Monday, 5 August 2019

Kinver Edge and the Rock Houses

I genuinely thought, as I set off on my 185th scone mission, that the National Trust couldn't really surprise me anymore. Don't get me wrong; every property has its own scandalous story or architectural quirkiness that makes it unique, but there's definitely a pattern when you visit stately houses or moorland or archaelogical remains in a big field.

I probably should have known that Kinver Edge and the Rock Houses would be different. For one thing, it sounds more like a band than a National Trust property - 'GIVE IT UP GLASTONBURY! ALL THE WAY FROM KIDDERMINSTER, IT'S KINVER EDGE AND THE ROCK HOUSES!' - but I hadn't really given the place much thought. I'd seen some photos and couldn't grasp what I was actually looking at, so I think I just stopped thinking about it at all.

And then I got to Kinver Edge and realised that it's even weirder in real life than it is in the photos. On the one hand you have huge red sandstone cliff-faces that belong in the Grand Canyon or in films like The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. But instead of finding rattle snakes or Clint Eastwood shooting at you, there's a quaint little English cottage porchway sticking out as if you're walking down a street in Devon. You're more likely to meet Miss Marple than Lee Van Cleef.

I did not Photoshop this and it's not two photos joined together.
It's a cottage that has been built into the rock.
It really is the strangest thing:


The volunteer guides were excellent, as is the guidebook. From them I managed to learn a bit of the history of the area: 
  • Kinver Edge is an outcrop of rock, two miles long, on the Staffordshire-Worcestershire border.
  • There has been human habitation on the Edge for a very long time - an Iron Age hill fort can be found on the very top.
  • Nanny's Rock, on the west-facing cliff, was home to Margaret of the Foxearth who died in 1617. Nothing more is known about her unfortunately but with a name like that she'd have been great on keyboards in the band.
  • Holy Austin Rock (I don't want to overdo the band thing here but yeah, drummer) might have been a hermitage for a monk at one point - what is known is that by 1861 there were 11 families living there.
  • Kinver village was home to a thriving iron industry in the 19th century - it only lasted 50 years but brought many workers to the area who needed a home, hence the rock houses were inhabited by a large number of people.
  • Some of the rock houses were natural caverns but others were excavated to provide houses, the sandstone being easy to chisel away when more space was required.
Kinver rock house interior
  • In 1917, 200 acres of land on Kinver Edge were given to the National Trust by the Lee family who had bought it specifically to hand it over for preservation.
  • It was one of the first 'open space' properties that the NT took on.
  • The last family to leave the rock houses moved out in the late 1950s when the property was considered unfit for habitation.
  • That particular family had lived in the Upper Houses on Holy Austin; the Middle Level and Lower Level had been abandoned earlier, although tea and cakes had been served to visiting 'trippers' on the Lower Level until 1967.
  • In the late 1980s the rock house sites were deteriorating and big decisions had to be made on what to do with them. Holy Austin was chosen as the site for restoration and is the area that can be visited today.
Kinver Rock House Kitchen


As I wandered around, wondering if I was in the Mojave Desert or 12 miles from Wolverhampton, I knew one thing for certain: the scone was going to be terrible. It just seemed so unlikely that they'd have any facilities for proper catering. 

In fact, I was surprised that they even had any scones, but they did, and so I bought one and carried it into the tiny little tea garden where I was joined by about 3,000 enthusiastic wasps. 

Ha, I thought, this looks a little bit more like a rock bun than a scone. How very apt. And then I took a bite and it was a brilliant scone. It was crisp and tasty, a conclusion that the 3,000 wasps agreed with. I was so happy that I cut off a chunk of scone, loaded it with jam, and let my waspy companions roll around gleefully in it.  

Kinver Edge scone

So there you have it. If you haven't seen Kinver Edge and the Rock Houses live you must go immediately. 

Kinver Edge and the Rock Houses: 5 out of 5 (I'd give it more if I could)
Scone: 5 out of 5
Score for the jam from the entire wasp community of the West Midlands who joined me on today's visit: 5 out of 5

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