Our entrance into Wales was uneventful. Our first steps into Wales weren’t.

We were blissfully relaxing on the train from London headed to the northern part of Wales. Our debarking point was LLandudno Junction. We thought we knew how to pronounce it but we were not prepared for the Welsh language!!! So when I say we were relaxing, I mean it. The car we were in had plenty of room so I was in a seat by myself, shoes kicked off, stretched out. We pulled into yet another station. I happened to glance out the window and saw the name: LLANDUDNO JUNCTION. I (possibly) yelped,”This is our station!” We made a mad dash to exit (helter-skelter, pell-mell if you understand The Pokey Little Puppy speech). Lois was the first one out and she quickly stopped the conductor and he somewhat annoyedly urged us to hurry. Once she explained why we nearly missed it, he was amiable. We stretched their 30-second stop to at least a 1.5 minutes and found ourselves on the platform, giggling in relief that we didn’t have to back-track from the next stop. And if you’re thinking we were just dumb American tourists that think everyone should make time for them, well, this is the only stop we almost missed! 🙂

We thought it was pronounced Lahn-DAHD-noe. Instead, it sounded closer to London-NOW, only the double L sound is a different sound. Put your tongue in position to say an “L” and then hiss. That’s the starting sound. But…. amid some drama of exiting, we now had a decision to make. Our destination was the nearby town of Conwy (CON-wee, easy to pronounce, PTL!) so we could either walk the mile there, or wait a few minutes to catch another train right into Conwy. We chose the latter.

 

Choosing Conwy was good for several reasons. First, Lois found it in the travel books by Rick Steves. Second, it was a lovely little town. Thirdly, since our next country to visit was Ireland, this was only about an hour from Holyhead where we were going to catch a ferry to Dublin.

We had booked a B&B in Conwy, also recommended in RS’ book. It was a great choice, both for the town and the B&B named Glan Heulog. We contacted our hosts, Stan & Viv,  for directions and they offered to come pick us up. It wasn’t far to their house but with our luggage a ride was most welcome.

 

Glan Heulog is the on the left half of this house.

Since we got in early evening, we got situated in our rooms and then headed back into Conwy for supper. It was so nice to be able to walk into town, since we didn’t have our own transportation. Also, this was a good time to split up for a day’s activities and everyone could have some solo time.

The next morning, Sunday morning we were chatting with Viv, the owner, as we were eating breakfast. We asked about churches and she mentioned a Methodist church, which with the little research we had done, was the one we were planning to attend. She said there is an American lady who is a member of that church and we should be sure to look her up. When we walked in the church, one of the first people we saw was this lady, Sylvia. She came over and introduced herself and seemed delighted to meet us. I think there were a few tears in her eyes. She had to leave to tend some other errands but told us she wanted to talk to us after church. It was an interesting service, a bit more formal than the American Methodist churches. During this service, there was a confirmation ceremony for a young, early-teen girl, as well as a farewell for the pastor and his wife. Also because of the farewell, the church had a carry-in lunch (not sure what they call it). Sylvia insisted we stay for lunch and so we did. We had a delightful time chatting with our table full of ladies. Mrs. Mary was also seated at our table and she told us of growing up in London during WWII. In fact, she wrote a book and sent a signed copy home with us.

B row: Lois, Sylvia, Carolyn

F row: Ruby, Mary, me

Silvia’s father had grown up “black bumper” Mennonite, although he never joined the church. Sylvia had come to the UK for a bit and ended up in Conwy, Wales. In joining a photographer’s group, she met Peter, whom she married. The last evening we were in Conwy, they invited us over for dinner. I didn’t take my camera along so do don’t have photos from that evening. All the more reason to keep a point-and-shoot handy. Lugging a big camera around does get to be a chore at times. They had a lovely place surrounded by beautiful flowers and it is really too bad I can’t show that to you!

Going in circles:

Sunday afternoon and evening we 4 split up and headed out whichever direction we pleased. It is hard to describe how beautifully this stop in our trip was for all of us. We had reached the halfway mark in our 4-week trip. We were all in need of some breathing room. We singles aren’t used to being with people 24/7 like this! 🙂 There was no rain the entire time were in London, and then again in Wales, it was sunny and warm. They said it had rained nearly everyday for the  previous week or two. Being able to enjoy many hours outside without dodging rain was a blessing.

I took a tour of the main part of the castle.

The castle walls encompass much of the town of Conwy. The main castle (above on right), is still quite an interesting sight. It was built from 1283 – 1287, another move by the British to control all of  what is today called United Kingdom.  You can read more of the history HERE.

The walls are higher than they look!

Looking down in the town. You can see the walls in the distance.

The area where the Great Hall had been.

There were lots of pigeons and gulls, flying and cooing and squawking.

And nesting.

The river below the castle is a tidal river, and the difference from low to high tide was significant!

Conwy has the smallest house in Great Britian. I didn’t take time to tour it but Lois said it was quite small. I mean, it’s only 72″ wide and 122″ tall, and that’s including a sleeping loft. Oh, and the last person to live there was 6′ 3″. I wonder how many times he hit his head?

For some reason it was very hazy on this day!

Sunday evening dusk.

Proof we really were there!

We enjoyed some new foods. Lois tried mushy peas on the one restaurant and after sharing a taste, we all wish we would’ve tried it. Mushy peas is made from Marrowfat peas, which are also the peas in Wasabi peas.  You can watch a video on how to make them HERE. So, what are marrowfat peas? Wikipedia says, “Marrowfat peas are green mature peas that have been allowed to dry out naturally in the field, rather than be harvested in their prime of youth like the normal garden pea.” So, if your peas get away from you in your garden, you can still use them and make mushy peas. Here in the South, dried peas are cooked to a soupy consistency so it’s no wonder we liked them.

A drink I loved:

And a kebab meal with fresh chips that was not quite like other kebab meals (shaved meat) but chicken strips grilled.

On Monday we headed out early, way early to catch a train to explore more of Wales. This was unfortunate, because we missed the breakfast served by Stan and Viv at the B&B. And the following morning we were going to leave even earlier, to catch a train to Holyhead, en route to Ireland. So, I reminded them, this is usually why we don’t do B&Bs. Because we don’t slow down enough to get the full B&B benefit! They did leave out bread, jam and water for us to make tea. It wasn’t their fault we missed breakfast but they looked out for us just the same. On the other hand, we only had a few days to see a little bit of Wales so we had to make the most of it.

We took the train south into Snowdonia National Park and saw a lot of wild, mountainous scenery. It was beautiful and rugged and sparsely populated.

We stopped in the town of Betws-y-Coed. Yeah, try pronouncing that one! I’ll give you a hint: It sounds like Betsy Koyd. At the train station there were quite a few shops to browse. Away from the station was a beautiful little town. We found a bakery and bought some pastries and ambled across the small river and ate our breakfast. We meandered back into town and stopped a the church, which was open with no one around. We took the opportunity to sing! 🙂

We got back on the train and headed further south, our next stop being Blaenau Ffestiniog (I know, aren’t these Welsh names just amazing!) This is the area where slate mining is done.

Many if not most houses are roofed with slate. They are cut  similar in style to shingles but are very hard and very durable! Around the town and the mine site are large hills covered with slate refuse.

We four crammed into a little car and disappeared down into the slate cavern.

 This was the first time I’ve ever been underground. And going down in such a tight car is not great for anyone with serious claustrophobia. Thankfully I only have  slight case of it. 🙂 And we were having so much fun that I didn’t think of it very much. Down in the caverns it was cool and damp and dark.

Yeah, it was a little hard to get any good pictures way down. In this room they played some Welsh male choir music. It was beautiful!

Click on this link for a mini trip via Rick Steves to this mining town: Blaenau Ffestiniog.

We had a little extra time before the train returned north so we walked around the town a bit.

View beyond the town:

Another view out the other direction:

And here is where I captured a masterpiece. I call it Slo Mo Sheep Trot. Although I’m considering other titles as well. Like Up Thy Shutter Speed, Sister!  Or, I Don’t Know, Officer, It All Happened So Fast! 

Can’t you just feel the emotion!? 🙂

We certainly didn’t see all of Wales, in fact, we really didn’t even scratch the surface. But it was a lovely time and we were nearly overwhelmed by the beauty, relaxation and the friendly interactions with both our B&B hosts, and Sylvia and Peter. Touring is great, but interacting with people is even better.

Click the link to see a mini tour of Conwy Castle.

Next up: Ireland

We had seen a good bit of England already but there was much we wouldn’t see. Since we hadn’t seen near as much of London as we wanted, it was a bit of decision to decide between an extra day of London and seeing more of England. We decided to take an England-in-a-Day tour offered by Premium Tours. They have a number of different tours but this had the places we most wanted to see.

We had a difficult time finding the right place to join the tour. We didn’t realize there was a Victoria Station for trains (both underground and overground), Victoria Station for local buses, and Victoria Coaches Station. See Chapter Four: Frustrations of London Travel.

So after multiple phone calls and standing at the wrong Victoria Station for buses (the local one) for a while and finally figuring out where to go, we got there at the tail end of loading process. We had a very entertaining tour leader who referred to himself as “Handsome Alan.” That was to be the codeword for getting into the exhibits or on the bus. With big tours, occasionally other tourists will try to gain free entrance by blending in with a big group.

Despite being full of himself, he was funny for one day. Several days in a row of his humor may have to been too much. Driving through London on our way out to the country, he showed us things we would’ve otherwised missed.

Our only view of Harrods of London:

A replica of Queen Elizabeth’s coronation gown in their window:

Such as the street Princess Diana grew up on, her favorite restaurant, etc. We were educated on the “proper” way of pronouncing words like aluminium (a-lu-MIN-ee-um), Keswick (KEZZ-ick), and the Greenwich Time (GREN-itch) “oh, and yeah, time starts and stops in England,” he gloats. “It’s easy”, he’d say. “Get it right. Don’t be embarrassing yourself.” (Of course, we chewed that for the next couple of weeks!) He told us we were going through areas of attacking sheep, and cows that threw boomerangs, and pick-pocketing elderly people. Here are some of the signs he was referring to:

Wonder what he would say about this one? Beware flying motorbikes?? Evil Knieval?

Our first stop, after an hour or more of driving, was Stonehenge.

It is in the middle of a farming country. It is still a puzzle as to its origin and purpose. This kind and size of stone is not found in this area an most likely came from Wales. How did they move it overland that far? Why? Does it have religious significance? Was it a calendar of sorts? At winter and summer solstice, the sun rises at a center point which makes them pretty sure that time has some significance in it’s construction. It is now fenced off so you can see it for free from the road through a chain-link fence, or you can pay admission to walk around it. You can only walk up to it with a special entrance fee, which is usually in the evenings. Unfortunately they implemented those restrictions because tourists were beginning to desecrate it by chipping  away pieces to take along home.

Last winter I was discussing visiting Stonehenge with a local businessman who had been there in December. He mentioned that it was at over-rated but I reminded him that if you consider the unknown details and how important it was to someone to move these enormous multi-ton rocks with very basic equipment 200+ miles to this spot. Summer solstice sunrise is a popular time for attendance. However, I would stay away from it on that date.

In the above photo, the peak sticking up on the tallest rock on the left, was made to fit into a notch cut out of the rock that had been on top.

One of the points of interest was driving through the Cotswalds. Of the 4 main points of interest, this was the least noteworthy. Partly because we had been to other parts of England that were just as pretty and looked similar, partly because we were on a bus and you couldn’t stop when you saw something interesting. And partly too because after jostling along in a bus for an hour, both morning and evening, I got a bit drowsy and a nap felt inviting.

We passed Prince Charles’ “back door” as Handsome Alan said. It was, actually, the back gated entrance to his estate where they live.

We were in Bath (pronounced Bahth) for an hour or 2. It was just enough time to whet the appetite and to only spend time at 1 place. That place, for me, was the Roman Baths. Yes, the Jane Austen Center was nearby as well but we had very little time to see it and the Baths are much more historic, as well as close to our bus stop. Bath, in the Austen Era, was considered the Hollywood of England. The place to see and be seen.

But before we did our touristy stuff we grabbed a quick lunch. We had been hearing about pasties (pronounced pahsteez). It is sort of a hand-held pot pie, the crust like a pie crust, but pinched closed like a turnover. HERE is a recipe that I have pinned but haven’t tried yet, in case you want to get a better idea of what I’m talking about.

I didn’t get very many pictures of this area. It was hustle, hustle, quick see what you want to see. The disadvantage of doing a bus tour instead of driving.

The cathedral to the left, the Roman Baths to the right.

The Roman Baths have recently been uncovered and are thought to be 2,000-ish years old.

The spring water is warm and sulphuric. A lady, centuries ago, had not been able to get pregnant. Very soon after she drank this water, she became pregnant. Hence, it is believed to have healing properties.

 If you’re not into history, you may want to skip this place, because it’s all about history.

Ancient coins found here:

I had a few minutes so I went to the cathedral. A choir from out of town was singing. It was quite a beautiful.

I also skipped a few blocks back to get some pictures of Bath from a bridge we had crossed coming in.

See those houseboats above? There were quite a few canals throughout England and we often saw these type of houseboats. Many were brightly colored. I don’t know if they were holiday (vacation) boats or year-round homes.

I also didn’t get to see Royal Crescent.

photo source

Or if you’re an Austen fan:

photo source

A few scenic shots as we left Bahth.

Next we headed to Stratford upon Avon, aka, the birthplace of William Shakespeare. We first were treated to scones, juice and champagne, as well as a lady giving us a one-act play of one Shakespeare’s works. Not sure which one.

Most of the scones we had, had currants (similar to raisins) in them.

She was good!

As per usual, we couldn’t take any pictures inside. I know they had some interesting stories to tell, but we were 2 weeks into information soaking and of course, you can’t remember even a fourth of everything you hear. And it’s too much fun enjoying it too take notes of everything. There are many things that are best just enjoyed without the pressures of recording each thing.

A few nearby shops were still open and we spent the rest of our free time perusing them. And grabbed another pastie for half price from the bakery that was about to close. Yum. Seriously yum!

We got back into London in the early evening. Too late to really see much more and we were just about worn out anyway. All that riding on the bus, and eating pasties, and hearing Handsome Alan stories.

You’ve already heard about our frustrating exit from London on Saturday so my next post will be about Wales.

Lovely Wales. Can’t wait to show you the beauty that is Wales!

Before we went, we did lots of research. That included blogs, so what I’m posting here is my view of our experience. You may go to the same areas we did and have a totally different experience. If you’re planning a trip, hopefully this will be helpful. If not, at least may it be entertaining!!

We headed out from our cute little row house in Gargrave to turn in our “hired” car. Returning was much less dramatic since our brave driver was by now pretty used to it. We did see Highland cattle (which are from Scotland but we didn’t see any while we were there) and a few different looking sheep as we headed back to Lancaster to return the car.

 

After we paid the equivalent of $7-ish a gallon for “petro” we returned the car and caught a taxi to the train station. While we were waiting at the train station, a short train came through and after it was gone, someone mentioned that it was the Queen’s train. She was at a ribbon cutting or grand opening or something going on in a nearby town. When we finally boarded our train, after having a little panic that we thought we missed our train and nearly got on the wrong one, we were crossing a trestle and flashed past the Queen’s train just sitting there. Don’t know if they were waiting to pick her up and that is safe place to wait????

We had an otherwise uneventful trip to London, enjoying the countryside and small towns we went through. We came into London and debarked. We definitely had packed too much for easy public transportation handling. I will say this, though, while we were in Scotland it was chilly enough that we were grateful for all the warm clothes we had brought along. By now it was warmer and traveling lighter would’ve been nice. I have a backback that holds my camera and extra lenses as well as my laptop. We still had quite a bit of details not worked out so we did use the laptop in places where we had internet service. The downside was the backpack doesn’t hold much more than my the above mentioned items, so I still had to have a suitcase.

When planning our trip, we had agonized and bellyached about where we wanted to stay in London. Being budget travelers 🙂 , we didn’t want to pay city motel prices. One option that  Rick Steves recommended for the really budget-minded that was in the heart of old London was Easy Hotels Victoria. The pros were: 1. easy walking distance to many of the London sites we wanted to see, and close to access to the Tube. The cons were: 1. small, small rooms, no place to prepare/store any food, meaning eating most meals out. And as we mentioned, food prices are fairly high. Some of the rooms had only space for the bed. Some are more roomy. So based on the mixed reviews on Trip Advisor, we decided to forego that option and chose an apartment outside of the city proper.

We didn’t realize just how far out of city central we were. We knew there was a train station very near our apartment but somehow we couldn’t make the connection to it. We ended up catching a bus to our area and did some backtracking once we realized the street had changed names and were suddenly on our street and the numbers were going the wrong way, and the bus was jam-packed with people getting off work for the day or coming home from shopping! Whew! Yeah, that’s how we felt by now! We finally found our landlord, who owns a bar on the street level, and he showed us to our apartment on the third floor.  We were delighted by the spacious 2-bedrooms and living room/dining room. It was fun to look out the window and see the activity.

Ruby is having fun describing the virtues of the biscuit she’s holding. We had many hilarious, stress-relieving times! It was vital!

We were delighted to find a restaurant right beside our stairs that had fish and chips, as well as kebabs.  Fish and chips, of course, are ubiquitous in this area, but this was our first good taste of them. I would’ve been happy eating them every day. Lois and I were first introduced to doner kebabs in Germany by our uncle Lewis. They had become our “fast food” staple on that trip. They usually cost about $8 (US) and include chips. An inexpensive, quick meal. We did have our own kitchen so we made some of our own food. A small grocery store was on our block too, so we could get what we needed there.

The promised train station was located and we caught the train into the city. 

We bought Oyster Cards which are good for multiple modes of public transportation. You can pre-load as much $ (sorry, I don’t have the English pound symbol) as you want. When they worked, they were great. But inevitably someone had an issue with them. And then the station where we usually transferred from the DLR train to the Underground (Tube) was called Elephant and Castle. And it was under major construction and not well marked at all. By the time we had all of the public transportation figured out, it was time to leave. In the meantime we had some funny, tense, hysterical experiences.

Oh, yeah. Forgot to remind you this was a few weeks before the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, and 2 months before the Olympics, so there was a lots of prep going on for that. It would be interesting to see if things were any different now that both of these big events are over.

The city of London charges a daily Congestion Charge of 8 pounds (US $12-ish) to drive in the city. When they first implemented this in 2003, “they say” traffic dropped dramatically for a while until people got used to paying, now traffic is thick once more.

A three-lane roundabout ^ The bus merging into the traffic straight ahead is like the one we were on.

We threatened to take a taxi somewhere just to ride in their cute cars but didn’t get it done.

Are we really here?!?!?

Some rugby fans

The first evening we were there, we made it to St. Paul’s Cathedral in time for Evensong, an early evening service. This is was a chance to see the cathedral for free, plus enjoy some spectacular music and a short sermon that was surprisingly down-to-earth and timely. Why surprisingly? We were in an old cathedral (where Charles & Diana were married, no less) that is ornate and, well, the Church of England. We weren’t allowed to take and pictures inside and I never did find any postcards to buy of the inside. It is the 4th cathedral to be built on this site and this one is over 300 years old. This has been a site for christian worship for over 1,400 years, according to their website.

We then walked along the Thames River toward the Tower and Tower Bridge. Most of the businesses along the river were closed and this was a popular place for people to run in the evenings.

Tower Bridge:

London Bridge:

The original London Bridge which is much prettier, is located in Arizona. That funny glass building is called The Shard. It is 72 stories high.

Eventually the sun came out for one last beautiful blast of the evening!

View of Tower of London from the Bridge:

Looking west:

We opted to take a Big Bus tour and purchased tickets at a souvenir shop in the Tower area so we could catch the first bus in the AM. I also bought what is my favorite souvenir from this trip:

It also has a lid. When I bought it I “worriedly” told the cashier that I don’t drink much tea, and is it okay to drink coffee in it. He said, “Um, sure, that would be okay.” It took him a little to see the twinkle in my eye! 🙂

What some Londoners eat for breakfast:

Not us. We had biscuits and gravy at the apartment. So not proper or organic.

We pretty much had the bus to ourselves since not many other tourists were out and about at 8 AM.

We rode for a while, seeing as much as could before getting to Buckingham Palace to see the Changing of the Guards.

Westminster Abbey Western Entrance:

Westminster Abbey North Entrance:

Parliament Building with a side of Big Ben (har har) :

London Eye:

One of the frustrations of shooting with a wide angle lens is lens distortion. Since I couldn’t fix this one in Lightroom, I decided to distort it further:

Big Ben, I’m sorry!! *sob*

We arrived at the Palace about an hour before the Changing of the Guards. Already there was a crowd gathering and we managed to sqeeze into a “second row” and got to chatting with the family between the fence and us. It was a doctor, his wife and their 3 adult daughters from Alabama. We had a great time comparing experiences. The father explained how he was now such an expert in Jane Austen since they had already visited Bath, and how he was sure this would come in handy on the golf course. He was good-naturedly sarcastic. To our left was a young Asian lady from Seattle who was chatty and giggly and we had fun with her too.

From the the photo below we knew that the Queen was “home”. Can you figure out how? Hint: the picture may be a little misleading but it was a windless morning.

The William and Kate kissing scene on the balconey? That center balconey. It’s a massive building, eh?

After watching the  guards on site for a while, then a few marching back and forth, to and fro, and then back and forth again, we began to come up with our own commentary on what was happening. I have a feeling it wasn’t very accurate.

Finally, a group of guards (coming on duty) entered stage left and then those coming off duty. It would be more interesting if you had specific instructions as to what was happening.

After about 45 minutes they still weren’t finished and we decided to leave and let someone else have our place.

We caught another bus and finished another loop of the city tour. There was much more of the city that is covered by the tour package we bought, but there wasn’t enough time to do it. By this time traffic had gotten much thicker and it took a while to get anywhere. We took a water taxi which was a part of the ticket package down the Thames to the Tower and took a tour there.  After a late lunch/early supper of what else, fish and chips!

We went through the Prison area where they showed their methods of torture.

Another building hosts its military history.

More guards:

On closer look I see he was looking at me. He looks rather unconcerned at the Canon pointed his direction. Or is that a look of panic?

Yeomen Warders aka Beefeaters guard chatting with my sister:

We went through the building housing the crown jewels which was quite amazing! Thankfully they have a conveyor belt running past the showcases so you got a good chance to see them and you can ride it as often as you want. It was quite mind boggling to think how much money is housed in that building!

As mentioned in an earlier  post, we were in England 7 days. We were in London area from Wed. afternoon to Sat. morning,  plus, we chose to spend Friday on a day tour (will be Part 5 of this trip) of other parts of England we wouldn’t see otherwise. We only scratched the surface of London and would strongly advise staying longer if you want to do justice to all there is to see. Things were much more spread out than we expected and it took much longer to get around than we expected. The bus tour was great in that it gave us an overall visual tour of the area we most wanted to see. The downside was that we were on it from 8 ’til about 3 or 4 and didn’t get to see many other landmarks. I think the Westminster Abbey would’ve been the next thing on my list to see if we had time. If you only have a few days to see London, pick the things you most want to see and concentrate on getting those done. You won’t see it all in few days!!!

When we left the city on Saturday, we discovered that the train schedule was different. Trains left from Crofton Park every 30 minutes instead of 10. And then we were really glad we hadn’t waited until Sunday because the trains don’t run at all. Maintenance and all that good stuff! We had thought we might have time to squeeze in one more stop at in London but then we’d have had to leave super early, arrange for a locker at the train station, and not knowing how congested things would be on a Saturday, gave it up. We wanted to get to our small town in Wales before it was dark.

Oh, I forgot to tell you a very funny moment on the train one evening when we were about wiped out. After multiple frustrations at finding our way around, working at getting our exit schedule mapped out with the transportation system (were going to catch a train  from Euston Station to Wales on Saturday) and were very weary. Lois said, “We need to connect in Elephant and Garlic (station).” We about died laughing! And once you’re that tired, it only gets funnier the longer you laugh. Yeah, it’s supposed to be Elephant and Castle. We had grown elephant garlic (large garlic bulbs) in our garden a few years back and that was stuck in her mind somehow.

One last parting shot, the ever-present phone booths:

So…. who’s ready for more of England? Besides me, of course! Can I go back, please!? It’s great fun reliving the memories as I weed through the photos.

Our second full day was another day trip from our cute little house in Gargrave. More adventures of driving in the left side of the road, on the right (wrong!) side of the car. 🙂 Actually our first experience of Yorkshire Dales National Park was at the end of our previous day. We drove through the area that is just absolutely beautiful. And sparsely populated. And dotted with many stone house ruins.

There is so much we left unseen in all the countries we visited on this trip but a train ride through this area is on my bucket list!

We had considered staying in a cottage on a farm in this area but the logistics of getting there on Sunday night didn’t work out. The car rental place was not open on Sunday evening. And this was not anywhere near a train station like the place in Gargrave where we stayed.

We also toured the World of James Herriot, whose real name is actually James Alfred Wight. The museum is on the edge of the Dales, and much of his vet runs were in the Dales area. The museum is very well done and definitely worth a stop.

It is set up in his house and looks as if someone just stepped out of it. Well, actually, it looks like he’s still there reading the paper.

Kinda freaky, eh?

And they had a wax figure of Tricky Woo and his owner. Tricky Woo was a dog who was always needing to see or write letters to “Uncle James” and would always send him things for the holidays. He was owned by a wealthy older lady who fed him too rich food. He also had a condition known as “flop-bot”. Seriously, if you haven’t read the books, you should!

His apothecary:

His small animal surgery room was in his house.

His kitchen with lots of delightful details:

Mr. Herriot/Wight himself:

His barn had a short film, as well as display areas about the TV series.

For years he had threatened to write a book and never got it done. Finally his wife told him he never would. That got him going and he ended up writing many!

He remained a humble man, despite his books being known world-wide. His neighbors knew he had a written a “few books”, but had no idea of his fame until people started coming to look him up.

There was another whole floor dedicated to hands on learning, one room for kids and quite a few displays for adults, including a chance to see if you’re strong enough to “pull” a calf! I didn’t get any pictures of these areas, though.

We stopped in at the church where he was married, which was just up the street.

There were several people there giving tours of the church and we asked if we could sing. The acoustics of the old churches is just goose-bumpy beautiful and we tried to sing in as many as possible. They didn’t mind a bit!

On our way to the museum, going through the countryside, a driveway caught my eye and I begged to stop in on the way back through. Boy, are we ever glad we did! We couldn’t see the house that the gated driveway led to. I’m sure we weren’t the first or last tourists to stop in and soak in it’s beauty!

We also saw a bit of farmland in this area:

Canola Fields ^

We had seen a small sign at the road for homemade ice cream. We followed the long lane back to a most interesting sight! There was a new facility with lots of large playground equipment in front of the restaurant.

Those certainly didn’t look like anything else we’ve seen on this trip!

We went inside and discovered the place to be decorated in vintage coke/diner.

We chatted a bit with the workers, who told us a bit about the place. They have truck that take ice cream to fairs/festivals. The owner has been to the US many times. In fact, all the decor came from there. As we were leaving, the owner, who had been sitting at a table, came over and introduced himself. He mentioned that the playground equipment had been made by a Beiler from Lancaster County, PA. He and the Beilers are good friends and they have stayed at their house several times.

I’m pretty sure they were talking about us!

The last stop of the day was to Bolton Abbey. We had seen a photo on a brochure of the area. It was a delightful stop, at a time when most other tourists had left and the place had few people around. I don’t have any info on the Abbey. The Abbey itself is in ruins, although there is a church that is still functioning. I just missed getting in because I was waiting for the light to be “just right.”

Usually the stepping stones ^ are high enough out of the water to cross on them. Apparently they’ve had lots of rain.

There was  a long trail to hike and this gave us an opportunity to stretch our legs, as well as have some alone time. 🙂 Traveling for 30 days with the same people is great, but some personal alone time is great too!

Eventually the sun came out and smiled lovely golden light!

And another amazing day in the English countryside came to an end.

It’s been a busy, kind-of-stressful 2 days at work. Yesterday afternoon Gloria asked me what I do to de-stress. I told her sometimes I crank my music up loud (mind you, it’s not the typical crank-up-loud kind of music!) or watch a funny movie, or read, or take hot, relaxing bath. In this case I’m eating cereal for supper. Delicious, slightly stale, apple cinnamon cheerios. It’s good for a de-stress, de-constituting, de-composing, and whatever de-words might or might not apply.

So, let’s us present to you the next phase of The Trip – England, or at least a part of it. We only spent 7 days in England, but we got a lot seen! And left twice as much unseen.

We left Scotland on the train, and ended our journey in England at the small train stop in Gargrave.

It was cute little town and we pulled our luggage up the street and across the stone bridge, back and forth, to and fro, seeking our apartment.

The directions didn’t quite make sense but we eventually got ahold of the landlady and found it. It was in a row of apartments, 2 story, with 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom.

That wagon with the door hanging open was our chariot for a few days.

It wasn’t fancy but it was cozy. We had little grocery store within walking distance.

 

The view of the delightful little garden from our kitchen window.

This was my room, It was just big enough to hold a single bed and a little furniture but I was thankful for it, nonetheless! Pardon the unmade bed. I think we were leaving.

The owner couldn’t imagine why we would only stay three days when we had rented for a week. It was cheaper to rent cottages for a week so we did. We usually made supper after we got back from the day’s trekking. We often packed a lunch to take along. Yes, you did have to plan ahead but it saved much $, or rather pounds (where is that symbol?). Eating out for lunch could cost $10 American and up, and the evening meal was usually $20 and up.

I didn’t get any good pictures of the quaint town but here is a shot as we were leaving of it’s quaintness, including the quaint trash truck. There is a chance that they call it rubbish instead of trash or garbage. I can’t remember for sure. There are many things so quaint that they overuse the word a bit. Not that I would overuse it or anything.

After the first night in Gargrave, we caught a train back to Lancaster to pick up the rental car. We had come through there the night before but the car rental was not open on a Sunday. My sister was brave and did the driving. My uncle and aunt lent us their GPS, which was a lifesaver!!! I had planned to purchase one that had Europe maps as well as US but they offered the use of theirs. Leaving Lancaster, which thankfully was a small town, we giggled and lurched our way up the highway. You’re driving on the “wrong” side, sitting on the “wrong” side, and shifting gears on the “wrong” side. Wrong here being a relative term.

By the time we got to Windemere, in the Lake District, things were beginning to settle down a bit. I was riding shotgun and keeping Lois posted on the GPS directions, as well as reminding her to stay in the left lane. Plus deciphering their funny driving terms. Like “over-take” for “passing”, and ”give-way” for “yield”.

After attempting to eat lunch near the lovely lake, but the demanding swans who nearly plopped themselves in our lap, combined with threat of rain, chased us into our vehicle.

My sister said that was indeed the mood of the day.

And it’s a little hard to eat with an angry bird glaring at you. Not that making sandwiches and eating in the vehicle was that much less stressful. Yes, we are frugal. We freely admit it.

And then things got a bit dicey. We took a ferry and this was the warning: Use correct change or get dumped overboard.

Okay, so I might have slightly taken that out of context.

As I mentioned we were now in The Lake District National Park and need I say it’s gorgeous??? If you’ve seen or read Pride and Prejudice you might remember that Elizabeth was going to go with her aunt and uncle to the Lakes and due to something (memory is shot) they toured the Peaks (I think) instead which was closer to home and of course made the stop at Pemberly.

 

Our next stop was the Hilltop, the home of Beatrix Potter. But a mile or so before we got there, was this:

And GUESS WHAT????

They have lots of sheep in England, too. (see previous post about Scotland.) Of course, you already knew that’s so let’s move along.

But not before we take a look a little lambie-wambie.

It’s good there was such sweet thoughts to share with you because here the story turns very, very sad. As a photographer it is a most frustrating thing to do to oneself. I purposely deleted a bunch of picture, actually almost all of the Lake District pictures, off of my memory card because I thought I had downloaded them already. I tried to download every evening but apparently that one evening I forgot. And I forgot to take an extra card along for the day. And I was shooting in RAW a lot which takes up mega bytes. Get the pun? har har. So I thoughtless through away some gorgeous scenery and I could’ve about cried when I figured it out. By that time I had used the card several times and I didn’t even know which card they had been on and and the attempts from 3 different recovery programs didn’t help so I chalked it up to a painful lesson.

These next few pictures are not mine. Beatrix Potter’s House:

Some of her house is included in her illustrations. See her little entry way up there ^. And click this link: Tom Kitten. See the little roof?

The house is set up as if she would still live there. Unfortunately they don’t allow photography indoors. 🙁 It was worth the stop, we thought.

More of the Lake District which I did not take:

Yes, the roads are really narrow. And many of them are lined with rock fences/walls so there were times I was leaning into the car to keep from getting “scratched.” You can read Carolyn’s take on this including some quotes HERE.

This photo ^ does not do justice to the beauty of that spot. The photo also brings to mind a funny story. We had stopped to take pictures and just enjoy the view. Ruby and I were on a little bridge there on the right, looking this direction. A few sheep were closeby and I called out, “here sheepie, sheepie, sheepie.” Then tried to “Baaaa,” which was baa-aa-aad sounding at best. Ruby said, “Meow!” And we both burst out laughing and sheep ran far, far away.

We stopped in Keswick to have tea and dessert at a little restaurant, and to give Lois a break from the tight driving. Keswick is actually pronounced Kezzick.

 

Yorkshire Dales and James Herriot’s Museum coming up next.

 

Meanwhile, here are a few pictures taken from a moving train or car, which have no significance other than English countryside.