Lewes.

So if you’re a Virginia Woolf fan, read on to get all the details. And don’t forget to pin this post so you can reference it when planning your trip. 

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A Quick History of Monk’s House

The structure of Monk’s House long predates the Woolfs’ residence in the 20th century. The original building was built in the 1600s, though various owners made plenty of modifications and additions since then, including the Woolfs. 

entrance to monks house virginia woolf's sussex home

Leonard and Virginia bought Monk’s House at auction in 1919 for £700. They had been looking for a new country house in Lewes, and just a month prior had already purchased one — Round House. But once they saw the expansive grounds at Monk’s House, they sold Round House and shifted focus to making Monk’s House their country home. 

That will be our address for ever and ever; indeed, I’ve already marked out our graves in the yard which joins our meadow.’ – Virginia Woolf to Katherine Arnold Forster

To say the house was a fixer upper would be to put it mildly. When they purchased it, Monk’s House had no electricity, no running water, and no gas. It was a drafty, damp old house, but Leonard and Virginia had the vision and the determination to make it their dream country home. 

Over the years, they added electricity, water, a modern bathroom, and a telephone. They expanded the kitchen and built an addition for Virginia’s bedroom overlooking the garden. Leonard tended to the neglected land with a passion, transforming it into a garden oasis. Near the orchard, they also built an A-Frame shed that would serve as Virginia’s writing hut. 

photograph of virginia woof, with hair pulled back, fur collar, hand on her face

Virginia and Leonard Woolf kept Monk’s House for their entire lives, living in it when they weren’t in London. While here, they hosted innumerable prominent writers and artists. Lewes even got the nickname of “Bloomsbury-on-Sea” because of how frequently the members of the famous Bloomsbury Group were in Lewes at either Monk’s House or Charleston House nearby. 

Virginia wrote the vast majority of her books and essays while at Monk’s House. Leonard wrote that she would venture out to her writing shed with the “regularity of a stockbroker,” and the result was a remarkably prolific writing career, even in spite of serious mental health episodes she famously suffered.

It was while at Monk’s House in 1941 that Virginia succumbed to one of these episodes. Leaving behind a heartbreaking letter for her husband, Virginia walked to the nearby Ouse River and drowned herself. 

Leonard continued to live at Monk’s House until his death in 1969. Not too long after, Monk’s House was sold to the National Trust and preserved as a national literary monument. 

Related : Traveling from London? Don’t miss out on the Sherlock Holmes Museum or the Charles Dickens House while you’re there!

Visiting Monk’s House

Visiting Monk’s House has long been a dream of mine, so when I finally found the opportunity, you’d better believe I took my time and thoroughly enjoyed every minute. If you’re thinking about visiting the country residence of Virginia Woolf, here’s what you can expect. 

ts eliot and virginia woolf photograph seated inside monks house

Let’s start by saying that Monk’s House is one of the best preserved writers’-houses-turned-museums that I’ve ever visited. Because Leonard kept the house until 1969 and the National Trust took it over shortly thereafter, the house is preserved almost exactly as it was when the couple inhabited it.

That means the furniture, rugs, artwork, knick knacks, essentially everything you see is original and pretty exactly how it was during their lifetimes. That’s pretty amazing, really. So many writers’ houses have to fill in the rooms with furniture that might have been similar to what was there; at Monk’s House, it’s all been preserved (with the exception of Virginia’s book collection, which was sold to an American collector). 

green painted sitting room at monk house sussex

Visiting Monk’s House is a truly intimate experience for a reader because of this. It feels as though Virginia herself just stepped outside and could be back any minute. Looking at the rocking chairs, you know that Virginia sat there for countless hours (indeed, when I looked closely at the chair in her bedroom, I could see the darkened spot on the back from where her head rested on countless days). 

Walking through Monk’s House one can’t help feeling a palpable connection to Virginia, not just to the writer but to the living, breathing human being she was. Here is where Virginia entertained, here is where Virginia wrote her letters, here is where Virginia slept, here is where Virginia came to rest when experiencing particularly difficult mental health episodes. 

chair dresser and bookshelf inside virginia woolf's bedroom at monk house sussex

The House Walk Through

At Monk’s House, you’ll first need to present your ticket for entry in the garage. Then, you’ll enter through the garden gate and then through the attached greenhouse and into the Woolfs’ green-painted sitting room (apparently, this green color was Virginia’s favorite. You’ll see it used throughout the house). 

Note : The entrance in the garage is also home to a small secondhand bookshop. Astoundingly, they don’t have any of Virginia Woolf’s books for sale here, and from chatting with the desk worker, it sounds as if there’s no plans to change that. I was disappointed, as collecting books from the houses in which they were wrote is one of my favorite literary travel traditions. I hope that’s something they change in the future!

As you progress through the rooms on the first floor of the house (the upper floor is not open to visitors), volunteer guides await in each room to tell you about it and answer any questions you might have.

virginia woolfs bedroom at monk house

I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with each of guides and learning more about the Woolfs’ lives in each room. I also picked their brains about the artwork hanging on the walls (like those painted by Virginia’s sister, Vanessa Bell), and specific pieces of furniture in each room. 

After the sitting room, you’ll walk through the dining room, kitchen, and then Virginia’s garden-view bedroom, which they added to the original house. Then, you are free to roam the expansive property and gardens of Monk’s House at your leisure. 

entrance to virginia's bedroom at monk house sussex

The Monk’s House Garden & Writer’s Shed

While you won’t have museum guides informing your way in the garden of Monk’s House, you should take your time and thoroughly explore. After all, as Virginia herself said:

“The point of Monks House is the garden. I shan’t tell you, for you must come and sit there on the lawn with me, or stroll in the apple orchard, or pick—there are cherries, plums, pears, figs, together with all the vegetables. This is going to be the pride of our hearts I warn you.” virginia woolf

Leonard took a neglected space and created a beautiful English garden, including an Italian garden, an orchard, and a vegetable garden. You can see the landscaping and flowers so lovingly developed and tended, including many small ponds with water lilies.

pond and final resting place of leonard and virginia woolf

In the garden, you can also find the final resting place of both Virginia and Leonard. The couple were each cremated after death, and their ashes buried with a pair of intertwined elm trees in the garden. Sadly, both of the original trees are gone now due to storms and Dutch elm disease. But, two lime trees still mark the spot, as do busts of each. 

Also in the garden, take time to look inside the shed, or Virginia’s writing hut. It is an A-frame structure the couple added to the property in 1934. Virginia would walk out here each day to write, inspired by its setting in the garden and its view over the South Downs. 

virginia woolf's writers hut

Inside the writer’s hut, you can read some informative plaques and see pictures of the Woolfs and their many famous visitors at Monk’s House. The room in which Virginia wrote is not open to walk into, but you can gaze in on it through the windows. 

How to Visit Virginia Woolf’s House in Sussex

Monk’s House is only open seasonally (which is why despite my numerous trips to the UK I hadn’t been able to visit until now). It’s typically open from April through October, and only on Thursdays through Saturdays.

Advanced booking is required , to prevent overcrowding of the small house. Tickets are released on Thursdays for the following two weeks, and you can get your ticket up until 8 am on the day of your arrival (if it has not been sold out). 

inside virginia's writers hut

Entry in 2024 costs £9.50 for adults and £4.75 for kids, with discounts for families. National Trust members get free entry. 

Tickets are for a timed entry, though you can take as much time in the house and gardens as you like. I’d recommend allowing for a minimum of an hour here and up to two hours for avid fans or people who want to spend time relaxing in the garden. 

How to get there

Getting to Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s House is pretty straightforward using either car or public transportation. 

From London, you can take a 1-hour train from Victoria Station to Lewes. (I recommend giving yourself some time to explore Lewes as well, because there’s lots for book lovers to do in downtown Lewe s, including some great Lewes bookstores ). 

To get to Monk’s House, you’ll then need to catch a bus to Rodmell Mill Lane (the bus runs about once an hour most days), and then walk another 5-10 minutes to get to Monk’s House. 

angelica garnett, vanessa bell, clive bell, virginia woolf, john maynard keynes, and lydia lopokova sitting outside virginia's writing hut at monk house

Alternatively, you can take the train to Southease Station and walk the pleasant 1.5 miles along the River Ouse to Monk’s House. 

I recommend checking the train schedules on Omio, which I find to be a really thorough and reliable way to find train timetables while traveling in Europe. 

If you’re arriving by car, expect a 1.5 hour drive from London. There is a small car park available about 100 meters past the Monk’s House entrance, where you should be able to find a spot. 

Address : Rodmell, Lewes, East Sussex, BN7 3HF

Make a Day of It

A visit to Monk’s House is not likely to fill an entire day for most visitors, but there’s plenty more you can do in the area to make a full day trip out of your time here. 

I recommend spending some time in Lewes. It’s a great place to shop for books, antiques, and clothes, and find some great food choices. Plus, you can see the home that Leonard and Virginia purchased before finding Monk’s House as well as the former home of Thomas Paine. 

You can check out my complete guide for how to spend a day in Lewes to help plan your time. 

river ouse running through middle of photo with blue sky, rocks and grass aligning river, where virginia woolf walked and drowned herself

For Virginia Woolf fans, I also recommend allowing yourself some time to walk along the River Ouse. Woolf was a huge walker — she thought through her books while walking and then would return and write down what she’d begun in her head on her walk. 

One of her favorite walking places was along the River Ouse, so she could look out on the South Downs. On a sadder note, this is also the river in which she drowned herself in 1941. 

During my visit, I used this map to chart a walk along the River down to Southese before circling back around. I found it to be both inspiring and somber to walk in her steps along the river, imagining her both in happy times of inspiration and productivity and in sad times in the final hours of her life. 

trail through overgrown greens

Altogether, I think this is an oft missed opportunity to pay tribute to an incredible writer. 

Tip : The path is often overgrown and muddy, so if you plan to complete this walk, I’d wear appropriate footwear, head covering from sun, and long pants or just be ready to get your legs a bit scratched up and perhaps itchy from some stinging nettle. 

You can also check out the extensive research this blogger has done about Virginia Woolf’s walking routes in Lewes and the surrounding area.

Travel Resources At-A-Glance

All of the following are links to sites and services I actually use to book and plan my travel or to purchase books or travel gear.

For flights : Skyscanner is my number one go-to resource for booking flights. I love using the “explore” function to find the cheapest places I can fly during a given time or using the fare calendar to identify the cheapest days to fly.

For hotels and lodgings : For hotels, hotels.com , and for vacation rentals, VRBO.com . I’ve had much better experiences with private rentals through this website than through other popular private vacation rental websites.

For car rentals : Kayak allows comparisons across a wide range of booking agencies and lists reviews of companies as well. I’ve found this to be the most user-friendly and efficient way to compare car rental prices.

For tours & excursions : Viator and Get Your Guide are my top choices for booking excursions and tour experiences in a new destination.

For travel gear : Amazon.com and REI for more outdoorsy items. Check out my travel gear recs here.

For booking trains & buses : I find the Omio app and website to be the most easily navigable for comparing options for public transportation, especially in Europe,

Best travel credit card : My favorite travel rewards credit card for European travel has been the Chase Sapphire Rewards card . Visa is accepted just about everywhere in Europe, and there are no foreign transaction fees on the card. Some of the travel benefits I love on the Chase Sapphire include free TSA pre-check or Global Entry (worth it every time), an annual $200 travel credit, an annual $200 hotel benefit, built-in rental car, and trip insurance, and points are worth 50% more when used to book travel. I travel around Europe a LOT, and I end up with many free flights and hotel stays from using my points on my Chase Sapphire.

For books : Bookshop.org often has prices as good as Amazon or sometimes better, but profits go to indie bookstores all over the country. Whenever possible, consider buying your books from this online indie bookshop resource.

Hopefully this has equipped you with everything you need to know to plan a day trip to Monk’s House from London and pay tribute to Virginia Woolf, one of Britain’s best writers.

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I'm Constance, an avid reader and traveler. I love tracking down the best literary sights everywhere I go, from the best indie bookstores to author's homes and fictional locations you can visit in real life. I'm also passionate about all things tea and chocolate. I have a BA in English literature and an MS in Nutrition Science.

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“If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you cannot tell it about other people.” – Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf Basics

Virginia Woolf was undoubtedly one of the most important English writers of the 20 th Century. In a BBC poll of 82 non-British critics, two of Woolf’s novels – Mrs Dalloway (1925) and To the Lighthouse (1927) – were ranked in the top three English novels of all time. (The third was George Eliot’s Middlemarch (1871-72).) Other popular novels by Virginia Woolf include Orlando (1928) – inspired by her relationship with Vita Sackville-West – and The Waves (1931).

Together with her husband Leonard Woolf (they married in 1917) and her artist sister Vanessa Bell , Virginia was a founder member of the Bloomsbury Group of intellectuals, writers and artists, which included EM Forster and John Maynard Keynes. Although she was born in South Kensington in 1882, the family moved to a house in Bloomsbury (46 Gordon Square) in 1904 and Virginia lived there until 1907. She continued to live in and around Bloomsbury until 1914.

After being home-schooled as a child, Virginia went to King’s College, London (a short distance from her future Bloomsbury home) where she studied classics and history. She began writing professionally when she was only 18 years old and she soon developed her trademark “stream of consciousness” style. It’s probable that her many mental breakdowns – she made multiple suicide attempts and was institutionalized several times – had an effect on her work.

Exploring Bloomsbury

Virginia and Leonard moved back to Bloomsbury in 1924, renting a house at 52 Tavistock Square until 1939. They had earlier founded the Hogarth Press and now ran it from the basement, publishing much of Virginia’s output and works by other writers, including TS Eliot’s The Waste Land (1924). There’s a commemorative bust of Virginia in the gardens of Tavistock Square (and at the center of the square is an impressive statue of Mahatma Gandhi).

So Judy and I decided to begin our tour in Bloomsbury. This elegant area of west London is distinguished by the presence of the British Museum and University College, London. We were taken with its cosmopolitan nature, with its bustle of students and tourists. As we strolled along Lambs Conduit Street, passing (and frequently entering) its bookshops and cafes, we easily picked up the area’s distinctly literary feel.

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Monk’s House

From London, Judy and I made the 70-mile drive south through lovely countryside and over the South Downs to the village of Rodmell near Lewes in Sussex. It was here that we found Monk’s House (below left), which was purchased by the Woolfs in 1919 and became their permanent home from 1940, when they chose to leave London at the height of the German Blitz.

The house – actually a cottage dating from the 15 th or 16 th Century – is now owned and managed by the National Trust, who have maintained it just as it was when the Woolfs lived there. It was a quite moving experience to wander through the oak-beamed rooms filled with some of their favorite things. We also enjoyed the large garden, much loved by the Woolfs. It was not far away that, in March 1941, Virginia committed suicide by drowning herself in the River Ouse. Leonard continued to live at Monk’s House until his death in 1969.

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A short but circuitous drive from Rodmell brought us to the village of Firle and Charleston (above right) – the country home of Virginia’s sister, Vanessa Bell, and her husband, Duncan Grant – which served as a popular meeting place for members of the Bloomsbury Group. It was fascinating to tour the house, which is filled with examples of their decorative style and reflects the couple’s more than sixty years of artistic creativity.

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From Firle we drove one hour north to Knole (above left, near Sevenoaks in Kent). This was the birthplace and early childhood home of the poet and novelist Vita Sackville-West (above right), with whom Virginia enjoyed a close friendship from 1922 until her death. Now owned by the National Trust, Knole is a massive country house, four acres in size, that dates back to the mid-15 th Century (with additions in the 16 th Century and 17 th Century). The surrounding 1,000-acre deer park dates from around 1600. There was so much to marvel at: grand courtyards, great art, fine furniture, and panoramic views from the Gatehouse Tower!

Postscript: Woolf on Screen

Virginia Woolf’s books are notoriously difficult to adapt for the screen. The best might be Mrs Dalloway (1997), starring Vanessa Redgrave, and Orlando (1992), with Tilda Swinton in the title role. Definitely worth viewing is The Hours (2002), starring Nicole Kidman as Viriginia Woolf, which tells how Mrs Dalloway impacts three generations of women. Not so well received was Vita & Virginia (2018) which focused on Virginia’s love affair with Vita Sackville-West.

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If you’re thinking of visiting Virginia Woolf’s Sussex, allow a full day to explore Monk’s House and Charleston. Be sure to outfit yourself with comfortable shoes, a light jacket and a feeling for the exotic. Looking for more to do in the area? Consider Arundel Castle – a spectacular and well-preserved 11th Century fortress – and Battle Abbey and Battlefield – site of the 1066 Battle of Hastings, which brought the Norman duke William the Conqueror to the English throne. To visit all of these and other fascinating literary and non-literary sites associated with your favorite writers, plan your itinerary  here.

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A Guide to Virginia Woolf in Kent and Sussex

Channel your inner Mrs Dalloway and trace the feminist-icons footsteps across the countryside

By Emma Bouloudis | Updated Mar 1 2022

A red and white striped lighthouse stands in the sea near rugged cliffs at sunset. The waves crash against the base of the lighthouse, and the warm golden light of the setting sun reflects off the water and rocks, creating a serene and dramatic coastal scene.

Modernist maven and writer of some of the most sumptuously rich love letters in the English language, Virginia Woolf is an icon of literary proportions. So take a page out of her book and swap the cacophonous rush of city life for the green pastures of the countryside whilst dutifully brandishing a copy of Mrs Dalloway in hand.

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Charleston Farmhouse and Garden

A favourited countryside retreat of the outlandishly bohemian Bloomsbury Group, this pastoral little farmhouse is an essential pilgrimage for dedicated poetry-buffs and art-fans alike. As the home of Virginia’s sister, Vanessa Bell, it soon become clear as you enter that almost every surface in this fantastical cottage has been adorned with fierce brushstrokes, expressive sculptures, and lacquered in vibrant pinks and blues.

You can even lock eyes with the feminist icon herself, there’s a hand-sculpted bust of Virginia created by Stephen Tomlin in the art studio at the rear of the house.

The house and garden are open to visit Wednesday to Sunday and adult admission starts at £11

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Monks House

Visit Virginia’s very own ‘room of one’s own’ and head to her weathered writing shed crouched in the gardens of Monk’s House, the 16th century cottage she bought with her husband, Leonard. With the garden erupting in spatterings of multicoloured blossom and rosy apple trees, it’s easy to imagine Woolf frantically jotting down inspiration come rain or shine, you can almost smell the typewriter ink and cigarette smoke.

Make sure to ferret out the tiled fireplace in her bedroom where you’ll find a hand-painted panel of a lighthouse guiding a wave-beaten sailing ship, emulating the scene from one of the author’s most celebrated novels ‘To the Lighthouse’.

Monk’s House is a National Trust property, adult admission is priced at £6.60 and available to buy at the entrance

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Explore the village of Firle

After a day of hiking the blustery seascape of the Sussex Downs, Virginia preferred nothing more than to retire to Little Talland House, her marital home in the picturesque village of Firle. Although you unfortunately can’t visit Talland yourself, Firle is charming to explore in its own right and perched on the undulating vistas of the South Downs there’s no better place for a dramatic afternoon wander along the salty stretches between Birling Gap and Cuckmere Haven.

Post-ramble drop into the Ram Inn, a well-loved haunt of the Bloomsbury pack, we suggest opting for a golden pint of ‘Sussex Best’ courtesy of local institution Harveys.

Walking trails and digital route guides around Firle and the rest of the South Downs National Park are available to download from their website here

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Sissinghurst Castle Garden

Sissinghurst is totally stunning to behold, ubiquitous for its acres of manicured lawns it’s nothing short of world-famous for its prim and paridisal 20th century gardens. However, lesser known is that its former bluestocking custodian Vita Sackville-West, was a lover and friend of Virginia’s and inspired her gender switching protagonist in the author’s feminist-fuelled masterpiece Orlando .

Peppered throughout the castle, eagle-eyed guests will find a wooden-framed photograph of Virginia perched on the desk on the desk of Vita’s writing room as well as a ‘Hogarth Press’ gifted to Vita and her husband by Virginia and Leonard.

Sissinghurst is open all year round with adult admission starting at £10.40

Pay a visit to Virginia Woolf’s Monk’s House

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Travel back in time to see how the poets, artists, intellectuals and philosophers of the Bloomsbury Group lived.

The rooms of Monk’s House have been preserved with such care, they look as if Virginia Woolf and her husband Leonard might return from a countryside stroll at any moment.

See Woolf’s personal collection of Shakespeare’s plays that she handbound, which remain on a bookshelf in her bedroom. Explore the garden, tamed and shaped by her husband, the famous political theorist, editor and writer, Leonard Woolf.

Step back nearly a century and step into Virginia’s famous writing lodge. Take in the views of the orchard that inspired Woolf’s short story and, beyond, of Mount Caburn and the South Downs.

To fully immerse yourself in the atmosphere of early 20th century intellectualism, stay in the studio cottage in Monk’s House garden. 

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A Virginia Woolf–Inspired Tour of England

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Earlier this month, the Metropolitan Museum of Art announced the theme of its 2020 Met Gala and corresponding exhibition: “About Time: Fashion and Duration.” Virginia Woolf will be the “ghost narrator” of the exhibit, which will include quotes from three of her novels, Orlando: A Biography, Mrs. Dalloway, and To the Lighthouse, all of which relate to time. (The 1992 film adaptation of Orlando, which stars Tilda Swinton as the title character, also serves as inspiration.)

Fashion enthusiasts must wait until the first Monday in May to see how celebrities interpret the theme on the Met Gala red carpet, and until May 7 to see the full scope of the exhibit on display at the museum. But for now, there are quite a few properties in Woolf's native England that have a deep connection to the legendary writer, and are worth adding to your U.K. travel itinerary if you are a fan of her work. Her childhood home (located around the corner from Royal Albert Hall); the Georgian-style residence where she and her husband, Leonard Woolf, founded their publishing company, Hogarth Press; and the Fitzroy Square dwelling where she briefly lived with her brother Adrian Stephen are all still private residences today, each marked with one of London's signature blue plaques signifying the connection to Woolf. Other places where she spent time, however, do open their doors to tourists. Read on for Architectural Digest 's list of four.

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The writing of Virginia Woolf (1882–1941) is part of the inspiration for the 2020 Met Gala theme.

Sissinghurst Castle Garden

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The Elizabethan tower at Sissinghurst Castle Garden in Kent, England.

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The formal gardens at Sissinghurst.

This was the home of Woolf's friend and lover, Vita Sackville-West, who inspired the main character in Orlando: A Biography and was a writer and poet herself. Sackville-West and her husband, Harold Nicolson, purchased the property in 1930 and designed its elaborate gardens. Sissinghurst features multiple Tudor-style brick structures—known as West Range, the Tower, Priest's House, and South Cottage. Today, it belongs to the National Trust and welcomes around 200,000 visitors per year.

Monk's House

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The interior of Monk's House, which is located in Rodmell, East Sussex, England.

One former home of Woolf and her husband, called Monk’s House, is now a house museum. The Woolfs purchased the 16th-century clapboard cottage in 1919, and entertained guests, including T.S. Eliot, there. The property also includes a garden, a greenhouse, and a writing lodge, where Woolf penned novels, letters, articles, and diary entries. In the more than 20 years that she lived at Monk’s House, Woolf made improvements throughout the home, such as implementing hot water and a toilet, adding two more stories, and purchasing the adjacent field, which became the garden. Inside, there are walls painted by Woolf and hand-initialed tiles surrounding her bedroom fireplace, inscribed with her and her sister’s initials, VW and VB.

Charleston Farmhouse

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The exterior of Charleston Farmhouse, which is located in the village of Firle near Lewes, East Sussex, England.

This art gallery, house, and garden was once owned by Woolf's sister, artist Vanessa Bell , and fellow artist Duncan Grant. On the walls of the ivy-covered farmhouse is the artwork of Delacroix, Renoir, and Picasso, to name a few. In 2017, Salvador Dali's Mae West Lips Sofa was on view in the gallery. One of the gallery’s current exhibitions, Coming Home: Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell, features a portrait of Woolf by her sister, and will be on display until January 19th, 2020. The garden boasts mosaic sidewalks, a plethora of colorful flowers and lush green bushes and trees, and limestone busts and statues reminiscent of Greco-Roman art.

Dimbola Lodge

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Dimbola Lodge was restored in the 1990s.

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An intricately carved mantel at Dimbola Lodge.

Woolf’s great-aunt, photographer Julia Margaret Cameron, lived at Dimbola Lodge from 1860 until 1875. Made up of two adjacent cottages that were joined together into a Gothic style, today the property is the Dimbola Museum and Galleries. Much of Cameron’s work is on view, and there are also rotating exhibitions featuring the work of contemporary photographers. This property is located on the Isle of Wight, home to the famous annual music festival.

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Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

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Here we are on the verge of going to Cornwall. This time tomorrow we shall be stepping onto the platform at Penzance, sniffing the air, looking for our trap and then driving off across the moors to Zennor. Why am I so incredibly and incurably romantic about Cornwall? – Virginia Woolf, 22nd March 1921

Some places get under our skin. They become part of us, not just part of our history but part of our souls too. They influence and inspire us. From Virginia Woolf’s diary entry above it’s clear to see she had a long standing love affair with Cornwall. And throughout her often troubled life she was drawn back time and again to the place where she had been most happy. The place which had cast a spell over her in childhood and where she first began writing stories. The place that eventually became a refuge for her and a balm.

Where it all begins

Adeline Virginia Stephen was born in South Kensington in London in 1882. She was the seventh of eight children. Her family were highly educated, well off and spent every summer in St Ives in Cornwall. From the time Virginia was just a few months old, until her mother’s death when she was 12, the whole household would decamp, escape the constraints of London life and take the train west.

‘In retrospect nothing we had as children made as much difference, was quite so important to us, as our summer in Cornwall.’ – Woolf, A Sketch of the Past, 1940

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The family always rented Talland House in St Ives. And this spacious house still exists, though it has now become a bit crowded in by modern development and has been seperated into flats.

Talland House stands on rising ground above Albert Road, high up on the hill overlooking the famous seaside town. In those early days it was an peaceful and idyllic haven.

Virginia’s father, the renowned literary critic and historian, Sir Leslie Stephen described the house was “a pocket paradise with a sheltered cove of sand in easy reach.”

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

The children spent their days playing in the garden and running wild on the beach. They fished and searching for seashells with salt on their skin. In those days the garden of Talland house was extensive. Full of nocks and hidden corners for imaginative exploring. Terraces, divided by high hedges, led all the way down to the sea. Virginia later described that time in Cornwall as her ‘most important memory’.

‘Lying half asleep, half awake, in bed in the nursery at St Ives. It is of hearing the waves breaking, one, two, one, two . . . It is of lying and hearing this splash and seeing this light, and feeling, it is almost impossible that I should be here; of feeling the purest ecstasy I can conceive.’

Godrevy Lighthouse

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

Wherever you are in St Ives the white vertical dash of Godrevy Lighthouse is always on the horizon. This iconic lighthouse became imbedded in Virginia’s mind. An image which she recreated in her contemplative book To The Lighthouse :

“For the great plateful of water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst . . .”

Cornwall seeped in to much of her writing. In her diary in 1936, more than 40 years after those childhood summers Virginia, while pondering her passion for writing, wrote:

“I think it’s been absorbing ever since I was a little creature scribbling a story, in the manner of Hawthorne, on the green plush sofa in the drawing room at St. Ives, while the grown-ups dined.”

The End of Summer

Those hazy summers of freedom and sunshine came to an end with the death of Virginia’s mother, Julia Stephens. Julia was a beautiful and loving mother who had been a Pre-Raphaelite model before her marriage to her first husband.

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

She was just 49 years old when she died from influenza in 1895. Her death was a turning point, a tragic loss, that Virginia would struggle with for the rest of her life. It caused the first of her mental breakdowns at just 12 years old and the Stephens never returned to St Ives as a family again.

Virginia came back to Cornwall many times during her adult life, sometimes as single, independent woman and then later with her husband Leonard. Cornwall features, like a hazy shadow, in several of her books. The county drew her back time and again. An example of this pull can be seen from a letter that her sister Venessa Bell received in December 1909. Without warning or luggage Virginia had taken the 1pm train from Paddington to Cornwall and was writing from The Lelant Hotel (now the Badger Inn). Virginia explained:

“I went for a walk in Regent’s Park yesterday morning and it suddenly struck me how absurd it is was to stay in London with Cornwall going on all the time . . .”

She arrived at Lelant station late on Christmas Eve, without her glasses, chequebook or coat, and made her way up the steep hill to the nearest accomodation. The Badger Inn. But she seems just content to be there.

“I am so drugged with the fresh air that I can’t write, and now my ink fails. As for the beauty of this place, it surpasses every other season. I have the hotel to myself – and get a very nice sitting room for nothing. It is very comfortable and humble, and infinitely better than the Lizard or St Ives.”

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

The landlords at the time, Thomas and Sarah Dunstan, had no other guests and must have been surprised at their late, unannounced arrival. Lelant is a small village a few miles from St Ives. It overlooks the same sweeping bay she knew from her childhood holidays and the same endless stretch of golden sand that runs for three miles to the Godrevy Lighthouse. Virginia wrote:

“Then there is the lighthouse seen through the steamy glass, and a grey flat where the sea is. There is no moon or stars but the air is soft as down.”

Virginia seems to have spent that impromptu Christmas break in 1909 walking alone in the Cornish countryside.

“After dinner is a very pleasant time . . . as one sits by the fire thinking how one staggered up Trencrom in the mist this afternoon, and sat on a granite tomb on the top, and surveyed the land, with the rain dripping against one’s skin . . .”

Trencrom is a hill topped with an Iron Age hillfort close to Lelant with extensive views of both St Ives Bay and Mounts Bay. It is a place full of history and legend and unchanged as it is, it is easy to imagine Virginia sitting there in the rain.

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

She also wrote to her friend Violet Dickinson on the 27th December:

“I have been tramping about the country, and dabbling in the Atlantic. It is as soft as spring and at ten at night I sit with my window open. Old farmers are saying good night and calling the weather dirty beneath me. How anyone with an immortal soul can live inland I can’t imagine. Only clods and animals should be able to endure it.”

Another return visit was under less free or festive circumstances. Just a year after her spontaneous journey to Lelant Virginia was back in Cornwall. This time staying near the village of Zennor .

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She had been finishing her first novel, The Voyage Out, when she suffered a serious mental breakdown. It was so severe that she was taken to ‘Burley’, 15 Cambridge Park, Twickenham. A specialist home for women Virginia was to receive treatment here on three different occasions. In 1910, when she had recovered a little, it was decided that she should go to Cornwall, accompanied by a nurse, to recuperate. Virginia and Ms. Jean Thomas spent nearly a month at Lower Porthmeor, from 16th August until 6th Sept. They occupied their time by taking long, invigorating walks across the moors .

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Virginia later wrote of the area:

“This is the loveliest place in the world. It is so lonely.”

From then on she returned to Zennor often. In 1919 with her husband Leonard Woolf, renting the same cottage used by D H Lawrence at Tregethen. And again in 1921 and 1926, sometimes staying the writer’s haunt the Eagles Nest. They also stayed at Carbis Bay in 1914 for a while too. This time Virginia was recovering from a suicide attempt and another of her recurring bouts of depression. Cornwall it seems was always a safe and comforting haven for her.

Her last visit

In May 1936 Virginia and Leonard set out on a road trip of the south west of England. This holiday was to be Virginia’s last visit to Cornwall and the couple again stayed at the Eagles Nest near Zennor.

Virginia Woolf in Cornwall

They took a day trip to St Ives and visited Talland House one final time. Leonard poignantly wrote that “Virginia peered through the ground floor windows to see the ghosts of her childhood.”

She died in 1941.

Tracking Down Virginia

It is relatively easy to see some of the places that Virginia Woolf stayed in Cornwall. You could pop into The Badger Inn in Lelant and have something to eat in the same lounge area that Virginia used. Talland House is within walking distance of St Ives railway station.

* But it is important to remember however that the houses she stayed in are privately owned now, so not really tourist a ttractions!

Both Tregerthen and the Eagles Nest can been seen between Zennor and the Carracks on this scenic circular walk. You can also ‘visit’ Lower Porthmeor, where Virginia stayed with her nurse, on a walk from Rosemergy to Gurnards Head. This route actually passes through the cottage’s garden.

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Further Reading:

Daphne du Maurier at Menabilly

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Trencrom – a fort with a view

Sherlock Holmes in Cornwall – The Adventure of the Devil’s Foot

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I know just how she felt in Regents Park! Sometimes I also get the urge to just keep driving until I reach the sea! Really interesting read.

Me too!! And I live here 😆 And thank you!

Great post. As ever 🙂

Thank you 😊

Really enjoyed your post, great fan of To The Lighthouse and I always treasure my glimpses of Godrevy.

Thank you for this extended piece about Woolf’s connection with Cornwall. It’s funny that my knowledge of Woolf and my interest in Cornwall hadn’t really connected in my mind until I read your essay.

Like you, I am a keen follower of Cornish Bird’s wonderful blog, Elizabeth. This post was particularly timely for me, having so recently written about Flush 🙂

She is such a thoughtful and detailed writer.

Very interesting blog post, thank you.

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In Search of Virginia Woolf’s Lost Eden in Cornwall

The vast coastal county of Cornwall, England, had a profound effect on the future writing of the impressionable young girl who would become a literary star.

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  • Feb. 26, 2018

Virginia Woolf wasn’t always the radical we imagine today. Before the debates on truth and beauty with her circle of early 20th-century artists, intellectuals and writers known as the Bloomsbury Group; before the polemic feminist lectures at Cambridge; and before the ever-constant push to experiment with new forms of fiction, there was the impressionable young girl, born Adeline Virginia Stephen, who spent seaside summers in Cornwall, on England’s rugged southwestern tip.

On a gray morning last October, I found myself on the Great Western Railway, rolling along the same route that Woolf would have taken about a century before, the train hugging tight past a progression of wide swathes of golden sand and languidly sloping green cliffs, with the deep blue of St. Ives Bay and the Godrevy Lighthouse in the distance.

The rail line to the coastal town of St. Ives opened in 1877, causing a huge uptick in tourism there, and it is easy to understand how it would have lured well-to-do Britons like her family to this once hard-to-reach stretch of Cornwall, now a thriving arts haven with its own branch of the Tate museum.

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Long an admirer of this modernist literary pioneer, not only for how Woolf redefined the possibilities of the novel but, for the simple reason that no other writer has given me, sentence for sentence, such pleasure, I decided to go in search of Woolf in her early years. I headed to the vast coastal county that, by most accounts, had a profound effect on her future writing, making its way into the novels “Jacob’s Room” and “The Waves,” and forming the basis of one of her greatest works, “To the Lighthouse.”

Woolf’s summers in Cornwall were a reprieve from her upper-middle-class life in London, where, for most of the year, she spent her days in “the rich red gloom” of a tall London townhouse. A Victorian girl bound by Victorian-era trappings, she took informal school lessons in a dining room filled with carved oak and marble, ventured on monotonous twice-daily outings to nearby Kensington Gardens, and awaited a future of ballroom dances in satin dresses and pearls.

Her father, the renowned literary critic and historian, Sir Leslie Stephen , rented a house overlooking St. Ives Bay in Cornwall, which he described in an 1884 letter as “a pocket-paradise with a sheltered cove of sand in easy reach (for ‘Ginia even) just below.” That house, that bay, that lighthouse: all would be immortalized in her famous novel. While Woolf was always careful to abstract somewhat from her personal past, and set “To the Lighthouse” on the Scottish Isle of Skye, it’s steeped with almost direct imagery from her time in Cornwall.

From 1882, when she was only a few months old, to 1894, when she was 12, the year before her mother died, Woolf spent a few months each year in Talland House , situated on the outskirts of St. Ives, then a small fishing town on the Cornish coast.

It was the sheer physical freedom of Cornwall, compared to the constrictions of Woolf’s London life, suggest the scholars Marion Dell and Marion Whybrow in “ Virginia Woolf & Vanessa Bell: Remembering St. Ives ,” that helped her buck against the constructs of her day and conceive of independent achievement.

Woolf roamed free in the salty air of the sloping garden, with the expanse of the bay and its distant lighthouse before her. She swam and poked among rock pools down at the beach below, and hunted great-winged moths on rambling nighttime expeditions.

“In retrospect nothing that we had as children made as much difference, was quite so important to us, as our summer in Cornwall. The country was intensified, after the months in London,” and formed “the best beginning to life conceivable,” she wrote in 1940 at age 58, in her autobiographical essay, “A Sketch of the Past.”

Celebrating St. Ives’s outsized role in Woolf’s life, and a marker in its own right for how far the town has grown, is the recently refurbished and extended Tate St. Ives , one of only two branches of the art museum outside London, which runs “Virginia Woolf: An Exhibition Inspired by Her Writings” until April 29 in its sprawling new hall.

But while St. Ives has dramatically evolved from Woolf’s day, some parts of Cornwall, a sprawling county with a population of over half a million, seem frozen in time. Just down the coast, I found a rural, stark, ethereally beautiful landscape that remains today, despite the occasional car and hurtling tractor, close to how Woolf would have remembered it as a child.

Once a 10-hour trek from London, the train voyage to St. Ives today can be made in under six. Winding my way up from the town’s sole rail station, as Woolf and her family would have done — with cooks, servants and mounds of luggage — the mid-19th-century stone villa looms large, seemingly incongruous among the motley assortment of architecture that has sprung around it, like the glossy modern apartment complex, with glass balconies, next door.

“Her family would move their entire way of life, their whole household, for two or three months out of the year to this house with a magical garden in this very remote setting, and it would become a kind of Eden for her, the place she would idealize and always remember,” said Alexandra Harris , author of “ Virginia Woolf ” and a professorial fellow at the University of Birmingham in England.

“In ‘To the Lighthouse,’ Woolf, as a successful middle-aged writer, comes face to face with her mother in the garden which is very much the garden at Talland House,” Ms. Harris said. “The novel embodies the feeling of having left something unfinished through those childhood summers.”

“To the Lighthouse” encapsulates Woolf’s love and longing for her mother — as well as her conflicted view of her mother’s vision of Victorian womanhood. All those bottled-up feelings, seemingly suspended in time after the family gave up Talland House following Julia Stephen’s death, found their release in the novel.

Woolf herself wrote as much in “A Sketch of the Past:” “ … when it was written, I ceased to be obsessed by my mother. I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her.”

While Talland House was carved into five flats in the 1950s and isn’t open to the public, visitors can, from Talland Road above, catch a glimpse of the sloping garden, the house’s cream-colored facade and views across St. Ives Bay to the iconic Godrevy Lighthouse. Though for the best tableau, it’s best to mimic the writer and her three siblings on their first trip back to the house as adults.

“We passed through the gate, groped stealthily but with sure feet up the carriage drive, mounted the little flight of rough steps,” wrote Woolf in a 1905 diary entry, adding that they peered through a chink in the escallonia hedge and “hung there like ghosts.”

The original wooden gate no longer exists, though the “rough steps” and hedging, now about chest-height, are still there, beyond which is a full-on view of the house and its stately French windows and balconies. Visitors can also walk up the paved driveway, the former “carriage drive,” around the side of the garden, said Peter Eddy, the house’s longtime owner (with his brother, John Eddy), who met me there.

I found Mr. Eddy with a few of the house’s current residents, Woolf enthusiasts who are also deeply embedded in the town’s fabric (one is the chairman of the St. Ives Chamber of Trade and Commerce, another a volunteer at the St. Ives Archive). Ad hoc gatekeepers of the Talland House myth, they were poring over a map of the property from 1906 and historical photos, which showed a smaller and less imposing house. (Roof and side extensions were added later.)

I walked around, soaking up the spirit of the place.

The garden is more manicured now, lacking the bursts of color from fiery red-hot pokers, and various pockets of charm, which were given names like the “love corner,” “coffee garden” and “lookout place,” that had defined the original garden. Yet a few relics remain, including feathery spears of pampas grass near where Woolf would have played evening games of cricket, and mixed hedging around the garden’s bottom border that included Woolf’s beloved escallonia, “whose leaves, pressed, gave out a very sweet smell.”

Looking across St. Ives Bay from the garden, I recalled one of the best-known lines from “To the Lighthouse:” “For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst …”

Woolf fans have been concerned about the obstruction of this view ever since Cornwall Council granted planning permission in December 2015 for an apartment complex to be built below Talland House. But on my visit, it was not clear to me this would happen. I couldn’t find any signs of construction, and permission is set to expire if work doesn’t start by December 2018.

Just minutes’ walk away is Primrose Valley, an area once blanketed with apple orchards and a little dirt path that Woolf and her youthful siblings would have taken down to Porthminster Beach below. Now, sprawling houses with gray-shingled mansard roofs edge up to one another, with hedging and moss-covered stone lining a paved route. The beach, though, with its wide crescent of smooth, powdery sand and turquoise bay, still retains its essential, sweeping majesty.

From the beach, it was a few blocks to the center of St. Ives. I walked past a girl with a butterfly net, and thought of Woolf, and got lost among the labyrinth of cobbled streets. But I couldn’t find much left of the “windy, noisy, fishy, vociferous, narrow-streeted town” as Woolf recalled it. Long gone are the wooden boats that would have been anchored near the shore, awaiting the pilchards — small, sardine-like fish that would come into the bay by the millions. All that has largely been scrubbed clean, replaced with a more tourist-friendly image: St. Ives, the arts haven by the sea.

Woolf was witness to the beginning of this change. In “To the Lighthouse,” she noted that the artists had already started to come to the fictional fishing town inspired by St. Ives, perhaps a reference to the American painter Whistler, who stayed in St. Ives in 1883 and 1884 . In the early- to mid-20th century, a new wave of artists made their way there, most notably Barbara Hepworth, Ben Nicholson and Naum Gabo, whose abstract sculptures and paintings were inspired by the area’s landscape.

For the first time, these modernist works have a permanent dedicated space in the Tate St. Ives, which has a vast new extension dug into a hillside off Porthmeor Beach, a favored spot with surfers that doubled the museum’s gallery area in October.

While traces of Woolf’s work were noticeably absent at the museum in autumn, “Virginia Woolf: An Exhibition Inspired by Her Writings,” showcases the works of more than 80 artists, including her sister, the painter and Bloomsbury Group member Vanessa Bell, who have either been directly influenced by Woolf or explore recurring themes important to Woolf, such as feminist perspectives on domesticity.

Bell, one of Woolf’s greatest confidantes, received a rather alarming letter, written on Christmas Day, 1909. “I went for a walk in Regents Park yesterday morning, and it suddenly struck me how absurd it was to stay in London, with Cornwall going on all the time,” Woolf wrote. Woolf impulsively purchased a train ticket and arrived at the Lelant station, near St. Ives, at 10:30 p.m., without “spectacles, cheque book, looking glass, or coat.” Pacing that same platform recently, I was struck by how Woolf might have chosen her lodging: The Lelant Hotel, now The Badger Inn , was the closest accommodation, looming large up a short, steep walk to the top of Station Hill.

There, I met Paul O’Brien, the pub’s historian, who has put together snippets of Woolf’s letters about Lelant, a village of 1,056 residents, in a frame that hangs on a wall near the bar. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and convivial locals were drinking pints of St. Austell’s Tribute, a popular regional ale, their dogs underfoot.

From The Badger Inn, it’s about seven miles to Godrevy, a beach and headland that is now part of the National Trust . There, sunlight streamed down through the clouds and seemed to reflect the golden sands, lighting up the whole place in the area’s infamously soft glow. I walked past wild flowing grasses before reaching the closest point on shore to Godrevy Island and its lighthouse. And then the literary landmark stood before me: stark, solid, sacrosanct.

Woolf’s next trip to Cornwall was more scripted. Back in London and nearing, at age 28, the end of her first novel, “The Voyage Out,” Woolf spiraled into a mental breakdown so severe it landed her in Burley Park, a home for mentally ill women outside the city. (While Hermione Lee , arguably the foremost Woolf expert, called her “a sane woman who had an illness” in her biography “Virginia Woolf,” she also associated Woolf’s symptoms with what would now be recognized as manic-depressive illness or bipolar disorder.)

Part of her recuperation that summer was a walking tour around Zennor, the name of both a tiny village and parish (population 207), just southwest of St. Ives, with a nurse, Jean Thomas.

Tramping through a light mist, I found my way to the handsome stone farmhouse where Woolf and Ms. Thomas stayed, now the private residence of Lee and William Berryman, whose family has lived and worked on the surrounding farmland for more than 400 years. Inside their cozy sitting room, Ms. Berryman and I pored over small sepia-colored photographs, some nearly a century old, of former lodgers. (My heart leapt when I found one of two women sharing a motorcycle and sidecar, though, while possessing the same independent spirit, it ended up not being Woolf and her nurse.)

Then we ventured outside, touring two nearby structures that have been turned into holiday accommodations, called Porthmeor Cottages . Chickens pecked outside a coop, and in the distance, cattle grazed open pastureland that seemed to drop off into the sea below.

Three years later, in 1913, a similar pattern of illness emerged. Woolf sank into periods of severe depression, and was again admitted to Burley Park. In September, Woolf attempted suicide. After a period of rest, she slowly improved, and with her husband in 1914, headed again to Cornwall.

They spent a portion of their stay at Carbis Bay, a seaside resort village about a mile and a half up the coast from St. Ives, that is today dotted with tanned surfers in wet suits on the beach and, looming above, whitewashed, glass-fronted villas.

The Carbis Bay Hotel & Estate , where the Woolfs stayed, has its own beach that was awarded Blue Flag eco-certification, as well as a spa. Its palm-tree-fringed views of the sweeping turquoise bay could have been from anywhere, more Caribbean than Woolf’s Cornwall. Except there, in the distance, was the Godrevy Lighthouse, and in a hallway off a glass conservatory hangs a photo of the couple from around that time, with Woolf’s guest signature in purple, below.

During the 1920s and 1930s, a creatively fruitful time for Woolf, when she worked on the three novels most closely associated with Cornwall, the couple mainly stayed in the parish of Zennor whenever they visited the area.

As I made my way around its medieval farming tracts, sweeping moors and winding coastal paths, I understood why. It was an antidote not just to the frenzy of London, but also to the rapid growth of St. Ives and Carbis Bay.

Off the main road and onto a dirt track sits the tiny hamlet of Poniou, which then, as now, consists of only three cottages beside three granite footbridges. I met Sue Allen, a longtime resident, who told me the Woolfs had stayed next door in 1921, with their bedroom facing the sea.

Woolf marveled at seeing Gurnard’s Head , a glorious headland named for the local fish, from that bedroom window.

Then as now, it remains the most distinctive landmark in the area. But it is still, as Woolf described it, “so lonely,” reachable either along a winding “rabbit path round the cliff,” or by following a faintly visible path through fields dotted with grazing cattle and rudimentary stone steps. Taking in the faintly sweet smell of cow dung and the roar of the waters crashing against the rocks below, I didn’t pass a single soul on two trips in October.

About three miles away is the private residence Eagle’s Nest, distinct and visible from the main road. The Woolfs stayed there with friends on several memorable visits, including on Christmas Day, 1926, which Woolf spent revising drafts of “ To the Lighthouse.” She despaired that “All my facts about Lighthouses are wrong,” in a letter to an assistant at the publishing house, Hogarth Press, which she and her husband set up and ran.

The couple stayed there again in May 1936, Woolf’s last trip, at age 54, to Cornwall, an attempt to keep yet another breakdown at bay. They wandered round St. Ives and crept into the garden of Talland House, and in the dusk, her husband wrote, “Virginia peered through the ground-floor windows to see the ghosts of her childhood.”

I peered through those same windows, and I imagined the writer trying to recapture a vanished past when life had felt so new, seeing only inescapable childhood ghosts basking in summer days of exquisite happiness.

Ratha Tep, based in Dublin, is a frequent contributor to the Travel section.

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Back to the lighthouse: In search of Virginia Woolf’s lost Eden in Cornwall

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Virginia Woolf wasn’t always the radical we imagine today. Before the debates on truth and beauty with her circle of early 20th-century artists, intellectuals and writers known as the Bloomsbury Group; before the polemic feminist lectures at Cambridge; and before the ever-constant push to experiment with new forms of fiction, there was the impressionable young girl, born Adeline Virginia Stephen, who spent seaside summers in Cornwall, on England’s rugged south-western tip.

On a gray morning last October, I found myself on the Great Western Railway, rolling along the same route that Woolf would have taken about a century before, the train hugging tight past a progression of wide swathes of golden sand and languidly sloping green cliffs, with the deep blue of St Ives Bay and the Godrevy Lighthouse in the distance.

The rail line to the coastal town of St Ives opened in 1877, causing a huge uptick in tourism there, and it is easy to understand how it would have lured well-to-do Britons like her family to this once hard-to-reach stretch of Cornwall, now a thriving arts haven with its own branch of the Tate museum.

Long an admirer of this modernist literary pioneer – not only for how Woolf redefined the possibilities of the novel but also for the simple reason that no other writer has given me, sentence for sentence, such pleasure – I decided to go in search of Woolf in her early years.

I headed to the vast coastal county that, by most accounts, had a profound effect on her future writing, making its way into the novels Jacob’s Room and The Waves , and forming the basis of one of her greatest works, To the Lighthouse .

The rail line to St Ives in 1877 caused a huge surge in tourism to the area

Woolf’s summers in Cornwall were a reprieve from her upper-middle-class life in London, where, for most of the year, she spent her days in “the rich red gloom” of a tall London town house.

A Victorian girl bound by Victorian-era trappings, she took informal school lessons in a dining room filled with carved oak and marble, ventured on monotonous twice-daily outings to nearby Kensington Park and awaited a future of ballroom dances in satin dresses and pearls.

Her father, the renowned literary critic and historian Sir Leslie Stephen, rented a house overlooking St Ives Bay in Cornwall, which he described in an 1884 letter as “a pocket-paradise with a sheltered cove of sand in easy reach (for ‘Ginia even) just below”.

That house, that bay, that lighthouse: all would be immortalised in her famous novel. While Woolf was always careful to abstract somewhat from her personal past, and set To the Lighthouse on the Scottish Isle of Skye, it’s steeped with almost direct imagery from her time in Cornwall.

From 1882, when she was only a few months old, to 1894, when she was 12 – the year before her mother died – Woolf spent a few months each year at Talland House, situated on the outskirts of St Ives, then a small fishing town on the Cornish coast.

It was the sheer physical freedom of Cornwall, compared with the constrictions of Woolf’s London life, suggest scholars Marion Dell and Marion Whybrow in Virginia Woolf & Vanessa Bell: Remembering St Ives , that helped her buck against the constructs of her day and conceive of independent achievement.

Woolf roamed free in the salty air of the sloping garden, with the expanse of the bay and its distant lighthouse before her. She swam and poked among rock pools down at the beach below and hunted great-winged moths on rambling nighttime expeditions.

“In retrospect nothing that we had as children made as much difference, was quite so important to us, as our summer in Cornwall. The country was intensified, after the months in London”, and formed “the best beginning to life conceivable”, she wrote in 1940 at age 58, in her autobiographical essay “A Sketch of the Past”.

Celebrating St Ives’s outsize role in Woolf’s life, and a marker in its own right for how far the town has grown, is the recently refurbished and extended Tate St Ives, one of the art museum’s two branches outside London, which runs Virginia Woolf: An Exhibition Inspired by Her Writings, until April 29, in its sprawling new hall.

But while St Ives has dramatically evolved from Woolf’s day, some parts of Cornwall, a sprawling county with a population of more than half a million, seem frozen in time. Just down the coast, I found a rural, stark, ethereally beautiful landscape that remains today, despite the occasional car and hurtling tractor, close to how Woolf would have remembered it as a child.

Once a 10-hour trek from London, the train journey to St Ives today can be made in less than six. Winding my way up from the town’s sole rail station, as Woolf and her family would have done – with cooks, servants and mounds of luggage – the mid-19th-century stone villa looms large, seemingly incongruous among the motley assortment of architecture that has sprung up around it, like the glossy modern apartment complex with glass balconies next door.

Virginia Woolf, here at around 51, drew on her experience of escape and freedom in Cornwall

“Her family would move their entire way of life, their whole household, for two or three months out of the year to this house with a magical garden in this very remote setting, and it would become a kind of Eden for her, the place she would idealise and always remember,” said Alexandra Harris, author of Virginia Woolf and a professorial fellow at the University of Birmingham in England.

“In ‘To the Lighthouse,’ Woolf, as a successful middle-aged writer, comes face to face with her mother in the garden which is very much the garden at Talland House,” Harris said. “The novel embodies the feeling of having left something unfinished through those childhood summers.”

To the Lighthouse encapsulates Woolf’s love and longing for her mother – as well as her conflicted view of her mother’s vision of Victorian womanhood. All those bottled-up feelings, seemingly suspended in time after the family gave up Talland House following Julia Stephen’s death, found their release in the novel.

Woolf herself wrote as much in “A Sketch of the Past”: “When it was written, I ceased to be obsessed by my mother. I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her.”

While Talland House was carved into five flats in the 1950s and isn’t open to the public, visitors can, from Talland Road above, catch a glimpse of the sloping garden, the house’s cream-coloured facade and views across St Ives Bay to the iconic Godrevy Lighthouse. Although for the best tableau, it’s best to mimic the writer and her three siblings on their first trip back to the house as adults.

“We passed through the gate, groped stealthily but with sure feet up the carriage drive, mounted the little flight of rough steps,” wrote Woolf in a 1905 diary entry, adding that they peered through a chink in the escallonia hedge and “hung there like ghosts”.

The original wooden gate no longer exists, although the “rough steps” and hedging, now about chest-height, are still there, beyond which is a full-on view of the house and its stately French windows and balconies. Visitors can also walk up the paved driveway, the former “carriage drive”, around the side of the garden, said Peter Eddy, the house’s longtime owner (with his brother, John Eddy), who met me there.

I found Eddy with a few of the house’s current residents, Woolf enthusiasts who are also deeply embedded in the town’s fabric (one is the chairman of the St Ives Chamber of Trade and Commerce, another a volunteer at the St Ives Archive). Ad hoc gatekeepers of the Talland House myth, they were poring over a map of the property from 1906 and historical photos, which showed a smaller and less imposing house. (Roof and side extensions were added later.)

I walked around, soaking up the spirit of the place. The garden is more manicured now, lacking the bursts of colour from fiery red-hot pokers, and various pockets of charm, which were given names like the “love corner”, “coffee garden” and “lookout place,” that had defined the original garden.

Yet a few relics remain, including feathery spears of pampas grass near where Woolf would have played evening games of cricket, and mixed hedging around the garden’s bottom border that included Woolf’s beloved escallonia, “whose leaves, pressed, gave out a very sweet smell”.

Looking across St Ives Bay from the garden, I recalled one of the best-known lines from To the Lighthouse : “For the great plateful of blue water was before her; the hoary Lighthouse, distant, austere, in the midst ...”

Woolf fans have been concerned about the obstruction of this view ever since Cornwall Council granted planning permission in December 2015 for an apartment complex to be built below Talland House. But on my visit, it was not clear to me this would happen. I couldn’t find any signs of construction, and permission is set to expire if work doesn’t start by December 2018.

The view from Talland House, with Godrevy just visible in the distance

Just minutes’ walk away is Primrose Valley, an area once blanketed with apple orchards and a little dirt path that Woolf and her youthful siblings would have taken down to Porthminster Beach below. Now, sprawling houses with gray-shingled mansard roofs edge up to one another, with hedging and moss-covered stone lining a paved route. The beach, though, with its wide crescent of smooth, powdery sand and turquoise bay, still retains its essential, sweeping majesty.

From the beach, it was a few blocks to the centre of St Ives. I walked past a girl with a butterfly net and thought of Woolf, and got lost among the labyrinth of cobbled streets. But I couldn’t find much left of the “windy, noisy, fishy, vociferous, narrow-streeted town”, as Woolf recalled it.

Long gone are the wooden boats that would have been anchored near the shore, awaiting the pilchards – small, sardine-like fish that would come into the bay by the millions. All that has largely been scrubbed clean, replaced with a more tourist-friendly image: St Ives, the arts haven by the sea.

Woolf was witness to the beginning of this change. In To the Lighthouse , she noted that the artists had already started to come to the fictional fishing town inspired by St Ives, perhaps a reference to the American painter Whistler, who stayed in St Ives in 1883 and 1884.

In the early- to mid-20th century, a new wave of artists made their way there, most notably Barbara Hepworth, Ben Nicholson and Naum Gabo, whose abstract sculptures and paintings were inspired by the area’s landscape.

For the first time, these modernist works have a permanent dedicated space in the Tate St Ives, which has a vast new extension dug into a hillside off Porthmeor Beach, a favoured spot with surfers that doubled the museum’s gallery area in October.

While traces of Woolf’s work were noticeably absent at the museum in autumn, Virginia Woolf: An Exhibition Inspired by Her Writings, showcases the works of more than 80 artists, including her sister, the painter and Bloomsbury Group member Vanessa Bell, who have either been directly influenced by Woolf or explore recurring themes important to her, such as feminist perspectives on domesticity.

Bell, one of Woolf’s greatest confidantes, received a rather alarming letter, written on Christmas Day, 1909. “I went for a walk in Regents Park yesterday morning, and it suddenly struck me how absurd it was to stay in London, with Cornwall going on all the time,” Woolf wrote. Woolf impulsively purchased a train ticket and arrived at the Lelant station, near St Ives, at 10:30 p.m., without “spectacles, cheque book, looking glass, or coat”.

Pacing that same platform recently, I was struck by how Woolf might have chosen her lodging: the Lelant Hotel, now the Badger Inn, was the closest accommodation, looming large up a short, steep walk to the top of Station Hill.

There, I met Paul O’Brien, the pub’s historian, who has put together snippets of Woolf’s letters about Lelant, a village of 1,056 residents, in a frame that hangs on a wall near the bar. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and convivial locals were drinking pints of St Austell’s Tribute, a popular regional ale, their dogs underfoot.

From the Badger Inn, it’s about 7 miles to Godrevy, a beach and headland that is now part of the National TruSt There, sunlight streamed down through the clouds and seemed to reflect the golden sands, lighting up the whole place in the area’s infamously soft glow. I walked past wild flowing grasses before reaching the closest point on shore to Godrevy Island and its lighthouse. And then the literary landmark stood before me: stark, solid, sacrosanct.

Woolf’s next trip to Cornwall was more scripted. Back in London and nearing, at age 28, the end of her first novel, The Voyage Out , Woolf spiraled into a mental breakdown so severe it landed her in Burley Park, a home for mentally ill women outside the city. (While Hermione Lee, arguably the foremost Woolf expert, called her “a sane woman who had an illness” in her biography Virginia Woolf , she also associated Woolf’s symptoms with what would now be recognised as manic-depressive illness or bipolar disorder.)

Part of her recuperation that summer was a walking tour around Zennor, the name of both a tiny village and parish (population 207), just south-west of St Ives, with a nurse, Jean Thomas.

Tramping through a light mist, I found my way to the handsome stone farmhouse where Woolf and Thomas stayed, now the private residence of Lee and William Berryman, whose family has lived and worked on the surrounding farmland for more than 400 years. Inside their cosy sitting room, Lee Berryman and I poured over small sepia-coloured photographs, some nearly a century old, of former lodgers. (My heart leapt when I found one of two women sharing a motorcycle and sidecar, although, while possessing the same independent spirit, it ended up not being Woolf and her nurse.)

Then we ventured outside, touring two nearby structures that have been turned into holiday accommodations, called Porthmeor Cottages. Chickens pecked outside a coop, and in the distance, cattle grazed open pastureland that seemed to drop off into the sea below.

Three years later, in 1913, a similar pattern of illness emerged. Woolf sank into periods of severe depression and was again admitted to Burley Park. In September, Woolf attempted suicide. After a period of rest, she slowly improved, and with her husband in 1914, headed again to Cornwall.

They spent a portion of their stay at Carbis Bay, a seaside resort village about a mile and a half up the coast from St Ives, that is today dotted with tanned surfers in wet suits on the beach and, looming above, whitewashed, glass-fronted villas.

The Carbis Bay Hotel & Estate, where the Woolfs stayed, has its own beach that was awarded Blue Flag eco-certification, as well as a spa. Its palm-tree-fringed views of the sweeping turquoise bay could have been from anywhere, more Caribbean than Woolf’s Cornwall. Except there, in the distance, was the Godrevy Lighthouse, and in a hallway off a glass conservatory hangs a photo of the couple from around that time, with Woolf’s guest signature in purple, below.

During the 1920s and 1930s, a creatively fruitful time for Woolf, when she worked on the three novels most closely associated with Cornwall, the couple mainly stayed in the parish of Zennor whenever they visited the area.

As I made my way around its medieval farming tracts, sweeping moors and winding coastal paths, I understood why. It was an antidote not just to the frenzy of London but also to the rapid growth of St Ives and Carbis Bay.

Off the main road and onto a dirt track sits the tiny hamlet of Poniou, which then, as now, consists of only three cottages beside three granite footbridges. I met Sue Allen, a longtime resident, who told me the Woolfs had stayed next door in 1921, with their bedroom facing the sea. Woolf marvelled at seeing Gurnard’s Head, a glorious headland named for the local fish, from that bedroom window.

Then as now, it remains the most distinctive landmark in the area. But it is still, as Woolf described it, “so lonely”, reachable either along a winding “rabbit path round the cliff”, or by following a faintly visible path through fields dotted with grazing cattle and rudimentary stone steps. Taking in the faintly sweet smell of cow dung and the roar of the waters crashing against the rocks below, I didn’t pass a single soul on two trips in October.

About 3 miles away is the private residence Eagle’s Nest, distinct and visible from the main road. The Woolfs stayed there with friends on several memorable visits, including on Christmas Day, 1926, which Woolf spent revising drafts of To the Lighthouse .

She despaired that “All my facts about Lighthouses are wrong” in a letter to an assistant at the publishing house, Hogarth Press, which she and her husband set up and ran.

The couple stayed there again in May 1936, Woolf’s last trip, at age 54, to Cornwall, an attempt to keep yet another breakdown at bay. They wandered round St Ives and crept into the garden of Talland House, and in the dusk, her husband wrote, “Virginia peered through the ground-floor windows to see the ghosts of her childhood.”

I peered through those same windows, and I imagined the writer trying to recapture a vanished past when life had felt so new, seeing only inescapable childhood ghosts basking in summer days of exquisite happiness.

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The 55 Most Beautiful Places in the World

From cloud forests to glacial lakes, these destinations are the world's best sights to see.

Anne Olivia Bauso is a travel writer and hotel expert based in New York City. She has written hundreds of hotel reviews, from 5-star Ritz-Carlton properties to treehouse eco-resorts in the jungle.

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From sky-blue lakes in Canada to sandstone beaches in Seychelles, beauty abounds in every corner of the Earth. Focusing largely on national parks , mountains, beaches, deserts, and other natural wonders , we’ve compiled the world's most beautiful places to inspire your next dream destination. 

  • Best tourist destination: Iguazú Falls, Argentina and Brazil
  • Underrated hidden gem: Fairy Meadows National Park, Pakistan
  • Best for families: Grand Canyon, Arizona
  • Best for couples: Anse Source d'Agent, Seychelles
  • Best for solo travelers: Railay West Beach, Thailand

Join us for a journey to some of the most beautiful places in the world, like the red rocks of the Grand Canyon and the abundantly colorful Great Barrier Reef.

Iguazú Falls, Argentina and Brazil

Altogether, the 275 cascades on the Argentina-Brazil border form a mind-blowing, panoramic waterfall. The overwhelming sight of Iguazú Falls, combined with the sound and energy of water rushing at up to 450,000 cubic feet per second in the rainy season, is pure magnificence.

Fairy Meadows National Park, Pakistan

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Near the foot of the world's ninth-highest mountain (Nanga Parbat), Pakistan's Fairy Meadows offers sublime mountain scenery and wildlife, including brown bears, markhor, and Himalayan ibex. To get to Fairy Meadows, you’ll have to hire a Jeep but be forewarned, the road there is not for the faint of heart.

Grand Canyon, Arizona

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Offering some of the most spectacular scenery on the planet, the Grand Canyon truly merits the term "breathtaking." The vast geologic wonderland, one mile deep and up to 18 miles across, displays countless layers of colorful rock and practically hypnotic vistas.

Anse Source d'Argent, Seychelles

Pinpointing the most beautiful Seychellois beach is like splitting hairs, but Anse Source d'Argent gets extremely high marks for its sugar-white sand framed by dramatic granite boulders and sparkling aquamarine water. The sweet shoreline is relatively secluded from the resort crowds on La Digue Island.

Railay West Beach, Thailand

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On the Railay peninsula's west side, Krabi's famous karsts meet a simply stunning jade-green lagoon. The vertical cliffs block access from the Krabi mainland, making Railay reachable only by boat, adding to its incredible appeal.

Torres del Paine National Park, Chile

There's no better way to experience Patagonia's rugged natural beauty than in Torres del Paine National Park . The UNESCO Biosphere Reserve is home to its namesake granite towers (the park's name is a combination of the Spanish word for “towers” and the Tehuelche word for “blue”), as well as sparkling lagoons and otherworldly glaciers.

Bagan, Myanmar

It's hard to truly grasp the magnitude of Myanmar's Bagan Archaeological Zone , dominated by thousands of temples, pagodas, and stupas. Explore the UNESCO World Heritage Site on a bike, or for an eagle's-eye view, take a hot-air balloon ride at sunrise to see the temples scattered across the lush landscape.

Monteverde Cloud Forest Biological Reserve, Costa Rica

This magical, misty, and well-preserved cloud forest in northwestern Costa Rica is a successful template for sustainable ecotourism. Along with its sister cloud forest, the Santa Elena Reserve, Monteverde is a practically untouched paradise home to thousands of plant, animal, and bird species (including the radiant quetzal), visible from jungle paths and nail-biting steel bridges hanging over the canopy.

Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe and Zambia

One of the world's largest waterfalls, Victoria Falls spans the Zimbabwe and Zambia borders. As a destination, "The Smoke That Thunders," as it is known in the Bantu language family, is a hub for white-water rafting, helicopter rides, big-game safaris , and other thrilling adventures.

Whitehaven Beach, Australia

Whitehaven Beach mesmerizes from above with swirls of white and blue hiding amid the offshore islands of Queensland. Part of Australia's Whitsunday Coast, the star attraction is remarkable for its amazing combination of pure silica sands and vivid blue-green waters.

Avenue of the Baobabs, Madagascar

On a dirt road near the west coast town of Morondava is a stretch of tall and ancient baobab trees unique to Madagascar, and all that remains of a once-dense forest. The centuries-old giants are especially magnificent cast in the light of a sunrise and sunset.

Uyuni Salt Flat, Bolivia

The world's largest salt flat covers 4,000 square miles of the Bolivian Altiplano. In the dry season, it's an endless white sheet of salt tiles made all the more dazzling by clear, sunny skies. From December to April, however, regular rains create a mirror effect that merges lake and sky. No matter when you see it, Salar de Uyuni is one of the most captivating sights on earth.

Hạ Long Bay, Vietnam

With hundreds of jungle-covered karst cliffs rising out of emerald green waters, Hạ Long Bay is a photographer's dream. Hop on a boat or kayak to explore the UNESCO World Heritage Site 's beautiful islands and surreal cave systems.

Lake Atitlán, Guatemala

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Lake Atitlán in the Sierra Madres offers a combination of Indigenous culture and waterside serenity. It likely comes as no surprise that a place this tranquil is also a popular destination for yoga retreats. Cross the gorgeous crater lake by boat and explore various pueblos, shop local markets for Mayan crafts, and sleep in treehouse accommodations.

Le Morne Brabant, Mauritius

A freestanding basaltic mountain hulking over a bright blue-green Indian Ocean lagoon certainly makes for spectacular scenery. When viewed from above, the surrounding sand and silt form an optical illusion that appears to be a massive underwater waterfall at this mythic place — and there is a fascinating history to uncover. Thanks to its isolation and near-inaccessibility, Le Morne sheltered people who escaped enslavement during the 18th and early 19th centuries.

Acadia National Park, Maine

From rocky shorelines shrouded in mist to conifer-cloaked mountainsides, Acadia National Park is a wild place of sea, stone, and forest. Visitors flock here to hike, fish, climb, camp, and experience the end-of-the-world feel in New England's only national park.

Okavango Delta, Botswana

The mighty Okavango , the largest inland delta in the world, is a vast network of winding waterways and animal-attracting lagoons. Navigating through reed-studded channels in a mokoro (traditional canoe) and spotting hippos, leopards, and elephants is one of the world's great travel experiences for nature lovers.

Maasai Mara, Kenya

This famed wildlife preserve (next door neighbor to the Serengeti) is one of the world's most enchanting ecosystems . The Mara's golden grasslands stretch to the horizon, interrupted by graceful acacia trees and rumbling throngs of wildebeest and zebra — and their stalking predators.

Beautiful Forests Around the World

Cat island, the bahamas.

Cat Island is a secret nirvana hiding in plain sight in the Bahamas . Sparsely developed and off the main tourist track, Cat Island is resplendent in miles of nature trails and wondrous pink sands sprawling under the Caribbean sun. Far from the mega-resort scene of busier islands, the mood on Cat Island is very laid back, so expect to find local vibes and small family-owned hotels.

Zhangye National Geopark, China

Distinct rolling bands of orange, cream, yellow, brown, and russet against jagged mountain peaks make this geological anomaly in the Northwestern province of Gansu look like a psychedelic scene on Mars. Boardwalks have been built throughout the park allowing visitors to see the stripes up close.

Glencoe, Scotland

The Scottish Highlands are filled with astonishingly scenic glens, but Glencoe Valley is perhaps the most famous (and infamous, due to a brutal 17th-century massacre that marked a pivotal moment in Scottish history). Today the valley is a haven for hikers, mountaineers, and whisky lovers — the 19th-century Ben Nevis Distillery is a short drive away.

Mount Kōya, Japan

The Buddhist monk Kobo Daishi founded this mountaintop temple town in 819. Today, the sacred and serene place is part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site and contains more than 100 temples, including the head temple Kongobuji, featuring gorgeous gilded sliding doors and ceilings carved with flowers. Within the ancient complex is a mausoleum and cemetery surrounded by a cedar forest with old-growth trees up to 600 years old.

Dead Sea, Jordan, Palestine, and Israel

Name aside, the Dead Sea is a lake and one of the world's saltiest, at that. (In fact, the saline water has such a high density that it keeps bathers afloat.) Set between Jordan, Palestine, and Israel at the Earth's lowest elevation, it's known for its beautifully clear and tranquil waters (with nearly 10 times more saline than the ocean) and its surrounding mineral formations, sandy beaches, nature preserves, natural pools, and waterfalls.

Zion National Park, Utah

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Glorious Navajo Sandstone cliffs, rainbow-colored canyons, and incredible biodiversity make Zion one of the most popular (and most scenic) national parks in the U.S. Utah is famous for its many gorgeous national parks, but in Zion, you can enjoy unique hikes like The Narrows, a slot canyon trail following Virgin River upstream — just make sure you go in the right season .

Vatnajökull National Park, Iceland

Dominated by a 3,000-square-mile ice cap of the same name, Vatnajökull is a chilly, Icelandic wonderland of caves, craters, glacier-filled calderas, and waterfalls. Perhaps the most famous cascade is Svartifoss, plunging over hexagonal lava-rock columns.

Pamukkale, Turkey

Pamukkale's electric-blue thermal pools and white travertine formations, naturally formed by slowly crystallizing calcium carbonate, make for gorgeous vacation photos. Its location is quite remote, so you will need to set aside a day or two for this special trip, but with steaming hot waters and a name that translates from Turkish to "cotton castles," it's worth the experience as well as the view.

Nā Pali Coast State Wilderness Park, Hawaii

Nā Pali translates to "the cliffs" in Hawaiian, a deceptively simple name that might not fully prepare travelers for the epic glory on display on the Kauai coast. The staggering coastline is too rugged and vertical for road access, so the only way to see it is by boat, air, or seriously intense hiking trails.

Table Mountain, Cape Town

Ascending iconic Table Mountain tops the to-do list for most travelers in Cape Town. Adventurous hikers can go on foot, but there's also an aerial cableway that gently sweeps up to the 3,563-foot summit. Either way, the top offers insane panoramic views of the South African capital and the Atlantic.

Machu Picchu, Peru

Built nearly 8,000 feet above sea level, Machu Picchu is a 15th-century Incan citadel whose engineering ingenuity and head-spinning views rival the extraordinary beauty of its Sacred Valley setting. It may be a hotspot for tourism now, but the rest of the world has only known about its existence since it was rediscovered in 1911.

Lucerne, Switzerland

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Picture a serene alpine lake fringed with soaring Alps. Now add in a walkable medieval town and you've got the setting for this long-popular Swiss destination . Don't miss Mount Pilatus (via the world’s steepest cogwheel railway) and the Rigi for nature trails and a famous viewpoint overlooking three lakes.

Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina and Virginia

The Blue Ridge Parkway may lack Highway 101's ocean scenery, but it trades Pacific views for peaceful Appalachian beauty. Stretching 469 miles from Great Smoky Mountains National Park to Shenandoah National Park , the 45 MPH, no-trucks route winds past overlook after overlook, letting road-trippers marvel at the mountains' dreamy blue hue.

Pulau Tioman, Malaysia

This isn't a tropical island getaway with a wild party scene or a string of upscale resorts. Pulau Tioman is more of a floating nature preserve, with local character and a strong sense of environmental conservation (coral rehab and sea turtle preservation are major focuses for the island's Juara Turtle Project ). The island, off the east coast of Peninsular Malaysia in the South China Sea, is popular for its dive sites, shipwrecks, and tropical rainforest.

Damaraland, Namibia

Damaraland region is an almost mystical vision of red-earth desert plains, flat-topped mountains, a petrified forest, and well-preserved ancient Bushmen rock paintings. Though it looks like a scene from Mars, Damaraland is rich in wildlife, home to lions, elephants, zebras, giraffes, and the critically endangered black rhino.

Matira Beach, French Polynesia

The South Pacific calls up many visions of spectacular beaches . The otherwordly Bora Bora 's Matira Beach gets singled out for its miles of pearly white, flour-fine sand, and breathtaking bright turquoise lagoon.

Cirque de Gavarnie, France

Cirque de Gavarnie is a popular hiking destination in the Pyrenees and one of the most beautiful in France . Called "the Colosseum of Nature" by Victor Hugo, the Cirque is a ring of sheer granite mountain walls enclosing a picture-perfect green valley. It's astounding even before you add in three-tier Gavarnie Falls pouring over a 922-foot drop.

Shark Bay, Australia

Shark Bay: where the red earth of Australia's westernmost point meets the teal waters of the Indian Ocean. The bay is home to one of the largest and richest beds of seagrass in the world, as well as rare stromatolites — rocky-looking, cauliflower-shaped microbial reefs and some of the oldest life forms on Earth.

Lofoten Islands, Norway

The Lofoten archipelago bursts dramatically out of the Norwegian Sea. Between the jagged peaks and steep slopes are quaint fishing villages, secluded coves, scenic backpacking and biking trails, and dreamy white-sand beaches. You can even get there by train via the Ofotbanen , a luxury rail service that takes you from Oslo up to the Arctic Circle.

Los Cabos, Mexico

Flanked by the Pacific Ocean and the Gulf of California, Los Cabos ' symphony of natural features — desert, mountains, sea, and plenty of sunshine — and yes, raucous party scene, have made it one of the most popular vacation destinations in North America. Its cobalt-blue waters are a hub for diving, snorkeling, kayaking, fishing, and whale watching.

Taormina, Sicily

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Taormina has all the elements for a gorgeous Mediterranean destination : ancient ruins, a charming old town, and a setting backed by Mount Etna, an active volcano you can summit by foot. One of the highlights is visiting the beach of Isola Bella, a small storied island that you can walk to during low tide.

Dal Lake, India

The snow-capped Zabarwan Range rises above Kashmir's romantic Dal Lake, a long-time Himalayan escape for Indians fleeing the south's heat. During the summer, veranda-clad cedar houseboats bob along the lake's western edge while floating markets and brightly painted taxi boats drift by.

Great Barrier Reef, Australia

The world's largest barrier reef is an unrivaled experience for snorkelers and divers. The sensational underwater world is made up of 2,900 individual reefs, 900 islands, and a mind-boggling diversity of marine life.

Wulingyuan Scenic Area, China

Thousands of tapering quartz sandstone formations spiral skyward in this 100-square-mile stretch of karst terrain in China's Hunan Province . Beneath the towers lie valleys, streams, waterfalls, caves, natural bridges, and dense green forests.

Banff National Park, Canada

Canada's oldest national park showcases the majesty of the Canadian Rockies in Alberta. Banff is known for its staggering peaks, dense pine forests, hot springs, animals — grizzlies, bighorn sheep, and moose all call the park home, and almost eerily azure glacier-fed lagoons, such as the postcard-perfect Peyto Lake.

Wadi Rum Reserve, Jordan

Wadi Rum is a stunning red desert landscape filled with canyons, dunes, mountains, springs, archeological sites, and stone archways. Brave hikers can cross the largest, Burdah Rock Bridge, which is more than 200 feet above the ground.

Milford Sound/Piopiotahi, New Zealand

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Glaciers carved this awe-inspiring valley , leaving behind craggy peaks with sheer drops into glistening waters. Part of UNESCO World Heritage Site Te Wahipounamu , the South Island's Milford Sound is blessed with waterfalls, rainbows, rainforests, and a diversity of wildlife — everything from black coral to bottlenose dolphins, with seals and even penguins in between.

Fernando de Noronha, Brazil

Blissfully isolated 217 miles off the Brazilian mainland, this lovingly preserved archipelago offers pristine beaches and clear waters abundant in marine life perfect for world-class snorkeling. The remote island is also a hub for honeymooners looking for a slice of paradise.

The Algarve, Portugal

Surrounded by the Atlantic to the south and west, Portugal's Algarve region looks and feels like a wild respite. Wind-sculpted cliffs and headlands frame big, sandy beaches popular with surfers and dotted with secret coves and grottoes.

Mount Kilimanjaro, Tanzania

Solitary Mount Kilimanjaro is one of Africa's most stunning icons, rising more than 19,000 feet from coffee and banana farms up to snowy volcanic peaks. Along the way to "The Roof of Africa," hikers trek through distinct climate zones, from rainforest to high-altitude desert to the arctic-like summit.

Mount Fuji, Japan

Both an active volcano and an emblem of serenity, Mount Fuji is one of the world's most magnificent sights. You can hike to the sacred landmark's summit for sweeping views or simply gape at it from Lake Kawaguchi and elsewhere in the beautiful Five Lakes region . Head to the spa town of Hakone in winter to pair crisp Fuji views with steaming hot springs.

Li River, China

The Li River carves through the lowland farms and jagged karst terrain of northwestern Guangxi, creating some of China's most picturesque scenery (the area is so pretty, it appears on the 20 yuan banknote). A four- to five-hour river cruise from Guilin to Yangshuo is the most popular way to experience Li River, though travelers wanting more autonomy can rent bamboo rafts or hike — the natural moon-shaped arch of Moon Hill makes a glorious lookout.

Lake Como, Italy

Lake Como has been one of Italy's most popular vacation spots since the time of the Roman emperors. This unabashedly high-rolling resort area still attracts a posh crowd with its lush gardens, cinematic palaces and villas, and sun-soaked alpine shores. Take the funicular to the tiny village of Brunate for an amazing panorama.

Crater Lake National Park, Oregon

Like so many of Earth's most stunning sights, Crater Lake is the result of earth-altering, volcanic forces. Its 1,943-foot depth makes it the deepest lake in the U.S. , filled with mesmerizingly deep blue waters fed by rain and snow. View its perfection from hiking trails, boat tours, and the 33-mile Rim Drive around the caldera. Keep in mind, some attractions like boat tours and the scenic Rim Drive close for the winter season.

Big Sur, California

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Even considering California's 840 miles of monumental coastline, it's hard to rival the beauty of Big Sur . Thick redwood forest, foggy canyons, and rocky cliffs tumbling into the Pacific define this area (the name refers to both the town and the coastal region), made all the more famous for its freewheeling NorCal vibes and Old Hollywood history.

Great Smoky Mountains, North Carolina and Tennessee

With half a million acres split by Tennessee and North Carolina, this famous park 's wondrous mountain scenery encompasses hardwood forests, steep-sided ravines cut by rivers and streams, and brilliant wildflowers in bloom from spring to fall. Hikers have 150 trails available to them, from the Appalachian Trail’s Charlies Bunion hike to the more challenging Rainbow Falls route.

Volcanoes National Park, Rwanda

The scenery alone — waterfalls, calderas, misty bamboo forests — makes Volcanoes National Park a worthy contender of any travel list. The mystical setting is all the more special for hosting buffaloes, birds, golden monkeys, and the elusive mountain gorilla.

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by Virginia Woolf

In the first place, I want to emphasise the note of interrogation at the end of my title. Even if I could answer the question for myself, the answer would apply only to me and not to you. The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions. If this is agreed between us, then I feel at liberty to put forward a few ideas and suggestions because you will not allow them to fetter that independence which is the most important quality that a reader can possess. After all, what laws can be laid down about books? The battle of Waterloo was certainly fought on a certain day; but is Hamlet a better play than Lear? Nobody can say. Each must decide that question for himself. To admit authorities, however heavily furred and gowned, into our libraries and let them tell us how to read, what to read, what value to place upon what we read, is to destroy the spirit of freedom which is the breath of those sanctuaries. Everywhere else we may be bound by laws and conventions — there we have none.

But to enjoy freedom, if the platitude is pardonable, we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose-bush; we must train them, exactly and powerfully, here on the very spot. This, it may be, is one of the first difficulties that faces us in a library. What is “the very spot”? There may well seem to be nothing but a conglomeration and huddle of confusion. Poems and novels, histories and memoirs, dictionaries and blue-books; books written in all languages by men and women of all tempers, races, and ages jostle each other on the shelf. And outside the donkey brays, the women gossip at the pump, the colts gallop across the fields. Where are we to begin? How are we to bring order into this multitudinous chaos and so get the deepest and widest pleasure from what we read?

It is simple enough to say that since books have classes — fiction, biography, poetry — we should separate them and take from each what it is right that each should give us. Yet few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning. Do not dictate to your author; try to become him. Be his fellow-worker and accomplice. If you hang back, and reserve and criticise at first, you are preventing yourself from getting the fullest possible value from what you read. But if you open your mind as widely as possible, then signs and hints of almost imperceptible fineness, from the twist and turn of the first sentences, will bring you into the presence of a human being unlike any other. Steep yourself in this, acquaint yourself with this, and soon you will find that your author is giving you, or attempting to give you, something far more definite. The thirty-two chapters of a novel — if we consider how to read a novel first — are an attempt to make something as formed and controlled as a building: but words are more impalpable than bricks; reading is a longer and more complicated process than seeing. Perhaps the quickest way to understand the elements of what a novelist is doing is not to read, but to write; to make your own experiment with the dangers and difficulties of words. Recall, then, some event that has left a distinct impression on you–how at the corner of the street, perhaps, you passed two people talking. A tree shook; an electric light danced; the tone of the talk was comic, but also tragic; a whole vision, an entire conception, seemed contained in that moment.

But when you attempt to reconstruct it in words, you will find that it breaks into a thousand conflicting impressions. Some must be subdued; others emphasised; in the process you will lose, probably, all grasp upon the emotion itself. Then turn from your blurred and littered pages to the opening pages of some great novelist — Defoe, Jane Austen, Hardy. Now you will be better able to appreciate their mastery. It is not merely that we are in the presence of a different person — Defoe, Jane Austen, or Thomas Hardy — but that we are living in a different world. Here, in Robinson Crusoe, we are trudging a plain high road; one thing happens after another; the fact and the order of the fact is enough. But if the open air and adventure mean everything to Defoe they mean nothing to Jane Austen. Hers is the drawing-room, and people talking, and by the many mirrors of their talk revealing their characters. And if, when we have accustomed ourselves to the drawing-room and its reflections, we turn to Hardy, we are once more spun round. The moors are round us and the stars are above our heads. The other side of the mind is now exposed — the dark side that comes uppermost in solitude, not the light side that shows in company. Our relations are not towards people, but towards Nature and destiny. Yet different as these worlds are, each is consistent with itself. The maker of each is careful to observe the laws of his own perspective, and however great a strain they may put upon us they will never confuse us, as lesser writers so frequently do, by introducing two different kinds of reality into the same book. Thus to go from one great novelist to another — from Jane Austen to Hardy, from Peacock to Trollope, from Scott to Meredith — is to be wrenched and uprooted; to be thrown this way and then that. To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination if you are going to make use of all that the novelist — the great artist — gives you.

But a glance at the heterogeneous company on the shelf will show you that writers are very seldom “great artists”; far more often a book makes no claim to be a work of art at all. These biographies and autobiographies, for example, lives of great men, of men long dead and forgotten, that stand cheek by jowl with the novels and poems, are we to refuse to read them because they are not “art”? Or shall we read them, but read them in a different way, with a different aim? Shall we read them in the first place to satisfy that curiosity which possesses us sometimes when in the evening we linger in front of a house where the lights are lit and the blinds not yet drawn, and each floor of the house shows us a different section of human life in being? Then we are consumed with curiosity about the lives of these people–the servants gossiping, the gentlemen dining, the girl dressing for a party, the old woman at the window with her knitting. Who are they, what are they, what are their names, their occupations, their thoughts, and adventures?

Biographies and memoirs answer such questions, light up innumerable such houses; they show us people going about their daily affairs, toiling, failing, succeeding, eating, hating, loving, until they die. And sometimes as we watch, the house fades and the iron railings vanish and we are out at sea; we are hunting, sailing, fighting; we are among savages and soldiers; we are taking part in great campaigns. Or if we like to stay here in England, in London, still the scene changes; the street narrows; the house becomes small, cramped, diamond-paned, and malodorous. We see a poet, Donne, driven from such a house because the walls were so thin that when the children cried their voices cut through them. We can follow him, through the paths that lie in the pages of books, to Twickenham; to Lady Bedford’s Park, a famous meeting-ground for nobles and poets; and then turn our steps to Wilton, the great house under the downs, and hear Sidney read the Arcadia to his sister; and ramble among the very marshes and see the very herons that figure in that famous romance; and then again travel north with that other Lady Pembroke, Anne Clifford, to her wild moors, or plunge into the city and control our merriment at the sight of Gabriel Harvey in his black velvet suit arguing about poetry with Spenser. Nothing is more fascinating than to grope and stumble in the alternate darkness and splendour of Elizabethan London. But there is no staying there. The Temples and the Swifts, the Harleys and the St. Johns beckon us on; hour upon hour can be spent disentangling their quarrels and deciphering their characters; and when we tire of them we can stroll on, past a lady in black wearing diamonds, to Samuel Johnson and Goldsmith and Garrick; or cross the channel, if we like, and meet Voltaire and Diderot, Madame du Deffand; and so back to England and Twickenham — how certain places repeat themselves and certain names! — where Lady Bedford had her Park once and Pope lived later, to Walpole’s home at Strawberry Hill. But Walpole introduces us to such a swarm of new acquaintances, there are so many houses to visit and bells to ring that we may well hesitate for a moment, on the Miss Berrys’ doorstep, for example, when behold, up comes Thackeray; he is the friend of the woman whom Walpole loved; so that merely by going from friend to friend, from garden to garden, from house to house, we have passed from one end of English literature to another and wake to find ourselves here again in the present, if we can so differentiate this moment from all that have gone before. This, then, is one of the ways in which we can read these lives and letters; we can make them light up the many windows of the past; we can watch the famous dead in their familiar habits and fancy sometimes that we are very close and can surprise their secrets, and sometimes we may pull out a play or a poem that they have written and see whether it reads differently in the presence of the author. But this again rouses other questions. How far, we must ask ourselves, is a book influenced by its writer’s life — how far is it safe to let the man interpret the writer? How far shall we resist or give way to the sympathies and antipathies that the man himself rouses in us — so sensitive are words, so receptive of the character of the author? These are questions that press upon us when we read lives and letters, and we must answer them for ourselves, for nothing can be more fatal than to be guided by the preferences of others in a matter so personal.

But also we can read such books with another aim, not to throw light on literature, not to become familiar with famous people, but to refresh and exercise our own creative powers. Is there not an open window on the right hand of the bookcase? How delightful to stop reading and look out! How stimulating the scene is, in its unconsciousness, its irrelevance, its perpetual movement — the colts galloping round the field, the woman filling her pail at the well, the donkey throwing back his head and emitting his long, acrid moan. The greater part of any library is nothing but the record of such fleeting moments in the lives of men, women, and donkeys. Every literature, as it grows old, has its rubbish-heap, its record of vanished moments and forgotten lives told in faltering and feeble accents that have perished. But if you give yourself up to the delight of rubbish-reading you will be surprised, indeed you will be overcome, by the relics of human life that have been cast out to moulder. It may be one letter — but what a vision it gives! It may be a few sentences — but what vistas they suggest! Sometimes a whole story will come together with such beautiful humour and pathos and completeness that it seems as if a great novelist had been at work, yet it is only an old actor, Tate Wilkinson, remembering the strange story of Captain Jones; it is only a young subaltern serving under Arthur Wellesley and falling in love with a pretty girl at Lisbon; it is only Maria Allen letting fall her sewing in the empty drawing-room and sighing how she wishes she had taken Dr. Burney’s good advice and had never eloped with her Rishy. None of this has any value; it is negligible in the extreme; yet how absorbing it is now and again to go through the rubbish-heaps and find rings and scissors and broken noses buried in the huge past and try to piece them together while the colt gallops round the field, the woman fills her pail at the well, and the donkey brays.

But we tire of rubbish-reading in the long run. We tire of searching for what is needed to complete the half-truth which is all that the Wilkinsons, the Bunburys, and the Maria Allens are able to offer us. They had not the artist’s power of mastering and eliminating; they could not tell the whole truth even about their own lives; they have disfigured the story that might have been so shapely. Facts are all that they can offer us, and facts are a very inferior form of fiction. Thus the desire grows upon us to have done with half-statements and approximations; to cease from searching out the minute shades of human character, to enjoy the greater abstractness, the purer truth of fiction. Thus we create the mood, intense and generalised, unaware of detail, but stressed by some regular, recurrent beat, whose natural expression is poetry; and that is the time to read poetry . . . when we are almost able to write it.

Western wind, when wilt thou blow? The small rain down can rain. Christ, if my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!

The impact of poetry is so hard and direct that for the moment there is no other sensation except that of the poem itself. What profound depths we visit then — how sudden and complete is our immersion! There is nothing here to catch hold of; nothing to stay us in our flight. The illusion of fiction is gradual; its effects are prepared; but who when they read these four lines stops to ask who wrote them, or conjures up the thought of Donne’s house or Sidney’s secretary; or enmeshes them in the intricacy of the past and the succession of generations? The poet is always our contemporary. Our being for the moment is centred and constricted, as in any violent shock of personal emotion. Afterwards, it is true, the sensation begins to spread in wider rings through our minds; remoter senses are reached; these begin to sound and to comment and we are aware of echoes and reflections. The intensity of poetry covers an immense range of emotion. We have only to compare the force and directness of

I shall fall like a tree, and find my grave, Only remembering that I grieve,

with the wavering modulation of

Minutes are numbered by the fall of sands, As by an hour glass; the span of time Doth waste us to our graves, and we look on it; An age of pleasure, revelled out, comes home At last, and ends in sorrow; but the life, Weary of riot, numbers every sand, Wailing in sighs, until the last drop down, So to conclude calamity in rest,

or place the meditative calm of

whether we be young or old, Our destiny, our being’s heart and home, Is with infinitude, and only there; With hope it is, hope that can never die, Effort, and expectation, and desire, And something evermore about to be,

beside the complete and inexhaustible loveliness of

The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside—

or the splendid fantasy of

And the woodland haunter Shall not cease to saunter When, far down some glade, Of the great world’s burning, One soft flame upturning Seems, to his discerning, Crocus in the shade,

to bethink us of the varied art of the poet; his power to make us at once actors and spectators; his power to run his hand into character as if it were a glove, and be Falstaff or Lear; his power to condense, to widen, to state, once and for ever.

“We have only to compare” — with those words the cat is out of the bag, and the true complexity of reading is admitted. The first process, to receive impressions with the utmost understanding, is only half the process of reading; it must be completed, if we are to get the whole pleasure from a book, by another. We must pass judgment upon these multitudinous impressions; we must make of these fleeting shapes one that is hard and lasting. But not directly. Wait for the dust of reading to settle; for the conflict and the questioning to die down; walk, talk, pull the dead petals from a rose, or fall asleep. Then suddenly without our willing it, for it is thus that Nature undertakes these transitions, the book will return, but differently. It will float to the top of the mind as a whole. And the book as a whole is different from the book received currently in separate phrases. Details now fit themselves into their places. We see the shape from start to finish; it is a barn, a pigsty, or a cathedral. Now then we can compare book with book as we compare building with building. But this act of comparison means that our attitude has changed; we are no longer the friends of the writer, but his judges; and just as we cannot be too sympathetic as friends, so as judges we cannot be too severe. Are they not criminals, books that have wasted our time and sympathy; are they not the most insidious enemies of society, corrupters, defilers, the writers of false books, faked books, books that fill the air with decay and disease? Let us then be severe in our judgments; let us compare each book with the greatest of its kind. There they hang in the mind the shapes of the books we have read solidified by the judgments we have passed on them — Robinson Crusoe, Emma, The Return of the Native. Compare the novels with these–even the latest and least of novels has a right to be judged with the best. And so with poetry — when the intoxication of rhythm has died down and the splendour of words has faded, a visionary shape will return to us and this must be compared with Lear, with Phèdre, with The Prelude; or if not with these, with whatever is the best or seems to us to be the best in its own kind. And we may be sure that the newness of new poetry and fiction is its most superficial quality and that we have only to alter slightly, not to recast, the standards by which we have judged the old.

It would be foolish, then, to pretend that the second part of reading, to judge, to compare, is as simple as the first–to open the mind wide to the fast flocking of innumerable impressions. To continue reading without the book before you, to hold one shadow-shape against another, to have read widely enough and with enough understanding to make such comparisons alive and illuminating — that is difficult; it is still more difficult to press further and to say, “Not only is the book of this sort, but it is of this value; here it fails; here it succeeds; this is bad; that is good”. To carry out this part of a reader’s duty needs such imagination, insight, and learning that it is hard to conceive any one mind sufficiently endowed; impossible for the most self-confident to find more than the seeds of such powers in himself. Would it not be wiser, then, to remit this part of reading and to allow the critics, the gowned and furred authorities of the library, to decide the question of the book’s absolute value for us? Yet how impossible! We may stress the value of sympathy; we may try to sink our identity as we read. But we know that we cannot sympathise wholly or immerse ourselves wholly; there is always a demon in us who whispers, “I hate, I love”, and we cannot silence him. Indeed, it is precisely because we hate and we love that our relation with the poets and novelists is so intimate that we find the presence of another person intolerable. And even if the results are abhorrent and our judgments are wrong, still our taste, the nerve of sensation that sends shocks through us, is our chief illuminant; we learn through feeling; we cannot suppress our own idiosyncrasy without impoverishing it. But as time goes on perhaps we can train our taste; perhaps we can make it submit to some control. When it has fed greedily and lavishly upon books of all sorts — poetry, fiction, history, biography–and has stopped reading and looked for long spaces upon the variety, the incongruity of the living world, we shall find that it is changing a little; it is not so greedy, it is more reflective. It will begin to bring us not merely judgments on particular books, but it will tell us that there is a quality common to certain books. Listen, it will say, what shall we call this? And it will read us perhaps Lear and then perhaps the Agamemnon in order to bring out that common quality. Thus, with our taste to guide us, we shall venture beyond the particular book in search of qualities that group books together; we shall give them names and thus frame a rule that brings order into our perceptions. We shall gain a further and a rarer pleasure from that discrimination. But as a rule only lives when it is perpetually broken by contact with the books themselves–nothing is easier and more stultifying than to make rules which exist out of touch with facts, in a vacuum — now at last, in order to steady ourselves in this difficult attempt, it may be well to turn to the very rare writers who are able to enlighten us upon literature as an art. Coleridge and Dryden and Johnson, in their considered criticism, the poets and novelists themselves in their considered sayings, are often surprisingly revelant; they light up and solidify the vague ideas that have been tumbling in the misty depths of our minds. But they are only able to help us if we come to them laden with questions and suggestions won honestly in the course of our own reading. They can do nothing for us if we herd ourselves under their authority and lie down like sheep in the shade of a hedge. We can only understand their ruling when it comes in conflict with our own and vanquishes it.

If this is so, if to read a book as it should be read calls for the rarest qualities of imagination, insight, and judgment, you may perhaps conclude that literature is a very complex art and that it is unlikely that we shall be able, even after a lifetime of reading, to make any valuable contribution to its criticism. We must remain readers; we shall not put on the further glory that belongs to those rare beings who are also critics. But still we have our responsibilities as readers and even our importance. The standards we raise and the judgments we pass steal into the air and become part of the atmosphere which writers breathe as they work. An influence is created which tells upon them even if it never finds its way into print. And that influence, if it were well instructed, vigorous and individual and sincere, might be of great value now when criticism is necessarily in abeyance; when books pass in review like the procession of animals in a shooting gallery, and the critic has only one second in which to load and aim and shoot and may well be pardoned if he mistakes rabbits for tigers, eagles for barndoor fowls, or misses altogether and wastes his shot upon some peaceful cow grazing in a further field. If behind the erratic gunfire of the press the author felt that there was another kind of criticism, the opinion of people reading for the love of reading, slowly and unprofessionally, and judging with great sympathy and yet with great severity, might this not improve the quality of his work? And if by our means books were to become stronger, richer, and more varied, that would be an end worth reaching.

Yet who reads to bring about an end, however desirable? Are there not some pursuits that we practise because they are good in themselves, and some pleasures that are final? And is not this among them? I have sometimes dreamt, at least, that when the Day of Judgment dawns and the great conquerors and lawyers and statesmen come to receive their rewards — their crowns, their laurels, their names carved indelibly upon imperishable marble — the Almighty will turn to Peter and will say, not without a certain envy when he sees us coming with our books under our arms, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have loved reading.”

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Virginia Woolf (25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941) was an English writer.

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Piece originally published in The Common Reader, by Virgina Woolf, 1935. Now in the public domain.

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