Taking Milton’s Cottage By Storm – Emi S

Taking Milton’s Cottage By Storm – Emi S

Last Monday, Y13 English Literature students went on an outing to Milton’s Cottage in Buckinghamshire – the very Milton who wrote the English epic poem, Paradise Lost. After discovering Mr Hodson wasn’t actually allowed to drive the school minibuses, another (more qualified) member of the English department was roped into spending the day with us: Mr Gould. Not entirely happy with being torn away from his day of teaching his beloved English Language lessons, Mr Gould was soon placated by Mr Hodson’s promise of an upgraded lunch. The lunch in question consisted of freshly baked sourdough, 10-hour pulled pork, and ‘shaved’ fennel ‘slaw . By contrast, we had the obligatory cheese bun baggy meal.

Upon arrival (after listening to the nation’s favourite classical bangers on the way) we arrived at Milton’s Cottage, which was situated in the sleepy village of Chalfont Saint Giles – think Hot Fuzz. However, we noticed the presence of Milton’s Indian Restaurant just over the road, which set our stomachs rumbling for some chicken tikka and a naan; to everyone’s dismay, it was closed. This left us to devour our cheese rolls in Milton’s garden, which inspired much of his description of the Garden of Eden. He even had a statue of Eve and a serpent coiled around an apple tree… talk about dedication.

There were actual apples on the tree

After devouring our scran in Milton’s picturesque garden (and eyeing up the fresh sourdough that was devoured in seconds), we received an in-depth tour into Milton’s life and political works, such as his defence of the execution of Charles I, attack on censorship, and advocacy for divorce. We were even allowed to raid the gift shop, many of us buying normal touristy things like postcards and pencils – Denis bought a jar of Milton’s honey, which he proceeded to put in his cheese roll.

1st editions of Paradise Lost & Paradise Regained
Denis with his honey and cheese roll

After piling into the back of the minibus after having exhausted the village’s attractions (consisting of a bakery and a pub – NB. we did not actually go in the pub), we settled down to catch some Zs. Mr Hodson’s blood began to boil after we suggested we stop at KFC, but Mr Gould was driving, so he didn’t have much choice in the matter. It definitely an improvement on the baggy meals, one student reportedly seeking profit by buying people back house KFC with 20% commission. Given this is morally questionable and potentially in breach of regulations, I must emphasise it is merely a rumour.

All in all, a great trip and definitely something look forward to next year if you’re taking A-level English Lit. Maybe Mr Hodson will pass his minibus driving test in time too.