Chiswick House + Gardens

I went to Chiswick in West London because each free day I have, I'm trying to take full advantage of. I hadn't been to Chiswick that I could ever remember and one of my favourite fashion bloggers is from the area. The chance to run into a stylish online-lady I adore plus getting to explore somewhere new seemed like a double-win! 

Also, rowing. But we'll talk about that later. 

As soon as I rolled up to Turnham Green tube station, everything got very...still? It seemed like I had stepped back in time and was walking the streets of my former neighbourhoods in Stukley Meadows or Godmanchester, just like young Tara used to do. There were a few families out in Chiswick's many parks. There was a cricket match on that I stopped to watch for a bit {my cricket knowledge is getting so good thanks to following the New Zealand cricket}. There were elderly couples eating brunch outside cafes on the main road. But it seemed so much quieter than London even on Chiswick High Street. It felt strange that I was still in the Greater London area. 

Half way through my day, I went to Chiswick House and Gardens. The gardens are thought to be the origin of the English Landscape Movement. After hearing this, I had to see them for myself. The day was sunny and admission to the house and its green manicured lawns are FREE of charge.

What more could I ask for?

What. A. Treat. 

The gardens were filled with benches to rest on, trees that provided shade on an unusually bright English day, and...silence. Peace and quiet. No police sirens. No drunk South Bank students yelling. No nearby train humming along the tracks late into the night. Just a shot of nature and a dose of sunshine. 

I found a tree to rest under after spending an hour walking around every pathway and over every stone bridge I stumbled upon. I laid down on my rain jacket {which I didn't need once!} and rested. Looked up at the trees and watched a little boy trying to figure out how to make his kite fly {he kept tripping over the tail}. I wrote in my notebook. I shut my eyes and there was an overwhelming scent of lavender. 

Peaceful is the word I'd use. It was really peaceful. There wasn't a lot going on at Chiswick House like there had been in St. James's Park or the Jubilee Gardens. There weren't performers or a plethora of picnics happening. As you can see in the pictures, there were just a few families enjoying the sun. 

There were also ducks, geese, swans, and the ringleader of all the "Devil birds": pigeons. Luckily, there weren't any on the main lawn where I took sanctuary, but there were heaps along the canal. I braved it and even managed to summon enough courage to take the above picture.

I suppose you could say I'm just an everyday hero, facing fears and taking no prisoners.

Time quickly passed. I realised I had spent nearly 4 hours strolling and thinking in the calm, and I still had more of Chiswick to see. So I got moving. 

I love an interesting city. A city has most everything easily accessible. There's always something going on, always something new popping up.  History, a food scene, sporting culture-- whatever it is that floats your boat, you can almost guarantee you can find it in a city. And London is great, don't get me wrong. I do love London. 

But man, I love nature. I love mountains and rivers and blue sky and the whole lot. I have {arleady} missed my mom's large yard and Poppy running around like a mad dog through the Magnolia trees. 

I hit the ground sprinting after arriving here, so Chiswick House and Garden was a total delight. It's a lovely feeling knowing that this little slice of {silent} paradise exists only a swipe of my Oyster card away. 


Street address: Burlington Lane, Chiswick, London W4 2RP

Cost of admission: Free

Nearest tube station: Turnham Green {District Line}