Isaac Newton, as every Englsh school child knows, was sitting in the garden when an apple from the tree under which he was sitting dropped beside him.
He thought about it. And then he thought some more. Why do objects always fall vertically? Why not go sideways? Or upwards? Me, I’ve never even wondered about this. It’s just the way things are. But sitting under that apple tree, 350 years ago, Isaac Newton began to work on developing his best-known achievement: the theory of gravity.
Yesterday, we visited the house where Isaac Newton used to live, and saw the apple tree which grew from the ruined trunk of the tree which he sat under. I’m a National Trust volunteer at Fountains Abbey and Studley Royal – more of that in my next post – and we were on a summer ‘works outing’, visiting a couple of properties in Lincolnshire.
And here we were at Woolsthorpe Manor. It’s the farmhouse where Newton was born in 1642, and where he grew up. Isaac was a reflective, head-in-the-clouds sort of child, and it was obvious that he’d never be a useful farmer. His teacher persuaded his mother to let him study at Cambridge University, where he paid his way for some of the time by working as a valet. But in 1665, Cambridge temporarily closed its doors, for fear of the plague.
It was during this time of ‘exile’ that Newton began many of his experiments in the field of optics, astronomy and the laws of motion. He developed the branch of mathematics we know as calculus. And then he left for Cambridge once more, and his career as academic, MP, and warden at the Royal Mint was launched.
Woolsthorpe Manor , as Newton seems to have discovered, is the place to come to be reflective. This is a seventeenth century yeoman farmer’s house, comfortable, unostentatious, and set among a jumble of outbuildings and an apple orchard where that famous tree still stands. In truth, it’s not quite the same apple tree. That was struck by lightning in its old age. But a shoot grew from its ruined trunk, and that’s the specimen we see today, propped, pruned, and generally cossetted to keep it going as long as possible. Other fragments have grown into other trees, as far away as a university in America. The orchard is filled with other ‘babies’ born of the original, against the day that almost-Newton’s-tree finally gives up. The orchard and grass are tended, but not too much, and sitting amongst the apple blossom, with the buttercups and meadow flowers moving gently in the breeze was a fine way to pass the late morning.
There’s the house to see too. A working kitchen, a living area focussed round an enormous hearth, bedrooms – this was a comfortable family home.
Then there’s the Science Discovery centre. Enjoy the chance to play with prisms, to break light up into all the colours of the rainbow before uniting them to white. Experiment with gravity, throwing weighted balls from the top of a tower… and so on. Get in touch with your inner child and learn a lot whilst you’re having fun.
And then go to the coffee shop there, treat yourself to a home-made cake and a nice cup of tea, and sit quietly in the courtyard there, reflecting on your good fortune at being in such a charming, relaxing, yet instructive place.
‘Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night;
God said “Let Newton be” and all was light.’