Sunday, 8 March 2009

Staick House


I took the kids swimming this morning, which utterly exhausted me. Then I went back to bed and swore I wasn't going to move for about three days. Damn this black cloud. Saskia came and asked me what was wrong, so I told her I was so tired I didn't know what to do with myself. She said "You can colour with me!" So I did. We spent a happy half an hour sitting in my bed colouring pictures. It was very therapeutic.



Then Mum came up on her way to see Mush. Mush has many names, some more formal than others. I never quite know what to call him, though I've known him all my life. He is a few years older than my Mum, which makes him getting on for 80. He was best friends with Mum's late brother Colin, and he lives in the village they all grew up in. Indeed Mush and Colin never left or got married; they just carried on doing what they'd always done as they got older.


Mush lives in a 600 year old manor house called Staick House, which belonged to his parents before him. To be fair, he only lives in about three rooms of the place. The rest is under dust sheets, left almost exactly as it was when his father died in the 1960s. In many ways the house has fallen into disrepair, particularly on the inside, where ivy is growing through the broken windows and suchlike. The house has always been a focal point for friends to meet up, chat, drink buckets of tea and eat endless biscuits. Years ago there were all night gatherings. The young lads (as they were then) played snooker on the full sized table in the Billiards Room, and stayed overnight in the Train Room (where Mush had a working train track as a child).
Things are a little quieter now, but Mush still gets lots of visitors everyday. We were the first to arrive at 3pm. Mush is a bit nocturnal, so there is no point turning up in the morning. The kids went off to explore the deserted house and look for the resident ghosts. Mum and I sat around the newspaper-laden table, snuggled up to the Aga, and tried to do the crossword with Mush. The kitchen is spectacular in it's dereliction. It hasn't been cleaned or tidied in about 40 years, Visitors have to pick their way through the clutter and inspect the insides of their mugs for delicacies, such as mouse droppings. It is an experience, not for the faint hearted. It is all very organic and no-one stands on ceremony.
We drank tea and ate the requisite out-of-date biscuits that is part of any visit there. Duck arrived, then Simon, then Fliss, and no doubt more have come and gone since we left. (Fliss, I noticed, brought her own mug!) It was a jovial afternoon, where we had a good laugh. Conversation often spirals off into the esoteric and philosophical. I really should make the effort to go more often. It is good for the soul.



6 comments:

  1. I love this post! What a delight! The house is amazing and the visit sounded wonderful. Thanks for the descriptive, entertaining story!

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  2. He's one of life's eccentrics. That's why everyone loves him so much.

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  3. Rachel...I remember Mush and Staick house very well...having grown up in and around Eardisland in the 60's ...We used to gather in his house in the evening and sit and while away many happy hours...an interesting and bright man... I remember his kitchen was always warm with the kettle permanently boiling on the Aga stove...
    I lived for a while in The Cross Inn in the village. With nothing much for young people to do Staick House was a great place for a social gathering I seem to remember.
    IO am sure that Mushty wont remember me, but please send him my kindest regards.
    Stuart Bradley

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  5. P S ....Having just re read your profile and discovered your copious qualifications (and your profession!)...I apologise for any spelling or grammatical (?) errors that may have occurred in my post!
    Cheers
    Stuart
    :)
    PPS The deleted comment above was this one...without the spell check !!!! Talk about paranoia!!!

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  6. Mush is 88 years old.

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