Joshua Windsor: Settling In and Setting Out

With Lincoln in Westminster Square

With Lincoln in Westminster Square

Honors history and classical studies student Joshua Windsor is spending the 2012-2013 year studying abroad as a Libby Finch scholar at Cambridge University, in Cambridge, England.

Lent term, the second term of three, flew by at a head-spinning pace. In frost and damp it began, and just a few days later – or so it now seems – the crocuses were in bloom and the Easter lilies starting up from the soil, roused by Spring’s ‘clarion o’er the dreaming earth’. These past few days have been especially glorious, as the sun finally warms to its work and the earth seems alive and relieved. Now I can comprehend that exclamation of Robert Browning’s – ‘O, to be in England/now that spring is here!’ Now, too, I can foresee what torture awaits; for the student whose busiest time of the year is the spring, the pleasantness of it all can seem almost cruel, as if Mother Nature were mocking the breathless rush from deadline to deadline.

Mid-term deadlines notwithstanding, I was fortunate this past term to enjoy a few day-trips organized by the dean of the College Chapel. The first of these was an excursion to see the massive gathering of swans and various other waterfowl at the Welney Wetland Reserve. A fresh snow made our pre-dawn navigation difficult, but we arrived in time to see the sun rise over the mottled white and grey expanse of the frozen fenland. As the light gained strength and the birds awoke, piecemeal groups of six and seven took off to forage for food in the surrounding fields – for these Icelandic and Siberian migrants England is practically balmy in February. While watching, I struck up a conversation with the British photographer sharing the viewing blind with me. We talked especially of his fascination with the landscapes of the American West and of his confusion at what he considered the ‘violence’ of American culture; but we paused often to watch, entranced, as those majestic birds winged their way toward the day’s labor.

Swans and assorted waterfowl at Welney

Swans and assorted waterfowl at Welney

For the second day-trip a small group from the college went into London. We began at the Victoria and Albert Museum – though one could just as well dub it ‘Britain’s bric-a-brac cabinet’, or some similar title. We were there especially to view the 15th century stained glass windows from the cloisters of the German Mariawald Abbey. (Chapel windows from that same abbey now adorn the College Chapel, thanks to some rather shady dealings in the 18th century). The V&A is vast and wonderful, with reconstructed period rooms and dazzlingly-preserved treasures in constant rotation. Later in the term I returned and dawdled in the Early Modern British section, obsessed over the Raphael Cartoons on loan from Her Majesty the Queen , and managed to see nothing that I had seen before.

In a different way, Westminster Abbey, which was our next stop, is also vast and wonderful. We first attended evensong and then took a tour through the Shrine of St. Edward the Confessor and the royal graves therein, as well as the splendid Henry VII Chapel, the Poet’s Corner, and so on. If there is a geographical center of British identity Westminster Abbey may very well be it. That center (if there really is one) is not uncontested, however. On a later tour of the Houses of Parliament, which sit just opposite the Abbey in the Palace of Westminster, one gathers a sense of venerable and active importance – perhaps due to the ‘moral uplift’ encouraged by Victorian rebuilding following the Fire of 1834, or to the ubiquitous busts of British statesmen which constitute ‘such a great cloud of witnesses’.

The third excursion was into the neighboring county of Norfolk, first to the town of Castle Acre and then to Oxburgh Hall. At Castle Acre are the remains of the motte-and-bailey fortress-home of the de Warrens, a founding Norman family, as well as the ruins of the Castle Acre Priory. Both of these features date from the 12th century, and both in their splendid desolation evoke the words of Thomas Hood:

But in the green ruins, in the desolate walls

Of antique palaces, where Man hath been…

There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

Castle Acre Priory

Castle Acre Priory

Oxburgh Hall, a red-brick Tudor pile surrounded by an ornamental moat, is beautiful as well, though perhaps not so easily categorized in poetical terms. The Bedingfields, its owners, were a famous recusant family, and its 16th century walls once sheltered ‘Bad’ (i.e. Catholic) Queen Mary.

The layers of history visible in England’s material and architectural culture can set an American’s mind to reeling. To juxtapose the Tudor stateliness of Oxburgh with the airy fancy of the high Gothic, or even with the massive sturdiness of the Romanesque (such as at Peterborough Cathedral, where the choir sang this term), is to observe the developing manifestations in stone and iron of a society’s flesh-and-blood experience. In The Hunchback of Notre Dame the Archdeacon, Dom Claude, cries ‘the book will destroy the edifice!’ – it will destroy the ‘the letters of the marble alphabet, the pages of the granite book’. The prescience of Hugo’s Archdeacon is debatable; even so, the richness of what remains – Roman walls and Norman towers, Tudor estates and Victorian brick and iron – makes ‘reading’ it always informative, always intriguing, and sometimes very moving indeed.

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