How we came to Worcester

children standing on backdoor step in garden

At the end of September 2021, Mr Rixon and I, our two girls and our two cats finally moved out of London. Not to Devon, as long-planned and dreamed, but to Worcester in the Midlands instead.

Back in June, we were in the process of purchasing a house in a pretty little village in Mid Devon, just over the border from Somerset, but after receiving an alarming survey report we decided to pull out of the sale. (The house was made of cob but had been plastered within and rendered without in cement, instead of lime, leaving it in urgent need of major repairs.)

After we had recovered from the disappointment, and following several fruitless weeks of navigating the fast-moving Devon property market online, I began to wonder whether the move was such a good idea after all. Managing without regular visits to and from our families during the Covid-19 lockdowns had made me question the sense of moving to a part of the country at least two and a half hours’ travel away from any relations.

At around the same time, one of my brothers announced that he was moving to Worcester, and hinted that should we be inclined to consider a move in that direction, he might be available for babysitting services. Worcester is just a 45-minute drive or train journey from my home city of Birmingham where my parents still live, while my other brother lives in nearby Bromsgrove with his family. So, after much soul-searching and online researching of train routes, property markets, and schools, we decided to transfer our search for a forever home to the county of Worcestershire.

At first, we thought that we would want to live in a village on the outskirts of Worcester. But all too often the only houses for sale were on busy A roads or were so remote that living there would have required a great deal of driving. We saw one house that came with a five-acre woodland, but the deafening traffic noise immediately vanquished any dreams of glamping and bushcraft businesses. And so we ended up buying the very first property we had seen – a beautiful detached Victorian house in Worcester itself.

Most of the Londoners we told about our change of plans met us with blank or sympathetic looks. Many of them hadn’t even heard of Worcester or, knowing only that Worcestershire Sauce is made in the city, imagined it to be a very industrial, polluted, and densely populated place. Were we sacrificing our dreams of rural life for closer proximity to family then? I don’t think so. Worcester is a small, historical city with a medieval cathedral, the country’s oldest cricket ground, a university, and the River Severn winding through its heart. We are in the peaceful, leafy suburb of St John’s, with a nature trail just five minutes’ walk away, views from our windows of fields, woods and the famous Malvern Hills, and, most wonderfully, a half-acre garden.

Outside the backdoor, there is a courtyard garden with a summerhouse, which I assume is an old washhouse and which I hope will soon become my writer’s retreat; a pond; a biddy lawn with a bench; a Victorian gaslight and lots of plants in crumbling containers. Clematis, roses, Virginia creeper and passionflower tumble over the walls. Beyond a little wrought iron gate lies the larger garden, which consists of a vast lawn, just crying out to be transformed into a wildflower meadow, a grapevine growing over a pergola, and a small planting area, clearly once lovingly tended but these days a little overgrown and wild.

There are also several trees: a large, mature European ash with good treehouse potential; a pseudo acacia; a rowan sapling with pretty pink berries; a squat and sturdy Bramley apple; a crab apple adorned with mistletoe; a cherry whose cultivar I’ve yet to determine; a fig tree; an olive tree; a pear sapling battling pear rust; a magnolia, a small palm and several hazels growing in a hedge.

Built in 1885 and with an EPC (energy performance certificate) of F, the house is in need of much renovation but it is a project that we should be able to take our time over. With so much work ahead of us, both inside and out, it is difficult to know where to begin, so we began with the simplest and easiest way to increase energy performance and reduce electricity bills: changing the light bulbs. So far we’ve swapped around 20 oldschool 40+ watt light bulbs for LED versions around the house.

Major building work will have to wait until the spring, but Mr Rixon (with some help from the girls) has created a little DIY marvel in the living room: he has transformed an alcove into a beautiful arched bookcase.

In the garden, we did what we could for the poor pear tree by removing all the leaves affected by pear rust as this is the only way to manage this fungus. They say that you should live with a new garden for a least a year before doing anything to it but I couldn’t resist planting a few bulbs beneath some of the trees. Time will tell if they come up in spring…

10 thoughts on “How we came to Worcester

  1. Dear Charlotte, this is wonderful news and it seems that you are already setting down your roots! I admit I am a bit envious as you are in a part of the country we love. Before returning here to NI we lived in Ross-on-Wye for about 5 years. We loved our time there and wish we could have stayed. It was not to be. Hereford, like Worcester, has a cathedral and a big river, the Wye and the Severn respectively. I seem to remember a good music shop in Worcester. I’m drawn to cathedrals possibly because I was born a stone’s throw from one here, and prior to living in Ross, we lived in St.Albans (25 years). Your pictures are glorious, not just of Worcester but of the lovely garden which you now have. Blessings to you all. Keep well and stay safe.💐🤗🙋‍♂️

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    1. charlotte rixon

      Thanks, Ashley. This part of the world is lovely, I’m really glad that we’ve ended up here. Ross-on-Wye is beautiful, it must have been an amazing place to live and I remember Hereford very well from a school field trip. Funnily enough, I know St Albans as my husband grew up in the nearby village of Redbourn. I’ve never been to Northern Ireland but my father-in-law lives in Larne so hoping to visit one day – is that anywhere near you? Best wishes to you too!

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      1. Larne (Co.Antrim) we know well enough as it is the port we would use (pre-covid) to cross to Scotland as it’s only a 2-hour ferry journey. We’ve also used it when travelling to northern England. We live in what’s now known as Craigavon (Co.Armagh) basically they have joined two towns together into a city (?). 💐🙋‍♂️


  2. So glad to hear you have pulled off your move out of London Charlotte, and to an historic cathedral city. You will have so much to explore! The pictures are wonderful! The garden is immense and perfect for you to create a wild life friendly area . And perfect too for the little girls to bring their new friends round to play! I’m sure you’re at the planning stage at the moment but I look forward to reading about your projects. Hope you have time to walk on the wonderful Malvern Hills!

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    1. charlotte rixon

      Thanks, Ruth! We have a lot of work ahead of us. I can’t wait to take a walk in the Malvern Hills, but it might have to wait until spring.


  3. Andrea

    Hi Charlotte welcome to Worcester! I have lived here for 20 years. It’s a lovely city. You’re here in time for the Christmas Market too which I’m sure the whole family will enjoy xx

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    1. charlotte rixon

      Thank you, Andrea. So far, we have found Worcester to be a very friendly city. I’m really looking forward to the Christmas Market, I’ve heard great things! x


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