THE house and garden at La Foce in the Val d’Orcia are a monument to the energy and vision of Antonio and Iris Origo, who bought the estate in 1923. The house was built in the 15th century as a hospice for travellers along the Via Francigena, the ancient road that brought pilgrims from France and England to Rome. It was not an imposing residence when the Origos first set eyes upon it, because its owners for more than a century had been absentee or lazy landlords with no desire to make improvements. Iris described La Foce when she and Antonio first saw the estate: ‘Long ridges of low, bare clay hills—the crete senesi—formed a lunar landscape, pale and inhuman… grey as elephants’ backs, as treeless as the mountains of the moon.’
It is important to understand that the Val d’Orcia is not the Tuscany of enchanted villas, Renaissance churches, affluent villages and vine-rich hillsides. The valley is rugged, wide and open, bitingly cold in winter and drought ridden in summer; the rain that would otherwise make it fertile being stolen by an extinct volcano called Monte Amiata that dominates the south-western skyline. And yet, the Val d’Orcia is now the only agricultural landscape in Tuscany to be recognised as worthy of UNESCO World Heritage status.
Who were the Origos? Marchese Antonio Origo was the half-Russian son of an Italian cavalry officer best known as a painter and sculptor; Iris was the only child of AngloIrish Lady Sybil Cuffe and her American husband, William Bayard Cutting, who died of tuberculosis at the age of 31.
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