I first read George Orwell’s Coming Up for Air when still at school in Torquay and the book made a strong
impression on me. It was the effect of the vivid and gritty description of George
Bowling’s life and times just before the Second World War, his feeling of being
trapped and needing to escape, and Orwell’s fascination for Nature that impressed me. I could certainly identify with the latter, if not the other two aspects,
and this section in Coming Up for Air
must have had a special appeal:
“...Why don’t people,
instead of the idiocies they do spend their time on, just walk around looking at things? That pool, for
instance - all the stuff that’s in it. Newts, water-snails, water-beetles,
caddis-flies, leeches, and God know how many other things that you can only see
with a microscope. The mystery of their lives, down there under water. You
could spend a lifetime watching them, ten lifetimes, and still you wouldn’t
have got to the end of that pool. And all the while the sort of feeling of
wonder, the peculiar flame inside you. It’s the only thing worth having, but we
don’t want it.”
I was always fascinated
with looking at marine and freshwater creatures - in their natural habitat, in
aquarium tanks, and under the microscope - the same fascinations that had inspired
the wonderful Philip Henry Gosse, also a resident of Torbay, a hundred years
before. However, it was much later that the work of Gosse was to play a role in my life.
Dominic Cavendish describes Orwell’s attitude to Nature, as
expressed in Coming Up for Air, in an essay published by Orwell Society [1]:
“There
should be no disbelieving the rapture that Bowling feels in the presence of
nature – rapture recalled as a child, and rapture re-experienced as an adult.
It’s a rapture we know Orwell experienced in his own childhood, and the book is
imbued with the writer’s fondness for flora and fauna – and fishing. “
When
George Bowling “escaped” from his day-to-day life to visit his old home town of
Lower Binfield after twenty years, it was the changes in buildings, landscape
and people that fuelled his disappointment. That, and the recognition that the
carp pond that he had discovered as a boy, but never fished, and which he was so keen to fish
now, had been transformed into a rubbish dump. The whole experience was
disillusioning and yet:
“The beech trees seemed just the same. Lord,
how they were the same! I backed the car onto a bit of grass beside the road,
under a fall of chalk, and got out and walked. Just the same. The same
stillness, the same great beds of rustling leaves that seem to go on from year
to year without rotting. Not a creature stirring except the small birds in the
tree tops which you couldn’t see. It wasn’t easy to believe that that great noisy
mess of a town was barely three miles away.”
A
few years ago, I felt a need to go back to Torbay and my first reactions on
visiting after two decades were superficially similar to those of George
Bowling on returning to Lower Binfield. There were indeed many changes to the
towns in the Bay and these were not for the better. Everything seemed much
tackier than I remembered it, although my memories must be coloured by both time
and nostalgia. However, a walk along the coast, using the same footpaths I had
used as a boy, brought me to an unchanged landscape of coves, headlands and
woods. There was Saltern Cove (see below), where I spent several days in the 1960s revising
inorganic chemistry, while sitting in the warm sun. I was only kidding myself
that I was revising, for my mind was always venturing off into some dream, and
the biology of the rock pools, and the interesting geology of the Cove, were
much too great a diversion. Now, there is no chemistry to revise, no
examinations to pass, and certainly no need for any escape. My Coming Up for Air is a wonderfully
positive experience and one which I look forward to each year, if at all
possible. It gives me a sense of the continuity of the coastal landscape and of
the plants and animals which are found there. A feeling that the Nature of my
childhood, so important to me then, is alive and well, despite all the adverse
changes nearby. Unfortunately, I don’t have Orwell’s writing skills, so I
cannot put it better than that.
[1] http://www.orwellsociety.com/2011/11/06/coming-up-for-air-revisited/