It could not be long before we took you to Jane Austen’s house.
Chawton was the place Jane spent her last eight years: the house, where she moved with her mother and sister, provided a quiet and settled backdrop against which she could find, at last, a voice which reached a wider public. Almost all her greatest works were written in this engaging house in a little Hampshire settlement, looking onto the main road which still runs through the village.
It is not a great mansion but a place of modest means, with kitchen and sculleries, a parlour and a drawing-room, and small bedrooms which look out over the neighbouring houses and gardens and the public house opposite.
In every room posies from the garden sit in small pots in the widow sills. The house retains a quiet serenity: you can still see the small round writing table at which Jane wrote every day.
Better, I think, to show you than to tell you.