Mount Edgecombe

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A beautiful and romantic description of Mount Edgecombe from the 1830s.

Well might Sir Robert Ker Porter exclaim “ Mount Edgecombe is the paradise of England.” With the wave at its foot and the cloud very frequently on its summit, it is invested with an inexpreeible feeling of luxuriance and grandeur. Trees of the most varied shapes and foliage clothe its grassy slopes; the gnarled oak, the noble elm, the beech, and the dark fir display their several graces:

In some places long avenues display their imposing regularity, and on others magnificent masses of billowy foliage, disposing the lights and shadows into a thousand picturesque directions, while in certain situations may be perceived so thick an interweaving of branch and bough that the eye can scarcely penetrate into its dark recesses. The mansion, with its octagonal towers and old pinnacles, peering above a sea of leafage, has a fine effect. The summit of the peninsula is crowned by some romantic pines, happily grouped and rising above the rest of the woods in alpine wildness. A thousand tempests from the bosom of the maddened Atlantic have swept over them, but still they keep their lonely watch over the deep.

Guest House in the Plymouth area.