A modernist terrace overlooking Hampstead Heath, visited by House & Garden in 1957 and 2013

Over 50 years ago, House & Garden featured a terrace of modernist houses on the edge of Hampstead Heath built by a community of architectural enthusiasts; now, a current owner reflects upon his home's colourful history.

The first of the terrace's occupants took up residence in 1956 - and she's still living there today. Subsequent decades witnessed the friends bringing up their families and sharing everything from gardening to nannies. Some years later, the owners were able to purchase an old builder's yard between their gardens and the heath. This idyllic strip of land that slopes down to one of the Hampstead ponds is fondly referred to as the Orchard and has played host to some legendary parties. The Orchard brings the houses together into a community, everyone teaming up for gardening weekends, vegetable growing on the allotment, bonfire nights and celebrations. It was during one of these festivities, to mark the terrace's fiftieth anniversary, that the sense of community and shared history really came home to me. I was showing Bill and Gillian's son around his boyhood home when he walked into the spare room and announced that this was where he'd been born - only in those days it was the kitchen.

The kitchen is now two floors below, but it's this amazing versatility that is one of the house's most extraordinary features; with no load bearing internal walls, it can be organised in various configurations to suit its owner. Indeed, in our house, the kitchen has been moved four times in 50 years, and every house in the terrace is arranged in an entirely different way.

The houses were created by young, cutting-edge architects with the emphasis on quality of design and detailing. By 2005, when we bought our home, it was loved but decidedly tired. The hard corners of modernism had been softened over time, the wood and quarry tiles polished to a rich patina by decades of stockinged feet. In renovating the house, we aimed to bring it up to date while preserving its history and ethos. We retained the original ‘slab’ underfloor heating, well ahead of the times in the mid-Fifties and still working perfectly today. We threw out the Eighties replacement windows, fitting instead vast panels of glass that had to be hoisted over the house and manoeuvred into place by a crane driver operating via a video link. I remember hardly daring to look in case the tons of glass suspended precariously in mid-air fell and demolished the terrace.


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The anxious moments were worth it of course. Through these vast windows, the heath becomes an intrinsic part of the internal space and the world takes on a different perspective. Even time is measured differently, not by the ticking of a clock but by colour–greens or golds, by the quality of light, by the swans clearing the pond of geese in early spring, the first arrival of the cygnets hitching a ride on their parents' backs, plumage turning from grey to white, flying lessons in the autumn, wings flapping like thunder on the final flight away before the cycle begins again and time moves on.

Critics of modernism accuse the movement of being cold and mechanistic; but our eight years in a modernist house have proved quite the opposite and have been filled with memories, warmth and community. We can take comfort in the fact that we're passing on the house into safe hands; good friends are taking it over: an architect and his wife with a young family, who I'm sure will love it for the next generation. I'm in no doubt that Bill and Gillian Howell would approve.