THE REAL NARNIA!
Celebrate 70 years of The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe by stepping into the magical landscapes that inspired C.S. Lewis
SEVENTY years ago, a girl walked through a wardrobe into a land called Narnia. Little girls and boys have been n trying to find their way there ever r since The Lion, The Witch And The e Wardrobe, by C. S. Lewis, was published d in October 1950.
Grown-ups, too. But I haven’t been n scratching around in wardrobes; not even n in the Lewis family wardrobe, which found d its way to a college in Wheaton, Illinois.
There are other ways to find Narnia. It t just requires legwork.
I have been painstakingly recreating the e walks C. S. Lewis took in his native Ireland d and his adopted England. He loved walking. His great friend, fellow Oxford don and fellow author J. R. R.Tolkien complained about the ‘ruthless’ pace C. S. ‘Jack’ Lewis set.
Luckily for me, Lewis also loved his beer. A walk wasn’t a walk if it didn’t finish at an inn — and I’ve had a jolly time discovering which of his favourite hostelries are still standing.
STARTING IN THE SURREY HILLS
TO FIND Narnia, I started in Surrey. During World War I, the teenage C. S. Lewis lived in a cottage called Gastons, in the village of Great Bookham, near Leatherhead, with his tutor, a fierce character named W. T. Kirkpatrick.
In November 1914 he wrote to a friend about a heavy snowfall that was covering the pinewoods near the house: ‘ One almost expects a march of dwarves to come dashing past!’
At around this time, an odd image occurred to him: that of a faun—a mythological creature, half-human, half goat — walking through a wood carrying a brown paper parcel and an umbrella. That was the seed for the whole Narnia series: the first character Lucy meets i s Mr Tumnus, a faun carrying parcels and an umbrella. And Kirkpatrick became Professor Kirke, the eccentric owner of the house where t he children’s adventures begin.
Gastons is long gone, replaced by a suburban cul-de-sac called Fairlawn. But the Surrey Hills around which Lewis tramped are untouched — and what a discovery they will be for anyone who had the i mpression the county was all f ootballers’ mansions and golf clubs.
A friend and I walked 12 miles from Sutton Abinger to Friday Street, up Leith Hill and Holmbury Hill. We saw seven cars in that time — and one pub that Lewis surely enjoyed: The Abinger Hatch.
HuRTWood Inn, Peaslake, Surrey — unpretentious inn in a sweet village; from £121 B&B (hurtwoodinn.com).
OPENING THE DOOR ON ENCHANTING BELFAST
C. S. LEWIS was born in Belfast in 1898. The Narnia business is going strong i n Northern Ireland, whereas VisitEngland seems uninterested in an author who has sold more than 100 million books.
I recommend Sandy Smith’s C. S. Lewis tour. It begins in the author’s birthplace of Dundela
(then a village, now a suburb of Belfast) and ends, fittingly, in C. S. Lewis Square. It’s a cheerful place, an inner city children’s playground dotted with Narnia sculptures, including Aslan (below). The highlight is Ross Wilson’s Wardrobe s culpture, which captures all the magic of that first entry into another world.
DEEPER INTO RURAL IRELAND
ROSTREVOR is a village deep in the Mountains of Mourne in the south of County Down. It was a favourite holiday destination of the Lewis family — and now a Narnia Trail has gone up in the local park. I expected to feel sniffy about it but the hidden sculptures of castles, beavers and lions are delightful and, if I were a few feet shorter and several decades younger, would be genuinely thrilling.
Grown-ups should walk the Cloughmore Trail, starti ng a t enminute drive above Rostrevor. The pinewoods lead to a landscape of grani t e boulders and heather, with wonderful vi ews of t he coast and borderlands. You half expect a talking badger to emerge, especially if you have been enjoying the fine beer at the Rostrevor Inn.
Then head northeast to take a journey along the Antrim coast. Lewis loved the seaside village of Castlerock: he and his brother Warnie would brave the seas there that were freezing even in August.
But the real jewel is near the village of Bushmills: Dunluce Castle. This imposing medieval ruin stands high on the cliffs overlooking sparkling waters and long sandy beaches.
Several Lewis scholars believe — as I do — that Dunluce is the model for Cair Paravel, where the four children of the Narnia stories reign as kings and queens.
The rostrevor Inn, rostrevor, Co Down — a proper Irish pub run by a C. s. Lewis expert; from £80 B&B (therostrevor inn.com). Closed for Northern Ireland temporary lockdown until November 13.
BUshMILLs Inn, Bushmills, Co Antrim — characterful and cosy, the best hotel on the coast; from £130 B&B (bushmillsinn. com). Closed until November 13.
BLACKroCK house, Portrush, Co Antrim — a contemporary, well-run B&B; from £150 B&B (blackrockbandbportrush.com). Closed until November 13.
NARNIA IN THE HOLYWOOD HILLS
JUST ten miles northeast of Belfast, Crawfordsburn is a sweet seaside village in t he Holywood Hills. Walking along the sunny, sandy shore, I thought of the Lone Islands in The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. The Crawfords - burn Inn was a favourite haunt of C. S. Lewis’s. He returned in 1958 with his wife, Joy, for a belated honeymoon.
Joy had less than two years to live and they were (in his words) ‘drunk on blue mountains, yellow beaches [and] dark fuchsia’. It is a poignant place to remember the most unlikely of middle-aged love stories, captured (sort of) in the film Shadowlands.
MAKING PEACE IN MALVERN
LEWIS didn’t find much enchantment in England. ‘Featureless ... imprisoning, suffocating!’ was the verdict of this boy of cliffs, loughs and beaches as he took the train south from Liverpool.
He was miserable at school in Watford and at Malvern College. But it was after tramping in the Malvern Hills that he ‘made his peace’ with the English countryside, and he would return to Malvern frequently.
I walked up to the Worcestershire Beacon above the town of Malvern with an old schoolfriend — he a Lord Of The Rings nut, me a lifelong devotee of Narnia.
At the end of the trail, we found The Unicorn pub and the very table where Tolkien and Lewis sat.
All over Malvern are distinctive Victorian gas lamps, which local historians claim inspired the one in Lucy’s wood. Mind you, Sandy Smith also showed me a ‘Narnia’ l amppost outside Campbell College in Belfast.
From the 1,400 ft summit of the Beacon you can see 13 counties: west to Herefordshire and the Welsh borders, south to Somerset, east to Salisbury Plain and into Oxfordshire, Lewis’s home from the 1920s until his death in November 1963.
In the books, the children twice cross Narnia — once on the back of the lion Aslan and once on a flying horse. If I had a flying horse, this is where we’d take off: the true Narnian heartland.
CoTTAGe in the Wood, Malvern — best views, walks and food in the area; from £104 B&B (cottageinthewood.co.uk).