Over the weekend we drove through beautiful countryside to visit a dear friend, Catherine, who is a brewer in a local pub. She’s taught me about hops and coppers, carmelised barleys and the whole alchemy – we will tell you the story sometime! We took a walk along miller’s streams in the Worthies, pottered about the vintage market in Winchester, and shared a gorgeous meal at a pub with an enviable potager in West Meon. The last afternoon we looked round the astonishing Petworth House. Its galleries, architecture and park are all quite incredible, but it’s the kitchens that I adore.
The kitchens boast a copper batterie de cuisine of a thousand pieces. I believe them. Copperware all over. There are fascinating relics preserved by the National Trust in every room, the scullery, the pastry room, the larder, the servants quarters. You’ll know by now that I was in heaven. I can only imagine the dinner parties that were thrown in such a place, a shame Turner didn’t paint those too. Petworth has a gorgeous park, one cannot blame him for painting outside.
Now I must go look at the kitchen being spring cleaned.