Welcome to John Clare Cottage

Tucked away between Stamford and Peterborough lies the village of Helpston, the home of John Clare (1793-1864). Widely regarded as one of the greatest of the English poets, John Clare lived in the village for his first forty years from 1793 until 1832.

The John Clare Trust purchased John Clare Cottage in 2005, preserving it for future generations. The Cottage has been restored, using traditional building methods, to create a centre where people can learn about John Clare, his works, how rural people lived in the early 19th century and also gain an understanding of the environment.

The Cottage contains examples of his work together with information about his life. Some of the rooms have been returned to the style that would have been found in cottages in the early 19th century in rural England. The gardens have been redesigned and planted with varieties which would have been seen in Clare’s time.

The Cottage shop is the perfect place to buy a memento of your visit - we specialise in John Clare books and local art and craft items. Why not relax in our lovely cafe and try one of our homemade soups, daily specials, or one of our selection of Clare's cakes. 

All cakes and light bites on our menu are made on the premises.

Variations in Visiting Arrangements

John Clare Cottage is used for many events and educational visits, you are advised to check when planning your visit to the Cottage to ensure that it is open to the public and there are no large groups which would detract from your visit. Details of advanced bookings can be found here >>>> 

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LATEST COTTAGE NEWS
Acoustic Cafe

The next Acoustic Cafe will be on Thursday October 17th   . - full details

 

Art in the Cottage

The art exhibition is of works by local artist Jean Edwards
 
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Art in the Dovecote

The current exhibition in the Dovecote is a selection of works by local artist Heather Mizen  
 
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Please Support the Trust

The John Clare Trust is an independent charity . Please support us to help maintain the facilities and develop educational programs.

 

 
To Autumn
 

Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds and storms
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers,
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours
Who in her blooming uniform of green
Delights with samely and continued joy
But give me, Autumn, where they hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can nevet cloy
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,   Wild music softens in thy hollow blooms
Thats more than dear to melancholy minds