Wednesday, 18 May 2016

The Lakes District, History & Beyond

Colourful Rapeseed covers much of the countryside in spring
We dropped down out of Scotland into the Lakes District, another place we had visited in Bouncy Bert, our motor home of 1979 (who knew what that would lead too). We have been chastising ourselves for not reading our diary from the 79-80 trip
as a reminder before leaving NZ.
After the daffodils came the Bluebells
To be honest there are few recollections, but then there has been a bit of water under the bridge since then.








Durwent Waters
Bev, Mel, Frank & us
The Durwent Water or as we would say Lake Durwent, has a small campsite where our friends we made in Spain, had organised for our reunion. An ideal location, walks in all directions and scenic to a fault. Bev, Mel and Frank are working on a Caravan Club Site in Hawes on a 9 month contract, with the odd rotated break, ideal for us to get together this weekend and try some of that Euro wine we were able to import when we crossed back over. A delightful 3 days were spent walking eating drinking and talking. Keswick is the local village at the other end of the Lake, a walk of two hours or so, with a pint on the way (never far from a pub or similar in this country).
Another front of hail & snow coming our way
Then a wander through the village which has a preponderance of outdoor clothing shops, due to the preponderance of walkers here. The place was buzzing with people mostly dressed in what I call technical clothing, ready for an amble round the lake side with only a few getting into the places where the clothing gets a work out. It was sale time with the winter clothing going out on sale to make way for the new seasons look (the climate belies this). There were some lovely jackets and I was sorely tempted but as I have 3 jackets bought since we came over (from NZ) and we seldom need them at home I resisted the temptation. Sheryl didn't!
Lovely pub meal - look at the size of the Yorkshire puds!
We did succumb however to a good pub lunch complete with Yorkshire Puds and tankards of Ale, aye life is good!
The return trip down the other side of the water was another scenic leg complete with obligatory pub stop, a full day out and a few miles under our belt for the day, we deserved a beer on our return to the camp.
Spring weather on top of the Catbells
The next morning, our next walk was up the hills behind the camp, CatBell. This was a good hike, very scenic complete with weather fronts moving through casting wonderful transitions of light and textures across the wide open country, hills & valleys.
We twice needed to shelter from the driving sleet / hail / snow. You could see how one might get trapped as the ridge we were on became almost dangerous if the pattern had persisted. Another welcome return to our campers after a full day but sadly no cafes or pubs in the clouds, we really deserved a beer!
It was a nice catch up with B,M & F and we think we've nearly talked them into a real trip some day out to see NZ (probably not Frank sadly).
Dunstanburgh Castle
As we still had time up our sleeve, we ventured back up north to the south-west coast of Scotland, not so much on the tourist map but still scenic, with plenty of castles, Neolithic sites and scenic charm to keep us out of trouble, though still a tad cool.
Duddo Standing Stones, Northumberland
Dundrennan Abbey
 The farm stay camp sites generally provide power and though eschewed by us in NZ we were thankful being able to run the fan heater most of the evenings and first thing in the mornings.
After a few days of this indifferent weather we headed east cutting across the Isles to sunnier climes and it was a "bit" better, I use that term advisedly. The history is still thick on the ground and it all being new to us was good. Warkworth was a treat, the small town nestled in the crook of a tidal river a mile or so inland, the similarities with our own Warkworth were easy to see, but wait  a fine castle as well.
Warkworth Castle
With the membership to English Heritage we have been visiting historical sites daily indeed some days two sites and it has been soooooo interesting and if we're being honest not something we would have done if we had not bought the package. The sites often  have an Audio guide which is a small radio type player that you enter a number in and listen.
Whitby Abbey - couldn't see
very far in front of us
Whitby Abbey two days later with sunshine
Whitby fishing village
It brings the ruins to life, so helpful imparting information as well as characters from the time, the ennui of everyday life  at the time. Fascinating. It has rekindled in Sheryl  a need to read more historical novels and me...... well the time lines are neat, what was happening around the world when this was happening here and needless to say NZ not even on the map much of the time.
Holy Island looking across to Lindisfarne Castle
from the Priory 
Dunskey Castle
Portpatrick 

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Our return to Scotland after 37 years

Killer Owl. A very capable Hunter. 
Six hours in and around Edinburgh, saw us learn & see more than we remembered from our 3 months  spent here in 1979.
Edinburgh Castle
The breadth of history as usual is quite overwhelming, involving as always religious & power struggles among the ruling classes with the recurring theme off  the peasants being no more than a resource to these Powers and Pretenders. The peasants being dispossessed at the whim of the landed gentry, (sheep became more profitable,than tenant farmers) or worse sent into battle with little more than staves and pitchforks to fight other peasants for their their respective lords,  and this upper class largely still very wealthy today at our working classes expense. An ongoing struggle comrades!
Edinburgh is, as we fondly remembered, a place worth visiting hence our pilgrimage
Looking out across Edinburgh
to the Castle
north into Scotland, where alas spring has still to make its warming inroads, though the lambs and daffodils seem able to ignore.


The Laigh 1979
We ventured 4 hours further north on to Golspie to renew the acquaintance of Joan and John Spicer, whom we had the good fortune to meet when Sheryl worked for Joan in a fine bakery\coffee shop "The Laigh" in Edinburgh when there in 1979. Joan ran this successful business for many years on the back of her divine baking skills. Over the years Joan & Sheryl always kept in touch at Xmas, and it was a shoo- in that we would renew our friendship on this trip.         They now run a quaint boutique B&B in the small seaside village of Golspie.
Now 2016
They are both involved in very select catering appointments at some of the  areas Lodges and Castles occasional dinners and events. John also works at the "local castle" Dunrobin Castle.
Joan, John, Sheryl & Bill enjoying the scenery.
Brier was being shy
They made us very welcome , feeding and rooming us to standards we are not accustomed, very nice. They  also took us for  a run through the highlands across to
the west coast, to soak up the quintessential Scotland.
Dunrobin - a fairytale Castle
A rare occasion for me not having to drive. The highlands can be isolated and desolate, having a beauty not always appreciated, but for us, pure unspoilt wilderness.
A visit to Dunrobin Castle was another insight into the other half. It is one of the many  homes of the Duke of Sutherland, reputedly one of the greatest land holders in Europe, second to the Tzar of Russia at one point in history .The Castle  is presented as a snapshot of an age past, glory, wealth and privilege as enjoyed until recent years. Indeed these old families are still very well connected and wealthy, just slightly more
under the radar so to speak!

Ruins of Ardvreck Castle looking into Calda House.
The castle also boasts a working Falconer, an interesting insight as to the origins of this sport (originally food hunting) and how it survives today on the back of rescued birds. The Falconer still uses the birds to hunt, a lifestyle far removed from this day & age.
Looks like Spring!!
We sadly left our generous hosts to resume our wanderings and though assailed by driving sleet and snow continued to enjoy Scotland's Northern Vistas. The Pictish
The Highlands drop into the sea
People occupied these environs when the Romans arrived (so called by the Romans for their habit of painting themselves blue or was it just the cold?), and though the Romans basically sealed off the northern lands with Hadrian's Wall this didn't stop the Christians heading into the area in the 3rd century to wreak their evangelical havoc amongst the prior contented people. There followed the familiar pattern of conversion blah blah. The
Spendid Isolation
Pictish are largely forgotten apart from a few Standing Stones covered with christian effigies, their previous gods and culture lost.
  Scotland's stunning scenery continued to captivate us as we headed from Inverness to Fort William taking in Loch Ness. We spent a night beside the Loch ,sadly not seeing Nessy as also was the case those many years previous. We did see the lock system to raise and lower the boats through the Lochs.
Pictish Standing Stone
Ancient glacial valleys  run from coast to coast, the passage is largely used recreationally, however were developed as commerce routes in days of old. On Loch Ness there was an aluminium smelter which the environmentalists were condemning as  travesty against nature in 1896 when it was first built to utilise the abundant power produced by a hydro project tapping the head of water at the Foyers Falls. It was bombed during WW2. as it was producing vital aeroplane products for the war but production quickly resumed, indeed till 1996. Sadly for us the renowned falls were but a sad reflection of their former glory.
Moody Loch Ness
Falls that inspired  a great poem by Robbie Burns no less.........,verses of this were engraved in rock on the descent down to the falls, heightening our expectations, ultimately being dashed once the falls were finally reached, not even warranting a photo, sad to say.
Lovely little fishing villages
along the Scottish Coastline
Nessie's & the falls no show for us, was helped though with the trinket shops at Fort Augustus, humming with tourists ,the whole area being a scenic, historical, retail hotspot. We had driven down the North side of the Loch which although slower, is more scenic and no tourist buses etc. The late development of spring leaves on the trees allowed largely unimpeded views of the lake side as we ambled through at a comfortable unhurried speed.
The drive from Fort William through large open country with Ben Nevis, tarns and Lochs everywhere is stunning if you like open space, throughout walkers on tracks going every which way. The country is similar to NZ's  high country, The Molesworth or Arthurs Pass coming to mind, also a lot of names familiar to us as well, obviously the Scots naming many places in NZ
Awesome Rigs awaiting work.

We are further north here at about 56Deg as opposed to Invercargills 47 south so the twilight is very obvious even this early in the year. The sun sets obliquely, when it appears close to the horizon it continues to skid along the tops bouncing from one crag to another making for lovely light evenings. I am ashamed to admit I have little idea what it does in the mornings.......
Heading south to out next assignation with our friend Frank the Tibetan, and his faithful retainers Bev & Mel, the incorrigible threesome from Spain. Luckily as alluded to before we are prepared with stocks of economical wine and beer from the continent.