Good day to you, fine traveller, and welcome to my Prospect. John’s the name, John Kyrle. After my death I became known in this town as The Man of Ross, a title I’m not unhappy with. I loved Ross and its folk and worked hard to secure for them the best possible existence that could be afforded them. You’ll mark my name about the town, you’ll also see the results of some of my hard work, which is most gratifying some 300 years after I shuffled off this mortal coil.
This is The Prospect, a fine garden, a free place of resort which should ever be a delight and attraction to all frequenting this eminence. I established and opened it in this place in the year of our Lord 1700. But not just a garden, oh no, it was more than that. Watch my film and I’ll reveal all.
I established and opened this place in the year of our Lord 1700: the Prospect, a fine garden, a free place of resort which should ever be a delight and attraction to all frequenting this eminence.
It was a hard task to perform and in the 63rd year of my life there was little hope that I could carry out these great works unaided, but with the help of my trusty band of workers (and not a little cider to keep us all in good humour) I raised fine grass plots herein and other ornaments as we could devise to make the same a free walking space for the people of Ross and all other persons who would resort here for their diversion.
I mention “other ornaments” but if you look about you today you’ll see only my handsome gate posts at the main entrance and one of my smaller gates.
The centre piece of this garden was my fountain – a joy and delight to all who gazed upon it or played in its waters. (I should perhaps say that today you can gaze upon but half of my original Prospect; the other half lies beyond the hotel wall.)
Back to my fountain: I constructed a mighty engine down by the river at One Mill, (by today’s Hope and Anchor pub) and with the aid of my beloved elm trees, whose mighty hollowed-out trunks acted as pipes, water was conveyed up hill to feed my fountain. I can still remember the joy of that day in 1700 when the engine first was caused to work and my handiwork came to life!
Look about you … enjoy what remains of my Prospect … and watch my video.