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Coronavirus Temporary Closure: Please note that Kettle’s Yard House and Gallery will be closed from 17 March 2020. You can keep up to date with the latest information here.

Café, galleries and shop: Tuesday – Sunday 11am – 5pm

House: Tuesday – Sunday 12  – 5pm

Free, timed entry tickets to the House are available at the information desk on arrival or online here.

Last entry to the House is at 4.30pm

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We were delighted to host the annual Ede Dinner for patrons and supporters of Kettle’s Yard in the House in January 2020. This was an opportunity to thank our patrons for their generous support of Kettle’s Yard and to acknowledge that they make our exhibitions programme possible, as well as ensuring that the House continues to remain open and free for all.

Our guest speaker Rowan Williams, Baron Williams of Oystermouth and Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge, gave a wonderful address reflecting on Kettle’s Yard and the role it has played in his life, as well as the work it does for the community in Cambridge.

It was a privilege to hear Rowan speak surrounded by Jim Ede’s collection and it was particularly special to read a poem written by Rowan in 1984 as a birthday present for his wife, Jane, when they were living in Arbury, North Cambridge, and which is reprinted below.

Kettle’s Yard [1]

4 March 1984

Pebbles and sea-light,
drift of grain across an ebbing floor,
land’s end. The wind is sharp as gulls
past David’s Pembroke window,
lettering the stars across
a winter wall.

The gods are grey
and concave, finger-printed into hollow eyes,
their stones warm ash. Fires on the shore
fold when the night drops and we build
the ferns to pack us warm
in crackling beds.

A bell for morning.
Pebbles at dawn push damp and black,
teasing awake. The wind is sharp as gulls,
so up the stairs: the sand swells round
a blunted skull. I wash
my face in stone.

Rowan Williams

[1] The unique ‘domestic’ Cambridge gallery established by David Jones’s friend Jim Ede.