Sunday, 12 June 2016

The Charente region and villages (Roman ruins, self cleaning toilets and a Doppelganger)

Out the front of our Gite - the two story one next door stayed vacant thankfully
As we had arrived a day early, we had time to investigate the town of Cognac to get info from the Information Centre. Once again we were greeted with another passing thunderstorm. We stocked up on food for the next few days with the knowledge of France's closure of shops/supermarkets on Sundays  The weather has certainly been changeable. Some cool and then a couple of hot days suitable for soaking in the pool.
Synchronised swimming trialists
We met at the Gite (Villa)in the afternoon, which looked promising with adequate accommodation, a good size pool, and no neighbours to share. We now await the passing fronts to pass, the weather to warm up a bit to allow some bike riding and swimming. Perhaps even a cafe or two.
It was a good catch up with G&C after not seeing any family since Amanda & family in Sursee  at Xmas and G&C personally for 14 months or so. The wine & cheese flowed freely while we discussed our next 3 weeks together in the Charente/Cognac area, which will also include a 7 day self drive boat trip on the Charente River.
Still trying to find a good coffee
Echallat is a small village which sadly is not currently supporting any shops, cafes or boulangeries, but will make our 7 km ride to the next village cafe and roman ruins worthwhile.
The weather has remained defiantly cloudy but has not stopped daily excursions to nearby points of interest with dramas involving self cleaning toilets, stone throwing birds, and lack of  toilets  at the ever interesting Dolmens ........
Oradour-Sur-Glane was on G's list of must visit. It was a very sobering wander through the destroyed town where 642 villagers were machine gunned and burnt (including more than 400 women & children put in the church) in efforts by the Nazis
Oradour-Sur-Glane Village Ruins
to brutalise the french into submission. The town is left as it was found after the bodies were extracted, most not identified (the Nazis being thorough to burn all evidence). A war crime of horrendous proportions, with little justice ever being served, 3 generations lost  in some cases in as many hours. The Oradour Martyr
Burnt out main street of Oradour
Museum there describing the rise and rise of the Nazi War machine saying these atrocities not being the work of a madness or madman but an instigated system indoctrinating a nation for all to believe and follow in, justifying their actions against what we all know as evil and wrong......It could never happen again... but does. Mans ability to visit horror upon mankind knows no boundaries.......God save us........ No not even that.........

Fields of wild poppies
On a cheerier note the area has roman ruins and ancient Dolmens to pique ones interest, hopefully sharing this interest with G&C, tho it seems three dolmens in one day was pushing the barrow a little far, if you will excuse the pun.
The country side here in the south-west is picturesque, fields of wild poppies everywhere, with village rolling into village, church spires always to be seen guiding you, and small village squares anchoring the communities together, though not the bustle of earlier years.
Riding through the local countryside
Villages full of canals
Looking out over the beautiful
village of Aubettere

Got the "Missing you" Blues
Amazingly though, the village schools seem to be thriving, no busing kids to the larger towns, not till post primary anyway at least.
Sample time in the Cognac House Baron Otard
We spent a morning doing a tour of one of the 200 odd Cognac houses of the region, Baron Otard, interestingly of some Scottish heritage and ultimately out of Viking stock, in the old castle of Cognac. The interesting tour featured the history of the castle of King Francois I birthplace and later to become a Royal palace through his marriage, where he often returned. Parts of the palace are Eleventh C. and now is a giant store to manufacture and importantly age the Cognac over many years in an ultimate blending of spirits to form a bottle of the liquor. Retailing out the door at near 4000 euro for the crystal decanted retail budget pack. Thankfully they do an SOP more in our price bracket at 28 Euro however on this occasion have stuck to our 1.50 bottle of Merlot.
King Francois I
Do we know his doppelganger?
Interestingly King Francois's bust, held here being his birthplace, passes striking similarity to a good friend of ours, who often is heard with his french accent, I will leave those that recognise this bust and (indeed himself) to their own conclusion, there could well be a royal connection here as it is a much touted tale that this King had bedded over 2000 woman......and had countless off spring no doubt.....
A visit to La Rochelle (on Sheryl's must do and Claire's with having good friends living there) also a highlight. We spent a night there in a
Port of La Rochelle
lovely central hotel in the historic part of town and hiring bikes for the 24hrs enabled us to have a good look around. The old port towers are now days famous for tower diving as sponsored by Red Bull, not whilst we were there thankfully but still busy enough. We wandered around the old port area at night and it was gently humming. It was nice enough that we may consider returning should we venture back this way.
Safely made it over the bridge in the background
to the Island Ill De Re for a cold beer
 A good bike ride was had over a large notable bridge which Claire & Sheryl could be heard grumbling about as it slowly came to view, but once on its dedicated cycle track presented no problem and we were all rewarded for our intrepid crossing with cold beers. We were in much enhanced moods for the return crossing.
 We have visited many small villages and some larger towns over our two weeks in this region, usually supporting a cafe for lunch or coffees and beers and some historical backdrops to keep one interested. Now with the coming week on a canal boat, may the weather warm and the sun shine. Please!!!
Bill catching up with G
Another river village

Chateau La Roche Courbon

Saturday, 4 June 2016

MOT's, Insurances, Flights and return to France

Bill & Owen in a "Drag" - Owen won
We returned to our wonderful hosts at Nobs Crook in Winchester to renew vehicle, travel  insurances, MOT ( equivalent to an annual WOF), a full service on the van, road taxes ( equivalent to vehicle registration), minor maintenance & clean the vehicle in preparation of another 5 months travel in Europe before returning to sell the van and head home for Xmas in NZ.
It was an expensive week (this time last year Bill had a rant about the Insurance companies wanting and arm and a leg to cover our vehicle for 12 months, and now we have renewed it only for 6 months and they still wanted an arm but only half a leg)
While sorting all these issues over the week, we also managed to sort our return flights home via Perth (to check out Rocky and her life in Perth) then home. And Rocky is also flying in over Xmas. It will be a jolly old time for sure.
During the week Bill managed a few jobs for our hosts (Kath was going mental with squeaky cupboards) and their lovely neighbour Chris who had a few issues to sort with her campervan. As well as a few social evenings with their friends and just enjoying the evenings in the back garden with Hobbs, Ella, Ruby and Pip (their 3 dogs & cat - but don't tell them they are animals as  they don't think they are!) Also added to the Reeve's menagerie are 4 hens (with lovely upmarket hen house) and 6 baby chicks, so cute and fluffy. I went with Kath to get 3 of the chicks from a Poultry Farm and had quite an education on cocks, hens & baby chicks
I also enjoyed doing some gardening after having quite a break from doing any, and cooking the evening meals most nights (great to have access to a full kitchen again). You should have seen the Game Pie Kath suggested I make from Owens earlier hunts (rabbit, pheasant, guinea fowl, and venison (the only bought ingredient). It was very tasty and huge.
So after a busy week we headed off on Sunday to spend the night just out of Dover before crossing over to France on the Monday.
La Vonne in France
Cunningly we arrived in France (crossings are uneventful, cool and not so scenic) with little diesel in our tank as it 25% cheaper in Europe. But un-be known to us there was a fuel distribution strike on, 20% of stations out of fuel already and queues at many places. We got lost leaving Calais and drove into suburbia,  fluking a
Bill with more Dolmens in France
reasonably quiet station allowing full fills and virtually no queue, then we found out about the shortage!!! Whew.....Down the coast, weather warmer, still not brilliant but only 20miles from England so what do you expect. The history along here is visibly WW2. Gun emplacements and bunkers run from the Spanish border all the way up to Norway apparently, the "Atlantic Wall" to deter invasion from Britain and assist an Invasion of Britain. We all know how the story ended but the devil is in the detail which generally comes as a eye opener for us.
Bill made me move a rock or two
One area, Cape GrisNer, was spectacularly pocked to this day as over 6000 bombs from 600 planes had been dropped in one day to silence the guns that were firing into England. The plaques on site don't actually say how successful this was, there are still intact bunkers etc, so .......
We bided are time as we had a few days to get to Echallat to meet up with Gman & Claire so dawdled directly down so as not to waste fuel. Arrived at our  Gite during a raging electrical storm (S wouldn't leave the van) only to find they weren't expecting any one till the next day.... and where in the world were G&C.......to add to our woes our phone was not cooperating at all. However with the sun once again shining (did I mention once we got away from the coast the weather picked up many degrees andit now toooo hot) we made contact, to be informed we were a day ahead of ourselves, embarrassing to "She who is seldom wrong", but not an issue with the myriad of camping spots in France. So within the hour we were ensconced in the small village Aire of Hirsac for the night eagerly awaiting our rescheduled scheduled rendezvous with G&C. Life is never dull. Ironically awakened in the morning by the smart phone reminder that we were scheduled to meet G&C at Echallat during the day.........


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.

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Back in Old Blighty - Spring (yeah right!)

One of our lovely camping spots looking across the Fells
Having allowed about 5 weeks in the UK to explore we soon left our friends at Nobs Crook, a very wet day  heading west to Bath.
Mighty Stonehenge
Passing the signage for Stonehenge we weren't that interested in doing it, as we had visited it 37years ago. However as we came up over the hill there it was in all its majesty. The car parking and visitor Centre has been shifted over the hill so when you first see the Henge, that is all you see! No car park or buildings just small people on walkways, close enough, but not intrusive on the sight lines. The interpretive centre is also second to none, one can easily spend as much time there as at the Henge itself, I was initially put off by the price,( this will come as a mantra over my UK blogs), these major attractions are expensive, this one  at 18.50 pounds per visitor with various
Expensive - and I had to lend a hand!
family discounts etc. with a million plus visits a year they are coining it but as stated they are doing it very well. We opted to join the English Heritage Society with a 2 adult concession at 92 pounds for the year, which gave us admission (unlimited) and audio guides plus access to over 400 sites through out the UK  encouraging us to visit many more places. We came away from the Henge wanting more so that is testimony as to there slick presentation.
Next stop the Roman Baths at Bath, again however entry prices prohibitive at 16.50 per adult, and sadly not covered by our  newly purchased membership, these prices are a real issue if you want to visit multiple attractions, with two major trusts in
Bath - Avon River in spring flow
England and a plethora of private organisations running these historic attractions. This is also the case for Wales Scotland and Ireland.  We settled for a 2 hour walking tour of Bath which was excellent, in fact one of the best in our travels so far.
Camping is a bit more difficult here with the land holders generally requiring advance booking of arrival requiring us to plan our day a little more which is not our usual "modus operandi". Not only that, many of the informal sites (paddocks with a tap & power ) want as much as 12 pounds for the pleasure of their turf. It's not as easy or cheap as Europe can be. The sites we favour are all on Farms, and have lovely views across their fields or Fells, such is the price we pay.....
Lovely cottages on rural roads
As we headed north we took a stroll thru the Cots wolds to reach Belas Knap Long Barrow, a Neolithic burial ground. over green paddocks with the trees just coming into leaf, many of the sheep with lambs, and lots of daffodils everywhere. There are thousands along roadsides and many farms, we are certainly here at the perfect time to appreciate them. English Spring time, complete with icy winds, or as they say here "a lazy wind",  it doesn't go around you.....
Hailes Abbey
Onto Hailes Abbey,(covered by our membership:):) built in 1277, the ruins evoking an ancient world of Cistercian Monks, and their amazing relic of Christs blood that became a huge attraction for pilgrims, coming to be fleeced. The Abbey got very rich & powerful before finally being dissolved by Henry the VIII to fund his campaigns and further his own ends, then the monastery being plundered by the locals for anything usable, but mostly as a stone quarry. History has proved these Great historical figures being as culpable as any other cause for the destruction of these huge ancient edifices.
Goodrich Castle - in need of roof repairs
Next day saw us visiting Goodrich Castle, another ruin  destroyed this time by the Parliamentarians when quashing the royalists. These ruins are conjured back into being with excellent audio guides giving comprehensive dialogue on the history, raising from the ground to ultimately the raising to the ground over many centuries.
We headed for Redditch to visit my Aunt Sue whom we met in 79. Sue Tyler was married to my names sake, Dads brother Bill and now is our only connection with the English Tylers. Sue has two sons, my cousins, with whom I would like to establish a connection. With the passing
of our parents generation and us getting older, it's important to have these connections for our children's sake. Sue generously took us out for a lovely pub meal and though its been 37 years we soon re established her friendship, and informative nature on the Tylers.We continue north for a rendezvous in Scotland and some Nessy Hunting ..
The English countryside waiting for spring.