IN early autumn, Lake Como (Lago Lario or di Como in Italian, Lacus Larius in Latin) looks impenetrable, the water’s surface the colour of liquid onyx. The trees that cling to the lake’s steep limestone and granite banks hold onto the last vestiges of green; many already in a state of transformation, tinged rust red and purple. One morning, I peel back the curtains to find the sky disconcertingly low, clouds immobile, ensnared by jagged mountain tops until the sun builds up enough warmth to burn through them.
The natural lake formed about 10,000 years ago, water filling an inverted Y-shaped groove carved deep into the ground by a glacier. So deep, in fact, that it is Europe’s fifth deepest lake and the deepest outside of Norway (1,345ft at its lowest point).
Lake Como’s location, on an important trade route between the Po and Rhine Valleys, and its subtropical climate attracted the attention of the Romans, who transformed Como, on the southernmost tip, into an economic and manufacturing powerhouse, and the remainder into a popular summer holiday destination. Pliny the Younger (61–113) was born in Como and owned two villas, one in the hills named Tragedy and one next to the water’s edge called Comedy (a nod to theatre convention at the time, which saw actors in tragic roles don high-heeled, lace-up boots and actors in comic roles wear flatter shoes).
Aristocracy, Hollywood royalty and the well heeled (no tragic roles required) still flock to the lake’s shores between May and August, to water ski, sunbathe, socialise and tour the myriad manicured gardens and palatial villas, but more and more visitors can now be spotted in situ long after the official season has ended —a shimmering silver lining to the lockdowns.
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Kitchen garden cook - Apples
'Sweet and crisp, apples are the epitome of autumn flavour'
The original Mr Rochester
Three classic houses in North Yorkshire have come to the market; the owner of one inspired Charlotte Brontë to write Jane Eyre
Get it write
Desks, once akin to instruments of torture for scribes, have become cherished repositories of memories and secrets. Matthew Dennison charts their evolution
'Sloes hath ben my food'
A possible paint for the Picts and a definite culprit in tea fraud, the cheek-suckingly sour sloe's spiritual home is indisputably in gin, says John Wright
Souvenirs of greatness
FOR many years, some large boxes have been stored and forgotten in the dark recesses of the garage. Unpacked last week, the contents turned out to be pots: some, perhaps, nearing a century old—dense terracotta, of interesting provenance.
Plants for plants' sake
The garden at Hergest Croft, Herefordshire The home of Edward Banks The Banks family is synonymous with an extraordinary collection of trees and shrubs, many of which are presents from distinguished friends, garnered over two centuries. Be prepared to be amazed, says Charles Quest-Ritson
Capturing the castle
Seventy years after Christian Dior’s last fashion show in Scotland, the brand returned under creative director Maria Grazia Chiuri for a celebratory event honouring local craftsmanship, the beauty of the land and the Auld Alliance, explains Kim Parker
Nature's own cathedral
Our tallest native tree 'most lovely of all', the stately beech creates a shaded environment that few plants can survive. John Lewis-Stempel ventures into the enchanted woods
All that money could buy
A new book explores the lost riches of London's grand houses. Its author, Steven Brindle, looks at the residences of plutocrats built by the nouveaux riches of the late-Victorian and Edwardian ages
In with the old
Diamonds are meant to sparkle in candlelight, but many now gather dust in jewellery boxes. To wear them today, we may need to reimagine them, as Hetty Lintell discovers with her grandmother's jewellery