Since having been advised that we would be visiting a Georgian townhouse in the Edinburgh New Town I’d been harbouring a restrained excitement – for it would not be fitting to over-enthuse that expectation; it would not, in fact, be fitting to over enthuse in any way whatsoever. Such behaviour would never do ……
Throughout the visit, that quality of propriety was ever present. From the outside one could not help but be duly impressed by the buildings calculated authority. Stones, laid almost 200 years ago, and set at the time sharp and true, remained so; not a crack nor a slip in sight. Some discolouring perhaps, but like grey hairs gracing a gentleman’s temple, such discolouring only added to the impression: of something un-fathomably wise, being wiser yet. And as for the composition of the facade as a whole? Unquestionably, a visage, refined, in benevolent austerity. There were no overtly ornate nor unnecessary nods to the classical sources and motifs from which the building was derived, but rather those more subtle observances, and the more fundamental lessons: of proportion and hierarchy prevailed.
Inside, this masterclass in refinement persisted, inevitably perhaps on account of the inherent qualities of the original Georgian tenets: the proportions of the spaces, imbued so with due consideration, lending an air of grandness, in even the smallest spaces. The organisation too, emphasised that inherent refinement, rightly paralleled by the lifestyle exemplified by the piano nobile, all fed from the outset by the generous accolade of entrance hall and stair, the latter sensuously curving delightfully upward to the conclusion of the oval roof-light, set so low as almost to draw the sky down by invitation, into the building.
If that were all, I doubt any other contender would have been able to match this buildings implicit elegance; that it had been re-furnished and decorated in contemporary fashion equal to the buildings ever so immutably sophisticated fabric – and indeed, to have met the demand to do so – only confirmed what was almost transparent from the outset: that this was a home, in a class above.
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That peculiar trepidation prior to the visit had been rewarded therefore, for this home proved to be a signal lesson in consideration, certainly of the trappings of living, but more so, of the fundamentals inherent in any building: the relative height, width, and depth of spaces, fittingly measured and composed. One would not accept ill-fitting clothes, nor ill-fitting furniture, nor ill-fitting tools nor ill-fitting vehicles; why then accept anything other than fitting spaces, especially in one’s own habitat?
Michael Angus (Jan 2021)