Monday, June 30, 2008
Lakes district...revisited
If I had to nominate one place that I prefered above all others in the UK then this would be it. Have just spent 3 days there in good company, which also makes a huge difference.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Castle Howard
Friday, June 27, 2008
Robin Hoods Bay
Thursday, June 19, 2008
The teacher from Mars
Today was my last day of work for quite a while as I am entertaining a steady stream of family and friends from now till September. This combined with our own 6 week holiday leaves little room for work. The kids are usually curious about where this new supply teacher comes from. Some of the better suggestions are: London (most common), Manchester, Ireland, California, Scotland, Sheffield, South Africa, America, France, Spain, South America, Mexico, Brazil, Leeds!, Perth (getting close) and, best of the lot, Mars! I must have been looking very poorly that day....
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Booming Manchester
Manchester is descibed by no less than the Lonely Planet as the "uncrowned capital of the north". It certainly is a curious blend of the old and the new, with beautiful Victorian buildings next to steel and glass skyscrapers. We went to see some live theatre at the Royal Exchange which was a great experience although the play was a bit too intellectual for me...Lorraine was able to explain it to me later. We both loved Manchester and the best part is that it's only an hour away. To me it will always be best known as the home of the greatest football team in the world. Sorry no photos this time :--(
Mela festival
Great Walls we have known.......
Here is a collection of some of the best walls we have encountered in our travels. There is a reason.....both Lorraine and my mother Thelma are interested in the artistic interpretation of texture....as in walls for their artwork. The middle wall is a re-assembled part of Hadrian's at its original height.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Camouflage - spot the tourist
Thursday, June 12, 2008
...pushing up daisies...
Monday, June 9, 2008
People shots on Holy Isles
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Lindisfarne - The Holy Isles
Ourlatest weekend expedition, just completed, was to Lindisfarne, on the Holy Isles in the far north east of England, clsoe to the Scottish border, with Vicki, Tori and Dan, in glorious weather. The island can only be reached on a causeway built over a sand bar a few hours either side of low tide. The island is quite large and is home to an abbey dating back to the 12th century. On the site of this abbey the monk Cuthbert brought Christianity to the pagan hordes of England. The Lindisfarne gospels were written in 7th century on this site. Henry V111 ransacked the place and built a castle in a strategic spot just up the road from the abbey. The 3 photos show the castle at various distances from the abbey.
Friday, June 6, 2008
I'm not moving
We heard from a very reliable source (the guy behind the bar at a nearby tavern) that this house was once in the headlines. When a motorway was proposed that ran through this house the owner, an old Yorkshire farmer, was offered millions but to refused to move... so they built it round him. There is now an 8 lane motorway around the house, 4 lanes either side of it. And it is still occupied, but not by the original owner.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Mr Guinness's lease
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Kil......
The Irish sun comes out...briefly
Sunday, June 1, 2008
What did the Romans ever do for us......etc
On the way back from Ireland we stopped for a night in Chester, in Cheshire. This city has an intact wall built by the Romans encircling the whole place and an amphitheatre. Inside the wall are all the modern shops and a bustling city. Outside the wall are the burbs and parks etc. It was a beautiful sunny day in this glorious, historic city. Here are a few photos
Kissing the baloney stone
A visit to Ireland is of course not complete without a stop at Blarney Castle to kiss the baloney stone and test your ability to defeat vertigo and defy gravity. Lorraine and Vicki kissed it and instantly became more articulate and eloquent (?). I, of course, saw through this superstitious rubbish and chose to remain totally inarticulate and uneloquent (diseloquent?. Actually we heard later that after the tourists have gone home the locals urinate on it!
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