I've posted before about the 'lost house' at Milner Field, a grand Victorian mansion built in the 1870s as a family home for Titus Salt Jnr. (See HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE.) I'd read that over the past year or so a group of people had taken it upon themselves to start to excavate the site. I thought I'd go and look what they'd done. I've not been up there for over a year so I'd not seen any of their hard work - and wow, what a difference they've made. We can skirt around the knotty issue of whether they should be excavating at all... They maintain that the site is owned by a dormant company, is lying neglected and that it should be 'cared for' and rediscovered. Others perhaps disagree and think it should be explored only by professional archeologists or left alone to be reclaimed by nature as has been happening since most of it was demolished in the 1950s. Nevertheless, what has been uncovered is fascinating.
Here are the remains of the grand arched entrance that led to the house from the carriage drive that comes up through the woods from Saltaire. The arch opened into a large courtyard in front of the main doorway to the house. Here, visitors would be helped from their carriages and welcomed into the house, before the horses were led away to be stabled. Visitors included, in 1882, Their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess of Wales, the future King Edward VII and Queen Alexandra.
A fireplace and its yellow tiled hearth in the kitchen:
At the other end of the house, the mosaic floor of the huge conservatory has been visible for years but has been cleared of weeds and swept, so that you can now see its outline much better.
The long corridor - the orangery - between the house and the conservatory has been unearthed:
as has the doorway that led back into the main house:
These steps were part of the garden, leading up to long-vanished lawns. In the intervening years trees have taken over the whole site, roots writhing through the old stonework. It's not clear what the plans are once all these areas have been uncovered. It is and remains quite a dangerous site, and the digging may well be leaving some of the trees in a more precarious position than when there was more soil to root into... Hopefully the vision for it is a long-term one and not just a whim that people will tire of once the initial excitement has passed.
PS: Since I originally wrote this, I believe that the excavation work has been stopped. The local History Club were against it and it seems the landowners may have stepped in to halt the unauthorised work.
Try Googling 'Milner Field' if you'd like more info and photos. There's quite a lot to see, plus some info on Wikipedia HERE.
I'm adding this old photo of the house just for the record. It's possibly still copyright to somebody, though I think copyright runs out after 70 years and it is older than that. It's a well-known pic. You can see it was a very 'heavy-looking' house, in Victorian Gothic style. The domestic areas that are being excavated are to the right of this photo and the orangery leading to the conservatory is the bit on the far left.
A great place to poke around. Fascinating.
ReplyDeleteGhosts of the past come to mind.
ReplyDeleteI do hope the folks who have started this work have (as you so wisely suggested) a long term plan. So many real archaeological digs are just done on one specific area and are intensive, not spread out from one end of a big house to the other! They dig deep, rather than wide!
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised that no one has come along to shut down this excavation. They must be trying to keep things low key.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of Shelley's OZYMANDIAS.
ReplyDeleteI met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Good poem, Vicki
ReplyDeleteI had to memorize Ozymandias in high school for a presentation.
Wonderful pictures of a haunting place. I vote they keep on exploring as long as they document their process, and take lots of photographs.