Background
As temperatures during July and August in this part of Spain are so high, it means that we basically go into hibernation for the duration of summer. This year we decided we'd escape the cauldron and head for cooler climes. We'd been offered a caravan in Wales for free during August which meant we could plan a leisurely route through France and visit some of the WW1 and WW2 battle sites and memorials. We'd planned to drive for around 5/6 hours and then stay two nights at each location in order to fully explore as well as pace ourselves.
As temperatures during July and August in this part of Spain are so high, it means that we basically go into hibernation for the duration of summer. This year we decided we'd escape the cauldron and head for cooler climes. We'd been offered a caravan in Wales for free during August which meant we could plan a leisurely route through France and visit some of the WW1 and WW2 battle sites and memorials. We'd planned to drive for around 5/6 hours and then stay two nights at each location in order to fully explore as well as pace ourselves.
Day 1
July 20th, 2017.
The day was here, we were off. The car was packed and hopefully nothing had been forgotten. Nell, our Border Collie was stretched out on the back seat and we headed for our first stop north of Madrid with great anticipation. Although the drive was longer than we had prepared for France, it gave me a chance to become familiar with a car which bore little resemblance to those which I'd driven over the years. It was right hand drive, an automatic, big and with a petrol engine. I couldn't really get into trouble however, as most of the driving was on motorways for this stretch.
We reached our hotel for an overnight stay without mishap, however when we left the car to check in, the cold seemed intense. We'd gone from 30℃ to 15℃ in the space of a few hours and the wind was blowing a hooley. We needed to find somewhere to eat and as we were more or less in the centre, thought it wouldn't be too difficult - wrong! We wandered around a few streets without success when heading back to the hotel we came across a small bar. We were welcomed inside, including Nell and proceeded to eat all the tapas which seemed to be left. A quick look at the magnificent cathedral and it was back to the hotel and extraction of our warmer clothes ready to head further north the next day.
July 20th, 2017.
The day was here, we were off. The car was packed and hopefully nothing had been forgotten. Nell, our Border Collie was stretched out on the back seat and we headed for our first stop north of Madrid with great anticipation. Although the drive was longer than we had prepared for France, it gave me a chance to become familiar with a car which bore little resemblance to those which I'd driven over the years. It was right hand drive, an automatic, big and with a petrol engine. I couldn't really get into trouble however, as most of the driving was on motorways for this stretch.
We reached our hotel for an overnight stay without mishap, however when we left the car to check in, the cold seemed intense. We'd gone from 30℃ to 15℃ in the space of a few hours and the wind was blowing a hooley. We needed to find somewhere to eat and as we were more or less in the centre, thought it wouldn't be too difficult - wrong! We wandered around a few streets without success when heading back to the hotel we came across a small bar. We were welcomed inside, including Nell and proceeded to eat all the tapas which seemed to be left. A quick look at the magnificent cathedral and it was back to the hotel and extraction of our warmer clothes ready to head further north the next day.
Day 2
July 21st, 2017
Our next stop was in France, at Limoges, chosen because of its proximity to the village of Oradour sur Glanes. The hotel was close to the centre, modern and with a receptionist who was Spanish! After we'd checked in we went off exploring; a cold beer stop was in order and the glass in which it was served was magnificent. Chris and I have normally had difficulty finding somewhere decent to eat when on the road, however we struck lucky this time with the restaurant at the hotel, we were even allowed in with Nell! A delicious meal and an early night and we could look forward to Chris being able to achieve one of the items on his bucket list the next day.
July 21st, 2017
Our next stop was in France, at Limoges, chosen because of its proximity to the village of Oradour sur Glanes. The hotel was close to the centre, modern and with a receptionist who was Spanish! After we'd checked in we went off exploring; a cold beer stop was in order and the glass in which it was served was magnificent. Chris and I have normally had difficulty finding somewhere decent to eat when on the road, however we struck lucky this time with the restaurant at the hotel, we were even allowed in with Nell! A delicious meal and an early night and we could look forward to Chris being able to achieve one of the items on his bucket list the next day.
Day 3
22nd July, 2017
Up early after a buffet breakfast, we headed towards Oradour sur Glanes, a village left as it was after a unit of the 2nd SS Panzer Division Das Reich roared through, killing, torching and massacring 642 people in the village.
Chris had always wanted to visit this location and pay homage to the slaughtered inhabitants. He went in first, disappearing down steps, through a tunnel and thence into the village itself. Nell and I wandered around the outside of the walled village as I pondered as to how I thought those who died might have viewed what had become of their homes and village. I spotted Chris moving around inside the village a few times and after a couple of hours, he rejoined me, visibly moved by his experience. Then it was my turn to sample the tradegy which befell this village and the people who were its inhabitants.
As I moved through the tunnel and into the village, the first thing which struck me was the irreverance with which some families were treating this memorial. Quite a few people had small children with them, jumping off ruined walls and running in and out of ruins; several families were enjoying a picnic on the grassed areas. There was so much noise and inappropriate behaviour, I didn't stay long. I couldn't get a feel for what had happened there and felt that opening the village up in this way, the memorial was in danger of becoming a tourist hot spot for all the wrong reasons. Chris was disappointed that I had been unable to feel a measure of the tragedy which had taken place there and proposed I returned the next day first thing.
On our way back to our car and then on to the hotel we came across two gems. The first one was the village of Saint-Léonard-de-Noblat. This quaint medieval town has not changed much since the Middle Ages. Its impressive Romanesque church has been designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Further along the road we came across an old waterside mill. It was here that Chris intervened when we saw an irate man bring out his child from his place of work in a old barn and dump him, crying in a car and then walk off. We waited to see what might happen as it was hot and the child was in obvious distress. When the man did not return, Chris went into the barn and spoke with a woman inside. She in turn spoke with the man who subsequently marched out with a face like thunder, opened the car door and brought out his child. We thought it prudent to move off at this point as it was clear our presence would be unlikely to improve his mood.
22nd July, 2017
Up early after a buffet breakfast, we headed towards Oradour sur Glanes, a village left as it was after a unit of the 2nd SS Panzer Division Das Reich roared through, killing, torching and massacring 642 people in the village.
Chris had always wanted to visit this location and pay homage to the slaughtered inhabitants. He went in first, disappearing down steps, through a tunnel and thence into the village itself. Nell and I wandered around the outside of the walled village as I pondered as to how I thought those who died might have viewed what had become of their homes and village. I spotted Chris moving around inside the village a few times and after a couple of hours, he rejoined me, visibly moved by his experience. Then it was my turn to sample the tradegy which befell this village and the people who were its inhabitants.
As I moved through the tunnel and into the village, the first thing which struck me was the irreverance with which some families were treating this memorial. Quite a few people had small children with them, jumping off ruined walls and running in and out of ruins; several families were enjoying a picnic on the grassed areas. There was so much noise and inappropriate behaviour, I didn't stay long. I couldn't get a feel for what had happened there and felt that opening the village up in this way, the memorial was in danger of becoming a tourist hot spot for all the wrong reasons. Chris was disappointed that I had been unable to feel a measure of the tragedy which had taken place there and proposed I returned the next day first thing.
On our way back to our car and then on to the hotel we came across two gems. The first one was the village of Saint-Léonard-de-Noblat. This quaint medieval town has not changed much since the Middle Ages. Its impressive Romanesque church has been designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Further along the road we came across an old waterside mill. It was here that Chris intervened when we saw an irate man bring out his child from his place of work in a old barn and dump him, crying in a car and then walk off. We waited to see what might happen as it was hot and the child was in obvious distress. When the man did not return, Chris went into the barn and spoke with a woman inside. She in turn spoke with the man who subsequently marched out with a face like thunder, opened the car door and brought out his child. We thought it prudent to move off at this point as it was clear our presence would be unlikely to improve his mood.
Day 4
23rd July, 2017
Our next programmed stop was Nantes, however before we set off it was my turn to visit the village of Oradour sur Glanes before the crowds arrived. I was there as the reception doors were opened and was accompanied through by a family with young children. I waited to see in which way they were heading and turned in the opposite direction. This time I was able to feel the tragedy which had befallen the 642 victims in the quietness and stillness of this abandoned village. I didn't feel I was an intrusion this time. I felt the former inhabitants would be grateful that I was visiting and acknowledging their existence. I found it incredibly moving, especially so in the cemetery which had not simply been turned into a memorial for the massacred victims. Families from the area were still burying their dead alongside their predecesors. It made me feel warm to think that atrocious as this war crime had been, the victims were laying alongside other family members; they were back in the fold however brutal their deaths.
The day had started off slightly cloudy and warm, as we headed towards Nantes the cloud thickened and it started to rain. The hotel we'd booked was right in the centre although the car park was a walk away. Chris said he was going out to get a cat. When I queried his statement he explained he was going to get one to see if he could swing it in the room as it was so small! It definitely wasn't a place to be holed up in for too long and needed co-ordination of movement from the two of us to be able negotiate the space! We ventured out early evening for something to eat; cold weather clothing was definitely out of the case by now.
23rd July, 2017
Our next programmed stop was Nantes, however before we set off it was my turn to visit the village of Oradour sur Glanes before the crowds arrived. I was there as the reception doors were opened and was accompanied through by a family with young children. I waited to see in which way they were heading and turned in the opposite direction. This time I was able to feel the tragedy which had befallen the 642 victims in the quietness and stillness of this abandoned village. I didn't feel I was an intrusion this time. I felt the former inhabitants would be grateful that I was visiting and acknowledging their existence. I found it incredibly moving, especially so in the cemetery which had not simply been turned into a memorial for the massacred victims. Families from the area were still burying their dead alongside their predecesors. It made me feel warm to think that atrocious as this war crime had been, the victims were laying alongside other family members; they were back in the fold however brutal their deaths.
The day had started off slightly cloudy and warm, as we headed towards Nantes the cloud thickened and it started to rain. The hotel we'd booked was right in the centre although the car park was a walk away. Chris said he was going out to get a cat. When I queried his statement he explained he was going to get one to see if he could swing it in the room as it was so small! It definitely wasn't a place to be holed up in for too long and needed co-ordination of movement from the two of us to be able negotiate the space! We ventured out early evening for something to eat; cold weather clothing was definitely out of the case by now.
Day 5
24th July, 2017
Thankfully the rain cleared in the night and we awoke to blue sky and warm temperatures. It was time to get out and explore Nantes. We first of all headed towards a nearby square for breakfast. I knew there was a big river running through the town and wanted to find it. On the way, Chris stumbled on a cobbled area and I was impressed as I watched him fall and turned it into a sideways roll. Of course I was concerned, however as always in such situations I had the giggles! It was compounded when a young French guy came over and offered his hand to help Chris up and kept asking if he was OK. Chris's embarrassment was funny to see. It wasn't until we'd moved away that he showed me how he'd caught his leg as he went down!
We found the river and walked across to the other side to explore. The area was a redeveloped former dockside and one of the attractions called The Machines of L'ile. A group of people were gathered near a long shed and we could hear steam engines working. I wasn't sure at first if my eyes were deceiving me as I thought I saw a huge structure move. It turned out to be a huge elephant and it was moving slowly in my direction. I stooped down in order to get a good perspective and watched through the viewfinder of my camera as it came closer. I was waiting to capture steam coming out of the trunk, however when I glanced above my camera, I realised that the elephoant was almost upon me. Nell had been nudging me, obviously upset at the approach of this monstrosity! As I stood up, there was laughter around. Unbeknown to me the operator was sitting in a cabin at the front of the elephant and had deliberately headed in my direction when he'd spotted me!
The whole area was filled with interesting things to see and do, we particularly enjoyed the walks along the riverside. My phone rang at one point and as I stopped to answer it, the elephant started on its walk again, hooting loudly. I had to explain to the caller that I couldn't hear for the moment as I had an elephant walking towards me! A confusing conversation ensued when I was able to talk and hear properly; the caller thought I was in some exotic location!!
On our way back to the hotel we came across a church and had a look inside; this event would turn out to be a regular occurence which was eventually dubbed ABC - another bloody church! I liked the way individual chairs in this church were arranged in front of the altar rather than lines of pews.
A walk later on as the sun went down to find somewhere to eat, saw us in a small square where the centre had been set out to depict a beach setting complete with palm. On top of the palm Chris spotted a couple of figurines stretched out in a relaxed manner. At least that was my interpretation of what it was about, there may have been a deeper meaning which passed me by!
24th July, 2017
Thankfully the rain cleared in the night and we awoke to blue sky and warm temperatures. It was time to get out and explore Nantes. We first of all headed towards a nearby square for breakfast. I knew there was a big river running through the town and wanted to find it. On the way, Chris stumbled on a cobbled area and I was impressed as I watched him fall and turned it into a sideways roll. Of course I was concerned, however as always in such situations I had the giggles! It was compounded when a young French guy came over and offered his hand to help Chris up and kept asking if he was OK. Chris's embarrassment was funny to see. It wasn't until we'd moved away that he showed me how he'd caught his leg as he went down!
We found the river and walked across to the other side to explore. The area was a redeveloped former dockside and one of the attractions called The Machines of L'ile. A group of people were gathered near a long shed and we could hear steam engines working. I wasn't sure at first if my eyes were deceiving me as I thought I saw a huge structure move. It turned out to be a huge elephant and it was moving slowly in my direction. I stooped down in order to get a good perspective and watched through the viewfinder of my camera as it came closer. I was waiting to capture steam coming out of the trunk, however when I glanced above my camera, I realised that the elephoant was almost upon me. Nell had been nudging me, obviously upset at the approach of this monstrosity! As I stood up, there was laughter around. Unbeknown to me the operator was sitting in a cabin at the front of the elephant and had deliberately headed in my direction when he'd spotted me!
The whole area was filled with interesting things to see and do, we particularly enjoyed the walks along the riverside. My phone rang at one point and as I stopped to answer it, the elephant started on its walk again, hooting loudly. I had to explain to the caller that I couldn't hear for the moment as I had an elephant walking towards me! A confusing conversation ensued when I was able to talk and hear properly; the caller thought I was in some exotic location!!
On our way back to the hotel we came across a church and had a look inside; this event would turn out to be a regular occurence which was eventually dubbed ABC - another bloody church! I liked the way individual chairs in this church were arranged in front of the altar rather than lines of pews.
A walk later on as the sun went down to find somewhere to eat, saw us in a small square where the centre had been set out to depict a beach setting complete with palm. On top of the palm Chris spotted a couple of figurines stretched out in a relaxed manner. At least that was my interpretation of what it was about, there may have been a deeper meaning which passed me by!
Day 6
25th July, 2017
Our next stop off was at Amiens. Chris had stayed here at various times with family and friends and wanted to show me the sights before our trip to the battlefield areas of the Somme the next day. I loved the photos which had been reproduced onto walls depicting human warfare. The cathedral was for me, ostentatious in the extreme.
The car park for our hotel was underground and doubled as parking for a supermarket. The supermarket access was via an escalator adjacent to the car park. As we crossed the level towards the hotel entrance, Chris went to buy a few things from the supermarket. Nell was close by my side, I thought, as we continued to our room. I suddenly looked back and saw Nell had started on the escalator following Chris without his knowledge! Poor dog must've wondered what was going on as Chris tried to come back down the escalator to get to her and bring her off!
An oddity which caught our eye was a toy which was strung up on a wall inside a private car park area. We had a funny discussion as to why it might be there.
25th July, 2017
Our next stop off was at Amiens. Chris had stayed here at various times with family and friends and wanted to show me the sights before our trip to the battlefield areas of the Somme the next day. I loved the photos which had been reproduced onto walls depicting human warfare. The cathedral was for me, ostentatious in the extreme.
The car park for our hotel was underground and doubled as parking for a supermarket. The supermarket access was via an escalator adjacent to the car park. As we crossed the level towards the hotel entrance, Chris went to buy a few things from the supermarket. Nell was close by my side, I thought, as we continued to our room. I suddenly looked back and saw Nell had started on the escalator following Chris without his knowledge! Poor dog must've wondered what was going on as Chris tried to come back down the escalator to get to her and bring her off!
An oddity which caught our eye was a toy which was strung up on a wall inside a private car park area. We had a funny discussion as to why it might be there.
Day 7
26th July, 2017
I was a bit apprehensive about this day. We were going to visit the town of Albert as well as some of the battlefields of the Somme. Our first stop was in Albert to find breakfast. We walked past the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Brebières and Chris told me the story of how, during World War I, the statue of Mary and the infant Jesus on top of the spire, was hit by a shell and slumped to a near-horizontal position. It remained in this position until further shelling in 1918 destroyed the tower. The British said that whoever made the statue fall would lose the war, whilst the Germans thought the opposite. Evidently the British ensured the statue would never fall by wiring it up.
I'd made an appointment earlier in the day to have a worm tablet administered to Nell by a local vet; a requirement of the British Government for pets to be allowed into the UK. Whilst wandering around Albert, I noticed a vetinary practice and we decided it worth seeing if I could get Nell looked at sooner rather than later. There was no-one else waiting in the vets and within 10 minutes, she'd been checked over, tablet administered, declared healthy and passport stamped as well as leaving us 40€ poorer. It was a decision which paid dividends the next day!
We left Albert and headed out to the battlefield areas of the Somme. The first stop was at a memorial to Scottish soldiers. They had fought in this location after soldiers from the Lancashire Fusiliers had attacked earlier in the battle. The Lancashire Fusiliers had waited to go over the top in an area alongside the memorial, known as Sunken Lane, Hawthorn Ridge. Sunken Lane has become well known by virtue of photographs and a lip-reading expert being able to tell the world of a conversation which was filmed here just before the call came to attack. There were several poignant tributes to soldiers left in the Lane.
Nearby were several small cemeteries containing the remains of soldiers who were buried where they fell. Chris mentioned the official war photographer Jeffrey Mallins, who had documented the battle through images and film. We were able to stand in some of the places from which he had taken his photos and films. I found some of his images and superimposed them onto mine.
Our tour of the Somme battlefields took us to positions the Canadians, French and British fought over. Sometimes memorials were joint, sometimes individual. We visited the Newfoundland Memorial Park for Canadians, at Beaumont Hamel which included old trenches, now grown over yet with the impressions still clearly visible. The Park is the largest battalion memorial on the Western Front and is the largest area of the Somme battlefield that has been preserved. As well as the preserved trench lines, there are a number of memorials and cemeteries contained within the site.
We also visited the Thiepval Memorial; the largest Commonwealth Memorial to the Missing, in the world. Over 70,000 names are listed. It is strange how different nations honour their dead with different headstones. In this memorial, French graves are crosses whilst the British are represented by solid headstones.
The sheer number of small and larger places of remembrance we visited in a relative short space of time, really brought it home to me the magnitude of loss of life. The Somme battlefield's monuments, cemeteries, artifacts and preserved areas represent the ultimate sacrifice that so many made. It also served to illustrate the folly of war.
26th July, 2017
I was a bit apprehensive about this day. We were going to visit the town of Albert as well as some of the battlefields of the Somme. Our first stop was in Albert to find breakfast. We walked past the Basilica of Notre-Dame de Brebières and Chris told me the story of how, during World War I, the statue of Mary and the infant Jesus on top of the spire, was hit by a shell and slumped to a near-horizontal position. It remained in this position until further shelling in 1918 destroyed the tower. The British said that whoever made the statue fall would lose the war, whilst the Germans thought the opposite. Evidently the British ensured the statue would never fall by wiring it up.
I'd made an appointment earlier in the day to have a worm tablet administered to Nell by a local vet; a requirement of the British Government for pets to be allowed into the UK. Whilst wandering around Albert, I noticed a vetinary practice and we decided it worth seeing if I could get Nell looked at sooner rather than later. There was no-one else waiting in the vets and within 10 minutes, she'd been checked over, tablet administered, declared healthy and passport stamped as well as leaving us 40€ poorer. It was a decision which paid dividends the next day!
We left Albert and headed out to the battlefield areas of the Somme. The first stop was at a memorial to Scottish soldiers. They had fought in this location after soldiers from the Lancashire Fusiliers had attacked earlier in the battle. The Lancashire Fusiliers had waited to go over the top in an area alongside the memorial, known as Sunken Lane, Hawthorn Ridge. Sunken Lane has become well known by virtue of photographs and a lip-reading expert being able to tell the world of a conversation which was filmed here just before the call came to attack. There were several poignant tributes to soldiers left in the Lane.
Nearby were several small cemeteries containing the remains of soldiers who were buried where they fell. Chris mentioned the official war photographer Jeffrey Mallins, who had documented the battle through images and film. We were able to stand in some of the places from which he had taken his photos and films. I found some of his images and superimposed them onto mine.
Our tour of the Somme battlefields took us to positions the Canadians, French and British fought over. Sometimes memorials were joint, sometimes individual. We visited the Newfoundland Memorial Park for Canadians, at Beaumont Hamel which included old trenches, now grown over yet with the impressions still clearly visible. The Park is the largest battalion memorial on the Western Front and is the largest area of the Somme battlefield that has been preserved. As well as the preserved trench lines, there are a number of memorials and cemeteries contained within the site.
We also visited the Thiepval Memorial; the largest Commonwealth Memorial to the Missing, in the world. Over 70,000 names are listed. It is strange how different nations honour their dead with different headstones. In this memorial, French graves are crosses whilst the British are represented by solid headstones.
The sheer number of small and larger places of remembrance we visited in a relative short space of time, really brought it home to me the magnitude of loss of life. The Somme battlefield's monuments, cemeteries, artifacts and preserved areas represent the ultimate sacrifice that so many made. It also served to illustrate the folly of war.
Day 8
27th July, 2017
It was off to Calais early in the morning to go through the formalities needed when taking pets into the UK. We arrived in plenty of time and went to the special check in area for pets. It was there that the decision to have Nell's check over done early paid dividends. I'd completely forgotten that the worm tablet had to be administered at least 24 hours before departure. We were booked on a train just before 10am and Nell's tablet had been given just before 11am the day before. It meant a wait of an hour before we could board the next train. I was only thankful that I hadn't waited until the 5pm appointment; it would've been a long day! Apart from the self inflicted delay, Eurotunnel also added to the situation by having to deal with a backlog of cars following disruption earlier in the day. It meant we were several hours later than anticipated arriving at our hotel in Thetford for the next four nights.
The first problem we had to negotiate at the hotel was the incredibly narrow, steep and winding steps up to our room. Nell couldn't get up them and it was dangerous for us having to carry her. The floor of the room was also on a slope which wasn't in itself a problem, however when added to other small things such as only 1 bath towel, dirty mirrors and noisy street, we weren't too happy. A chat with management solved nothing. We looked for somewhere else to stay, however as it was August and we wanted to be in the area, we had to put up with it all. The bonus was that we were close to family and friends so wouldn't have to stay in the hotel much anyway.
A lovely evening walk alongside the river made up for our disappointment with the lodgings. A real English beer for Chris also helped put a gloss on things!
27th July, 2017
It was off to Calais early in the morning to go through the formalities needed when taking pets into the UK. We arrived in plenty of time and went to the special check in area for pets. It was there that the decision to have Nell's check over done early paid dividends. I'd completely forgotten that the worm tablet had to be administered at least 24 hours before departure. We were booked on a train just before 10am and Nell's tablet had been given just before 11am the day before. It meant a wait of an hour before we could board the next train. I was only thankful that I hadn't waited until the 5pm appointment; it would've been a long day! Apart from the self inflicted delay, Eurotunnel also added to the situation by having to deal with a backlog of cars following disruption earlier in the day. It meant we were several hours later than anticipated arriving at our hotel in Thetford for the next four nights.
The first problem we had to negotiate at the hotel was the incredibly narrow, steep and winding steps up to our room. Nell couldn't get up them and it was dangerous for us having to carry her. The floor of the room was also on a slope which wasn't in itself a problem, however when added to other small things such as only 1 bath towel, dirty mirrors and noisy street, we weren't too happy. A chat with management solved nothing. We looked for somewhere else to stay, however as it was August and we wanted to be in the area, we had to put up with it all. The bonus was that we were close to family and friends so wouldn't have to stay in the hotel much anyway.
A lovely evening walk alongside the river made up for our disappointment with the lodgings. A real English beer for Chris also helped put a gloss on things!
Day 9
28th July, 2017
A day for catching up with family and friends. We started off the day with a lovely walk beside the river at Thetford. Then it was off to a neaby village to meet with the breeder friend whose Border Collie dog Mac, was father of Nell. One of her collies had recently had a litter. She'd had an emergency operation shortly before they were born naturally, because her stomach had been punctured somehow. She showed no ill effects although was extremely protective of her pups. We were also able to see progress on the house which had once been a run down cottage. The building which now takes its place is magnificent in its design and outlook. It's a lovely place to live a country life surrounded by Border Collies and sheep.
We then met up with a long standing friend in the meadow which he maintains as an oasis in a built up area. It was interesting to see and hear of the various projects which had been undertaken and those that were in hand.
Our final stop off for the day was to meet up with friends and family. A barbeque was planned, however the weather decided not to co-operate. It didn't matter, a good time was had by all and although we ate inside, the food was cooked outside.
28th July, 2017
A day for catching up with family and friends. We started off the day with a lovely walk beside the river at Thetford. Then it was off to a neaby village to meet with the breeder friend whose Border Collie dog Mac, was father of Nell. One of her collies had recently had a litter. She'd had an emergency operation shortly before they were born naturally, because her stomach had been punctured somehow. She showed no ill effects although was extremely protective of her pups. We were also able to see progress on the house which had once been a run down cottage. The building which now takes its place is magnificent in its design and outlook. It's a lovely place to live a country life surrounded by Border Collies and sheep.
We then met up with a long standing friend in the meadow which he maintains as an oasis in a built up area. It was interesting to see and hear of the various projects which had been undertaken and those that were in hand.
Our final stop off for the day was to meet up with friends and family. A barbeque was planned, however the weather decided not to co-operate. It didn't matter, a good time was had by all and although we ate inside, the food was cooked outside.
Day 10
29th July, 2017
A day for trips down memory lanes! We headed towards Cromer in order to buy some crabs. Once purchased and safely put aside for later collection, we wandered around the town centre. Stopping to have a look in the impressive church (yes, ABC) I discovered that the tower was open, not only that, it was free to climb! I started up with a warning ringing in my ears to watch out towards the top as the steps became very narrow and steep. I was OK for the first half and felt quite brave. A few people came down and we passed without problem. I looked upwards as the stairs narrowed and there seemed to be quite a way still to go. Onwards and upwards I went and then suddenly felt vulnerable. I stopped and thought I was going to bottle it. Instead, I sat down and worked out a way to get down on my backside. I went down a few steps and felt comfortable so turned around and carried on. I had to repeat this manoeuvre a few times until I emerged on the roof! It was windy, however the views were spectacular. I was definitely up with the pigeons! I didn't stay too long, getting back down was still looming large in my mind. In the event, I made it back down the 172 steps without mishap.
After my epic feat we headed along the coast towards the village and my home during my youth. Our home is now a restaurant, with a good reputation I believe! I really loved living there, so close to the sea. I spent my childhood years out and about in this area with two best friends, one of whom I'd recently been in touch with after a long time. Those formative years led to a lifelong love of and respect for the sea.
We had intended to follow the coast road further west, however traffic was heavy and slow. We decided to turn back inland and head back towards the hotel in which we were staying. Just before we reached a turn off however, we were treated to a spectacular display of Harley Davidsons heading in the opposite direction to us. They just kept coming and coming. There must have been several hundred of them. We gathered there had been a weekend meet up and they were moving on to another town for a display before heading to their respective home.
On the way back we saw a pub; a cool beer beckoned. Not only did they allow dogs inside, there was also a pool table so of course we had a game.
29th July, 2017
A day for trips down memory lanes! We headed towards Cromer in order to buy some crabs. Once purchased and safely put aside for later collection, we wandered around the town centre. Stopping to have a look in the impressive church (yes, ABC) I discovered that the tower was open, not only that, it was free to climb! I started up with a warning ringing in my ears to watch out towards the top as the steps became very narrow and steep. I was OK for the first half and felt quite brave. A few people came down and we passed without problem. I looked upwards as the stairs narrowed and there seemed to be quite a way still to go. Onwards and upwards I went and then suddenly felt vulnerable. I stopped and thought I was going to bottle it. Instead, I sat down and worked out a way to get down on my backside. I went down a few steps and felt comfortable so turned around and carried on. I had to repeat this manoeuvre a few times until I emerged on the roof! It was windy, however the views were spectacular. I was definitely up with the pigeons! I didn't stay too long, getting back down was still looming large in my mind. In the event, I made it back down the 172 steps without mishap.
After my epic feat we headed along the coast towards the village and my home during my youth. Our home is now a restaurant, with a good reputation I believe! I really loved living there, so close to the sea. I spent my childhood years out and about in this area with two best friends, one of whom I'd recently been in touch with after a long time. Those formative years led to a lifelong love of and respect for the sea.
We had intended to follow the coast road further west, however traffic was heavy and slow. We decided to turn back inland and head back towards the hotel in which we were staying. Just before we reached a turn off however, we were treated to a spectacular display of Harley Davidsons heading in the opposite direction to us. They just kept coming and coming. There must have been several hundred of them. We gathered there had been a weekend meet up and they were moving on to another town for a display before heading to their respective home.
On the way back we saw a pub; a cool beer beckoned. Not only did they allow dogs inside, there was also a pool table so of course we had a game.
Day 11
30th July, 2017
The morning of this Sunday saw us sitting in a laundrette learning about the intricacies of the washing machines and tumble dryers. It took us a few goes, however eventually we succeeded and sat for a while getting our laundry ready for the next stage of our trip. The afternoon saw us heading towards a rendezvous with my childhood friend and his wife and thence on to an evening meal with family and friends.
30th July, 2017
The morning of this Sunday saw us sitting in a laundrette learning about the intricacies of the washing machines and tumble dryers. It took us a few goes, however eventually we succeeded and sat for a while getting our laundry ready for the next stage of our trip. The afternoon saw us heading towards a rendezvous with my childhood friend and his wife and thence on to an evening meal with family and friends.
Day 12
31st July, 2017
Leaving Norfolk we headed north west towards Manchester. It was time for another trip down memory lane as Chris showed me his old stomping ground. We stopped off at a supermarket to purchase supplies for our stay in a caravan. Whilst Chris was inside buying what we needed, Nell and I were treated to the company of a cheeky starling on the wing mirror for at least ten minutes. It kept peering in at us and was maybe expecting some food offering. After visiting some family and friends we went to our overnight stop at a nearly new multi storey hotel where we surprised that dogs were accepted.
31st July, 2017
Leaving Norfolk we headed north west towards Manchester. It was time for another trip down memory lane as Chris showed me his old stomping ground. We stopped off at a supermarket to purchase supplies for our stay in a caravan. Whilst Chris was inside buying what we needed, Nell and I were treated to the company of a cheeky starling on the wing mirror for at least ten minutes. It kept peering in at us and was maybe expecting some food offering. After visiting some family and friends we went to our overnight stop at a nearly new multi storey hotel where we surprised that dogs were accepted.
Day 13
1st August, 2017
Awaking to a glorious sunrise which we could see from our fifth floor room without getting out of bed, the omens looked good. However, I awoke to clogged eyes, heavy head and a sore throat. I assumed it was from being unable to open windows during the night and having slept with aircon on all night long.
Heading away from Manchester I experience the rain and how it falls in that part of the world. One minute it's dry, the next it's as if someone has emptied a bucket of water in one go! After a few miles of wetness the skies eventually cleared and we were heading towards Wales for what we anticipated would be a month of relaxation.
En route, we saw a high spire in the distance. It was a church which Chris had visited before at Bodelwyddan. The churchyard contains commonwealth war grave memorials of Canadian soldiers who died after the war ended. A bit of investigation unearthed the story of how thousands had been incarcerated in a transit camp whilst waiting for repatriation. Conditions were terrible, promises were broken and those soldiers who didn't die from influenza and other illnesses, rioted. Five were shot dead.
Our final stop before reaching the camp site and the caravan was beside a full flowing river and sheep filling the hillsides alongside. We anticipated more of the same in the coming weeks.
Arriving at the campsite where the caravan which we'd been lent was located, our spirits took a dive. It wasn't what we were expecting, it had started to rain and when there were problems with the electrics, we decided to up sticks and find a hotel nearby to decamp. Aberystwyth came to the rescue!
1st August, 2017
Awaking to a glorious sunrise which we could see from our fifth floor room without getting out of bed, the omens looked good. However, I awoke to clogged eyes, heavy head and a sore throat. I assumed it was from being unable to open windows during the night and having slept with aircon on all night long.
Heading away from Manchester I experience the rain and how it falls in that part of the world. One minute it's dry, the next it's as if someone has emptied a bucket of water in one go! After a few miles of wetness the skies eventually cleared and we were heading towards Wales for what we anticipated would be a month of relaxation.
En route, we saw a high spire in the distance. It was a church which Chris had visited before at Bodelwyddan. The churchyard contains commonwealth war grave memorials of Canadian soldiers who died after the war ended. A bit of investigation unearthed the story of how thousands had been incarcerated in a transit camp whilst waiting for repatriation. Conditions were terrible, promises were broken and those soldiers who didn't die from influenza and other illnesses, rioted. Five were shot dead.
Our final stop before reaching the camp site and the caravan was beside a full flowing river and sheep filling the hillsides alongside. We anticipated more of the same in the coming weeks.
Arriving at the campsite where the caravan which we'd been lent was located, our spirits took a dive. It wasn't what we were expecting, it had started to rain and when there were problems with the electrics, we decided to up sticks and find a hotel nearby to decamp. Aberystwyth came to the rescue!
Day 14
2nd August, 2017
It was still raining the next morning, however we were out and about as soon as it began to clear. We'd decided to stay two nights at a seaside hotel and sort out what we would do for the rest of the month.
Aberystwyth is one of those town which was probably glorious in its heyday. It was quiet, which suited us and although somewhat run down, there were things to see and do.
We thought Nell might be able to cope with the cliffside railway. It was quiet when we watched it move up on the track, however we hadn't made allowance for the slamming of doors and confined space. We bought tickets and chose our seats. Nell started to panic though, so I took her out and said I'd walk up and meet Chris at the top. It wasn't a bad walk and it didn't take us long to get there, however there was no Chris at the top! Thinking that if he had gone down again, there was still a spare ticket so I could let him know I'd wait at the top. Unfortunately, contact wasn't made and when it started to rain again, Nell and I headed down and found Chris on the prom patiently waited for us.
Rain continued to fall intermittently although we did manage to get out and take in more of the sights and sounds of the town. A brass band was performing, sea exercises were being undertaken just off the beach and two miserable looking donkeys were waiting to take children along the prom. We found our way to some castle ruins, however it started to rain again so we sought shelter. It cleared up sufficiently to give us a lovely sunset, it was safe to say though, we were looking forward to getting away from wet Wales as the forecast for the next week was continuing rainfall.
2nd August, 2017
It was still raining the next morning, however we were out and about as soon as it began to clear. We'd decided to stay two nights at a seaside hotel and sort out what we would do for the rest of the month.
Aberystwyth is one of those town which was probably glorious in its heyday. It was quiet, which suited us and although somewhat run down, there were things to see and do.
We thought Nell might be able to cope with the cliffside railway. It was quiet when we watched it move up on the track, however we hadn't made allowance for the slamming of doors and confined space. We bought tickets and chose our seats. Nell started to panic though, so I took her out and said I'd walk up and meet Chris at the top. It wasn't a bad walk and it didn't take us long to get there, however there was no Chris at the top! Thinking that if he had gone down again, there was still a spare ticket so I could let him know I'd wait at the top. Unfortunately, contact wasn't made and when it started to rain again, Nell and I headed down and found Chris on the prom patiently waited for us.
Rain continued to fall intermittently although we did manage to get out and take in more of the sights and sounds of the town. A brass band was performing, sea exercises were being undertaken just off the beach and two miserable looking donkeys were waiting to take children along the prom. We found our way to some castle ruins, however it started to rain again so we sought shelter. It cleared up sufficiently to give us a lovely sunset, it was safe to say though, we were looking forward to getting away from wet Wales as the forecast for the next week was continuing rainfall.
Day 15
3rd August, 2017
We left Wales still under cloud, not for long though. The sky cleared (although not the roads, they were chocker block). We had a lovely brief stop to meet up with a former work colleague of Chris's who plied us with biscuits, including some for Nell! Then it was on to Thrapston and our overnight stop in a pub (😬). The highlight however, was stopping off for a fantastic meal with my cousin and her husband and being introduced to smoked Basa; no, we'd never heard of it either. It was delicious and the company was great!
3rd August, 2017
We left Wales still under cloud, not for long though. The sky cleared (although not the roads, they were chocker block). We had a lovely brief stop to meet up with a former work colleague of Chris's who plied us with biscuits, including some for Nell! Then it was on to Thrapston and our overnight stop in a pub (😬). The highlight however, was stopping off for a fantastic meal with my cousin and her husband and being introduced to smoked Basa; no, we'd never heard of it either. It was delicious and the company was great!
Day 16
4th August, 2017
We were heading to a cottage in Suffolk which we had arranged to rent for a week. En route, we stopped off to look at one of only 3 remaining Eleanor Crosses. Chris, my educator in such things, explained how King Edward 1 had the crosses erected between 1291 and 1294 in memory of his wife Eleanor of Castile. The crosses marking the nightly resting-places along the route taken when her body was transported to London.
Intersting though it all was, I was especially delighted to find that there was a ford in the village too! Of course I had to wait until a vehicle came and made a splash and was delighted when it was a delivery driver in a hurry! (Such little things in life!)
A curiosity was the brilliant use of a telephone box in which was placed a defibrillator.
Arriving at our cottage we were over the moon to find it was more than we had anticipated. Nell is happy to find hedges in which to poke about and we're not far from the coast or Minsmere Nature Reserve. This is more like it!
4th August, 2017
We were heading to a cottage in Suffolk which we had arranged to rent for a week. En route, we stopped off to look at one of only 3 remaining Eleanor Crosses. Chris, my educator in such things, explained how King Edward 1 had the crosses erected between 1291 and 1294 in memory of his wife Eleanor of Castile. The crosses marking the nightly resting-places along the route taken when her body was transported to London.
Intersting though it all was, I was especially delighted to find that there was a ford in the village too! Of course I had to wait until a vehicle came and made a splash and was delighted when it was a delivery driver in a hurry! (Such little things in life!)
A curiosity was the brilliant use of a telephone box in which was placed a defibrillator.
Arriving at our cottage we were over the moon to find it was more than we had anticipated. Nell is happy to find hedges in which to poke about and we're not far from the coast or Minsmere Nature Reserve. This is more like it!
Day 17
5th August, 2017
What an absolutely lovely first day we had in our hideaway cottage. We decided to go for a walk in full sunshine across heathland. The clouds were picture perfect and it seemed a good idea to walk some 4 miles towards a nearby village. There were stretches where Chris became Livingston-Burnell and there were also warnings about archery targets nearby! Nell was thoroughly enjoying herself and although we had to ask a few times for directions from people coming in the opposite direction, unscathed we made it to civilisation and the pub for lunch.
We clocked a traditional pub as we entered a village. After a quick look around we thought that a nice pub lunch would suit us fine! Afterwards, we wandered towards the beach where we could see heavy showers in the distance. Just incase, we investigated possible shelter in some old, derelict fishermens huts. Much to Chris's delight he came across an old engine used for winching boats and impressed Nell no end with his running commentary of how he could strip and repair it right then! Realising that we were unlikely to have to make use of the hut we headed towards a car park. Chris saw an old bus similar to those he'd once worked on parked whilst the driver was in a cafe; it gave him a chance to have a good look around and under it in places! Then it was on to have quick look at some Priory remains before we started to think about heading back to the cottage.
The showers had never materialised with us. However, we were prudent and realised that a 4 mile hike back would probably seem longer than when we left. We started to retrace our steps from the morning walk watching as the sky became more and more cloudy and dark. As we entered the cottage, a really heavy shower started. We'd timed it all to perfection.
5th August, 2017
What an absolutely lovely first day we had in our hideaway cottage. We decided to go for a walk in full sunshine across heathland. The clouds were picture perfect and it seemed a good idea to walk some 4 miles towards a nearby village. There were stretches where Chris became Livingston-Burnell and there were also warnings about archery targets nearby! Nell was thoroughly enjoying herself and although we had to ask a few times for directions from people coming in the opposite direction, unscathed we made it to civilisation and the pub for lunch.
We clocked a traditional pub as we entered a village. After a quick look around we thought that a nice pub lunch would suit us fine! Afterwards, we wandered towards the beach where we could see heavy showers in the distance. Just incase, we investigated possible shelter in some old, derelict fishermens huts. Much to Chris's delight he came across an old engine used for winching boats and impressed Nell no end with his running commentary of how he could strip and repair it right then! Realising that we were unlikely to have to make use of the hut we headed towards a car park. Chris saw an old bus similar to those he'd once worked on parked whilst the driver was in a cafe; it gave him a chance to have a good look around and under it in places! Then it was on to have quick look at some Priory remains before we started to think about heading back to the cottage.
The showers had never materialised with us. However, we were prudent and realised that a 4 mile hike back would probably seem longer than when we left. We started to retrace our steps from the morning walk watching as the sky became more and more cloudy and dark. As we entered the cottage, a really heavy shower started. We'd timed it all to perfection.
Day 18
6th August, 2017
Another fantastic day. It started off sitting in the sunshine and watching a grey squirrel use an electric wire strung across the road to navigate from one side to the other!
Then it was on the road in the car to give all our weary legs a rest. We first headed to Thorpeness to investigate its quirkiness, particularly the 'house in clouds'. It took us a while to find a parking spot; perils of holidaying in August I guess. It wasn't difficult to find the house in the clouds as it was possible to see it for miles around. It's apparently available to rent and actually started out life as a water tower. Nearby was a windmill in working order.
The Meare is an artificially created boating lake with landings marked with names on a Peter Pan theme. Tiny islands contain locations found in J M Barrie’s novel including ‘The Pirate’s Lair’ and ‘Wendy’s Island’
We next stopped off at Aldeburgh. It was fairly busy and seemed to be a magnet for people with dogs. We were able to have an enjoyable walk as well as sit in the car and eat fish and chips from the paper; the only way really!
Our next stop was at the Snape Maltings, where formerly barley was malted in order to brew beer. One of the Thames Barges used to transport the malt was moored close by. Snape Maltings has become a world leading centre for music and provided inspriation for Benjamin Britten and others.
The complex sits beside the tidal river on which Don and I had our boat moored for years. We never made it to this area as our boat was too big. It was interesting to see what we'd missed.
Our final stop of the day came about because Chris's favourite trousers suddenly split at the front on both legs. Whilst he adopted a noncholant air of someone in the latest designer shorts, it was clear we wouldn't be heading towards crowded areas!
We stopped off at the point where my boat in a previous life had been moored and the hard standing which we used for maintenance during the winter. I remembered those times well, trying to get all the jobs done during the winter on a cold, often blowy east coast. Nowadays though, it was much changed with only small boats to be seen.
6th August, 2017
Another fantastic day. It started off sitting in the sunshine and watching a grey squirrel use an electric wire strung across the road to navigate from one side to the other!
Then it was on the road in the car to give all our weary legs a rest. We first headed to Thorpeness to investigate its quirkiness, particularly the 'house in clouds'. It took us a while to find a parking spot; perils of holidaying in August I guess. It wasn't difficult to find the house in the clouds as it was possible to see it for miles around. It's apparently available to rent and actually started out life as a water tower. Nearby was a windmill in working order.
The Meare is an artificially created boating lake with landings marked with names on a Peter Pan theme. Tiny islands contain locations found in J M Barrie’s novel including ‘The Pirate’s Lair’ and ‘Wendy’s Island’
We next stopped off at Aldeburgh. It was fairly busy and seemed to be a magnet for people with dogs. We were able to have an enjoyable walk as well as sit in the car and eat fish and chips from the paper; the only way really!
Our next stop was at the Snape Maltings, where formerly barley was malted in order to brew beer. One of the Thames Barges used to transport the malt was moored close by. Snape Maltings has become a world leading centre for music and provided inspriation for Benjamin Britten and others.
The complex sits beside the tidal river on which Don and I had our boat moored for years. We never made it to this area as our boat was too big. It was interesting to see what we'd missed.
Our final stop of the day came about because Chris's favourite trousers suddenly split at the front on both legs. Whilst he adopted a noncholant air of someone in the latest designer shorts, it was clear we wouldn't be heading towards crowded areas!
We stopped off at the point where my boat in a previous life had been moored and the hard standing which we used for maintenance during the winter. I remembered those times well, trying to get all the jobs done during the winter on a cold, often blowy east coast. Nowadays though, it was much changed with only small boats to be seen.
Day 19
7th August, 2017
Salty dog day today and not just Nell!
A short car ride from our hideaway was the coastal village of Walberswick at the mouth of the River Blyth. On the other side of the river is Southwold. I'd read about a ferry service where passengers were rowed across by a woman; of course it was something we decided to go and investigate.
Before sussing the ferry out though, we had a wander in the sand dunes and towards a lovely sandy beach where we found (according to Chris) Ronnie Barker's glasses!
The tide was almost high and it was possible to see the effect of the strong currents, common on this coast. We watched as a French yacht made it into the harbour entrance and was quickly swept passed us.
We found the ferry and saw that dogs were welcome! It wasn't a female rower, instead we had a young hunky guy. Watching him battle and then use the current was fascinating. Nell looked somewhat bewildered and a little nervous as we lifted her into the boat. As usual though, she coped and we soon reached the other side and an opportunity for her to walk again on green, soft tracks.
We headed towards Southwold, a couple of miles walk away. It was a lovely walk, however I had on totally inappropriate sandals and was a bit uncomfortable. Southwold turned out to be a fairly quiet town, which we liked. We had thought to walk along to the pier, however left that for another day. We did have a wander around the town and came across a hall where any amount of cds etc were for sale. We spent a happy time rooting through all the boxes and bought two new cds for the car.
The return ferry crossing was a little more traumatic for Nell as the boat was full and she couldn't see anything other than people's feet. She soon forgot the trip as soon as we were on dry land and she could sniff around again.
On the way back to our cottage we stopped off at a church which had caught our eye on the way in. There was a sizeable ruin alongside the church and we were curious as to what might have happened. Seems as if the ruins belonged to a priory.
Another memorable day. I truly love the landscape of this region. It may be flat, however it affords gloriously huge skies.
7th August, 2017
Salty dog day today and not just Nell!
A short car ride from our hideaway was the coastal village of Walberswick at the mouth of the River Blyth. On the other side of the river is Southwold. I'd read about a ferry service where passengers were rowed across by a woman; of course it was something we decided to go and investigate.
Before sussing the ferry out though, we had a wander in the sand dunes and towards a lovely sandy beach where we found (according to Chris) Ronnie Barker's glasses!
The tide was almost high and it was possible to see the effect of the strong currents, common on this coast. We watched as a French yacht made it into the harbour entrance and was quickly swept passed us.
We found the ferry and saw that dogs were welcome! It wasn't a female rower, instead we had a young hunky guy. Watching him battle and then use the current was fascinating. Nell looked somewhat bewildered and a little nervous as we lifted her into the boat. As usual though, she coped and we soon reached the other side and an opportunity for her to walk again on green, soft tracks.
We headed towards Southwold, a couple of miles walk away. It was a lovely walk, however I had on totally inappropriate sandals and was a bit uncomfortable. Southwold turned out to be a fairly quiet town, which we liked. We had thought to walk along to the pier, however left that for another day. We did have a wander around the town and came across a hall where any amount of cds etc were for sale. We spent a happy time rooting through all the boxes and bought two new cds for the car.
The return ferry crossing was a little more traumatic for Nell as the boat was full and she couldn't see anything other than people's feet. She soon forgot the trip as soon as we were on dry land and she could sniff around again.
On the way back to our cottage we stopped off at a church which had caught our eye on the way in. There was a sizeable ruin alongside the church and we were curious as to what might have happened. Seems as if the ruins belonged to a priory.
Another memorable day. I truly love the landscape of this region. It may be flat, however it affords gloriously huge skies.
Day 20
8th August, 2017
Rain was forecast at some time during the day. We decided to head to the home of Suffolk Punch horses where we could be inside if the rain materialised. Only problem was, I hadn't spotted that Tuesday was the only day when they were closed! There were people about so we drove in to get more details. A lovely lady volunteer apologied profusely on behalf of the centre and urged us to come back the next day.
Nell wanted a wee as we left, so Chris pulled up alongside a grass verge and I waited as she did her business. As I sat in the car again, I noticed my foot mat was crawling with ants. Quickly lifting everything out from the well, it was clear I'd been standing right on top of an ants nest; they were everywhere! I did a very good impression of a war dance as I tried to shake them off and we both brushed ants off Nell. It took a good few minutes before we were reasonably sure of having cleared most of them!
Carrying on along the coast we arrived at Woodbridge, located at the top of the River Deben. Don and I had sailed this river a few times in years gone by; I remembered several hairy entrances from the sea over the years. It had changed considerably since we had last visited and there were many more boats now, particularly large ones.
It started to spot with rain, however looking south we could see blue sky. We pointed the car in that direction and headed towards Felixstowe. Chris knew only the massive container port at this location from his days in security and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was also a holiday resort with lovely sandy beaches.
Arriving back at our hideway, it was clear we had made the right decision; there'd been heavy rain and we'd missed it all.
8th August, 2017
Rain was forecast at some time during the day. We decided to head to the home of Suffolk Punch horses where we could be inside if the rain materialised. Only problem was, I hadn't spotted that Tuesday was the only day when they were closed! There were people about so we drove in to get more details. A lovely lady volunteer apologied profusely on behalf of the centre and urged us to come back the next day.
Nell wanted a wee as we left, so Chris pulled up alongside a grass verge and I waited as she did her business. As I sat in the car again, I noticed my foot mat was crawling with ants. Quickly lifting everything out from the well, it was clear I'd been standing right on top of an ants nest; they were everywhere! I did a very good impression of a war dance as I tried to shake them off and we both brushed ants off Nell. It took a good few minutes before we were reasonably sure of having cleared most of them!
Carrying on along the coast we arrived at Woodbridge, located at the top of the River Deben. Don and I had sailed this river a few times in years gone by; I remembered several hairy entrances from the sea over the years. It had changed considerably since we had last visited and there were many more boats now, particularly large ones.
It started to spot with rain, however looking south we could see blue sky. We pointed the car in that direction and headed towards Felixstowe. Chris knew only the massive container port at this location from his days in security and was pleasantly surprised to see that it was also a holiday resort with lovely sandy beaches.
Arriving back at our hideway, it was clear we had made the right decision; there'd been heavy rain and we'd missed it all.
Day 21
9th August, 2017
The forecast has been pretty accurate so we had contingency plans for today when it was due to rain all day.
The first place we visited was an airfield museum at Parham. It's a museum dedicated to allied airmen and the British Resistance Movement. It's housed in an original wartime control tower and was fascinating to explore. It didn't look very big from the outside, however once inside, there seemed to be rooms going off in all directions with any amount of memorabilia. We were able to take Nell inside with us and she came to everywhere bar the control room because it was up some open steps. I have enough trouble getting myself up this type of step, let alone manage with Nell. I'm glad I made it though because there was a very informative volunteer who was able to point out all the important places of the airfield which were now overgrown. Not only that, a couple of visiting Americans were asking questions and it turned out that the father of one of them had actually served at the air base.
We explored each of the rooms and eventually found our way to the canteen. Looking out the window whilst supping our cuppa, we could see the heavens open
Once the rain had cleared, it was back to the Suffolk Punch Trust which today was open! Steering clear of ants nests we dodged the showers to get to the stables of these magnificent horses. It was clear early on that Chris is definitely a city boy! He screwed up his nose at the lovely smell of fresh hay (I thought!) and tip-toed his way around the site. Definitely town comes up country 😂 We watched a tail plaiting demonstration. I think the conversation the groom was having with the horse was slightly more interesting than the demonstration itself as it decided not to co-operate!
We did think about travelling on to Ipswich then decided against it and headed back to our hideaway. A couple of sculptures had caught our eye during our travels and this was the day we were able to stop and photograph them. The metal man was standing outside the home of an artist and his workshop. There were others inside his property of which I caught a glimpse. The shell was on the beach and was a dedication to the composer, Benjamin Britten
Later in the evening we went for a pub meal at the local hostelery. We hoped we'd catch sight again of a muntjac deer which suddenly popped out of a hedge in front of us the other evening; no such luck though.
9th August, 2017
The forecast has been pretty accurate so we had contingency plans for today when it was due to rain all day.
The first place we visited was an airfield museum at Parham. It's a museum dedicated to allied airmen and the British Resistance Movement. It's housed in an original wartime control tower and was fascinating to explore. It didn't look very big from the outside, however once inside, there seemed to be rooms going off in all directions with any amount of memorabilia. We were able to take Nell inside with us and she came to everywhere bar the control room because it was up some open steps. I have enough trouble getting myself up this type of step, let alone manage with Nell. I'm glad I made it though because there was a very informative volunteer who was able to point out all the important places of the airfield which were now overgrown. Not only that, a couple of visiting Americans were asking questions and it turned out that the father of one of them had actually served at the air base.
We explored each of the rooms and eventually found our way to the canteen. Looking out the window whilst supping our cuppa, we could see the heavens open
Once the rain had cleared, it was back to the Suffolk Punch Trust which today was open! Steering clear of ants nests we dodged the showers to get to the stables of these magnificent horses. It was clear early on that Chris is definitely a city boy! He screwed up his nose at the lovely smell of fresh hay (I thought!) and tip-toed his way around the site. Definitely town comes up country 😂 We watched a tail plaiting demonstration. I think the conversation the groom was having with the horse was slightly more interesting than the demonstration itself as it decided not to co-operate!
We did think about travelling on to Ipswich then decided against it and headed back to our hideaway. A couple of sculptures had caught our eye during our travels and this was the day we were able to stop and photograph them. The metal man was standing outside the home of an artist and his workshop. There were others inside his property of which I caught a glimpse. The shell was on the beach and was a dedication to the composer, Benjamin Britten
Later in the evening we went for a pub meal at the local hostelery. We hoped we'd catch sight again of a muntjac deer which suddenly popped out of a hedge in front of us the other evening; no such luck though.
Day 22
10th August, 2017
This day was our last full day in our hideaway. The next day we'd be starting our journey towards the NE of England. It was somewhat of a bitty day as we didn't want to drive too far, yet had places where we still wanted to find out more.
Our first stop was at Leiston Abbey which dated from 1363. It fell into disrepair following the dissolution of the monasteries in 1536. The remains show the extent of the original complex and parts of it are now in use by the ProCorda Trust, a musical and educational charity.
Not too far from the Abbey was the gun-totting sculpture I'd taken a photo of the day before. I'd since done some research about the guy who created this sculpture placed by the roadside. As his workshop was not too far from the sculpture itself, Chris dropped me off and I was able to have a scout around the place. I'd read that the artist, Paul Richardson likes to bring his sense of humour to his creations as well as to underline his concerns. His work was thought provoking as well as showing off his undoubted talent. I could hear the guy working in his workshop and was tempted to make myself known and hope to have a chat with him. In the event I bottled it and left only with a few more photos of his work.
We then headed to the beach at Dunwich where we wanted to sample the fish and chips we'd seen previously. We sat in the car eating our meal and watched as a drama was unfolding in front of us. An old lady appeared to have had a fall and was half sitting, half laying on the ground. Although she had people around her and extra clothes for warmth, it seemed as if she was going to be in for a long wait if the emergency services were on their way.
As we were leaving the car park, Chris suddenly seemed to start talking in another language. He was so excited to see an old, yellow racing car and the words started falling out of his mouth as he tried to explain something about The Prisoner! I still don't know to what he was referring, however it was so funny to watch as he urged me to take a photograph!
10th August, 2017
This day was our last full day in our hideaway. The next day we'd be starting our journey towards the NE of England. It was somewhat of a bitty day as we didn't want to drive too far, yet had places where we still wanted to find out more.
Our first stop was at Leiston Abbey which dated from 1363. It fell into disrepair following the dissolution of the monasteries in 1536. The remains show the extent of the original complex and parts of it are now in use by the ProCorda Trust, a musical and educational charity.
Not too far from the Abbey was the gun-totting sculpture I'd taken a photo of the day before. I'd since done some research about the guy who created this sculpture placed by the roadside. As his workshop was not too far from the sculpture itself, Chris dropped me off and I was able to have a scout around the place. I'd read that the artist, Paul Richardson likes to bring his sense of humour to his creations as well as to underline his concerns. His work was thought provoking as well as showing off his undoubted talent. I could hear the guy working in his workshop and was tempted to make myself known and hope to have a chat with him. In the event I bottled it and left only with a few more photos of his work.
We then headed to the beach at Dunwich where we wanted to sample the fish and chips we'd seen previously. We sat in the car eating our meal and watched as a drama was unfolding in front of us. An old lady appeared to have had a fall and was half sitting, half laying on the ground. Although she had people around her and extra clothes for warmth, it seemed as if she was going to be in for a long wait if the emergency services were on their way.
As we were leaving the car park, Chris suddenly seemed to start talking in another language. He was so excited to see an old, yellow racing car and the words started falling out of his mouth as he tried to explain something about The Prisoner! I still don't know to what he was referring, however it was so funny to watch as he urged me to take a photograph!
Day 23
11th August, 2017
We had a lovely last evening walk across the heather yesterday and could see our little hideaway peeking through the trees in the distance. It had been a fantastic week of relaxation and exploration although we were ready to move on to the next phase of our trip. Our journey was taking us to County Durham and a chance to catch up with family and friends in the part of the world.
On the road once again we stopped off at the American Cemetery & War Memorial near Cambridge. For some reason I remembered the layout differently from that which I found. I'd had a specific photo I'd wanted to take, however it wasn't to be.
Our next stop was at Godmanchester. When I saw the name I wondered, why isn't there a Godliverpool or Godnorwich. No good asking Chris though, a Manc will only have one response! It was a pretty place and Nell was able to have a run around on the grass.
Our last stop before reaching our hotel was at one of Chris's favourite places; the Abbey Mount St. Bernard. It was an impressive building and a location of refuge and retreat.
11th August, 2017
We had a lovely last evening walk across the heather yesterday and could see our little hideaway peeking through the trees in the distance. It had been a fantastic week of relaxation and exploration although we were ready to move on to the next phase of our trip. Our journey was taking us to County Durham and a chance to catch up with family and friends in the part of the world.
On the road once again we stopped off at the American Cemetery & War Memorial near Cambridge. For some reason I remembered the layout differently from that which I found. I'd had a specific photo I'd wanted to take, however it wasn't to be.
Our next stop was at Godmanchester. When I saw the name I wondered, why isn't there a Godliverpool or Godnorwich. No good asking Chris though, a Manc will only have one response! It was a pretty place and Nell was able to have a run around on the grass.
Our last stop before reaching our hotel was at one of Chris's favourite places; the Abbey Mount St. Bernard. It was an impressive building and a location of refuge and retreat.
Day 24
12th August, 2017
We stopped off for a night's stay near to Castle Donnington. Chris had family he was to visit nearby. Although we were near several main, busy roads, the hotel was quiet and next to a grassed area where we could take Nell for a walk. Although it was OK during the day, I'm not sure I'd want to be wandering around the area after dark. The receptionist seemed a bit put out when we arrived and disturbed her concentration on the computer screen in front of her! We had provisions with us from our stay in the cottage so had a bit of a picnic style meal that evening. It didn't take long to get packed up and back on the road again to head further north and County Durham.
12th August, 2017
We stopped off for a night's stay near to Castle Donnington. Chris had family he was to visit nearby. Although we were near several main, busy roads, the hotel was quiet and next to a grassed area where we could take Nell for a walk. Although it was OK during the day, I'm not sure I'd want to be wandering around the area after dark. The receptionist seemed a bit put out when we arrived and disturbed her concentration on the computer screen in front of her! We had provisions with us from our stay in the cottage so had a bit of a picnic style meal that evening. It didn't take long to get packed up and back on the road again to head further north and County Durham.
Day 25
13th August, 2017
I awoke with a start. The sun was streaming in through the window and Nell hadn't been out for a morning walk. Quickly getting dressed and apologising to her, I left our room and a sleeping Chris. I'd picked up my camera and so glad I did. Next to the hotel is a river. I'd forgotten what cold nights and water create as the sun comes up. It was magical.
During the night there had been a disturbance in the room next to us. It was Saturday night and young blokes had obviously been out drinking. I'm not sure that their drunken state accounted for all the noise they made banging about and shouting next door; it certainly wouldn't have helped though!
Nell and I had a lovely walk through a woodland area watching the mist rise. We disturbed a heron going about its early morning endeavours too. As we turned to walk back to the hotel I looked at my watch. It was 6am and not 8am as I'd inititally thought! I'm happy I didn't miss the show.
I was able to have a walk around a part of the River Wear in Durham I'd not visited before whilst Chris was doing his godly things as it was Sunday. It was a lovely morning and the light was perfect for simply sitting alongside the river and watching the world go by.
A huge Sunday roast lunch followed. My daughter had recommended it and she joined us to demolish a sumptious meal. Sticky toffee pudding was also on the menu and although it really was over-indulgence when we had two of them to share between us, it was delicious. There wasn't much more we could do after such a big meal, other than relax!
Management of the place where we were staying had other ideas though. A knock on the door saw the Manager asking if he could come in. We'd reported the room we'd been allocated when initially arriving, as unacceptable. There was sick in the toilet. We had been moved immediately with profuse apologies and hadn't given it another thought. The Manager wanted to explain what had happened and said that it was a disciplinary case. We asked him not to take things further when we heard the sequence of events that had occured. The Manager left, only to return a few minutes later with a bottle of Proseco in an iced bucket and the information that our breakfasts would be free for the rest of our stay! We were flavour of the week with the manager after that episode. Each time we left our room he seemed to appear and ask again if everything was OK, or gave us a wave from the distance!
13th August, 2017
I awoke with a start. The sun was streaming in through the window and Nell hadn't been out for a morning walk. Quickly getting dressed and apologising to her, I left our room and a sleeping Chris. I'd picked up my camera and so glad I did. Next to the hotel is a river. I'd forgotten what cold nights and water create as the sun comes up. It was magical.
During the night there had been a disturbance in the room next to us. It was Saturday night and young blokes had obviously been out drinking. I'm not sure that their drunken state accounted for all the noise they made banging about and shouting next door; it certainly wouldn't have helped though!
Nell and I had a lovely walk through a woodland area watching the mist rise. We disturbed a heron going about its early morning endeavours too. As we turned to walk back to the hotel I looked at my watch. It was 6am and not 8am as I'd inititally thought! I'm happy I didn't miss the show.
I was able to have a walk around a part of the River Wear in Durham I'd not visited before whilst Chris was doing his godly things as it was Sunday. It was a lovely morning and the light was perfect for simply sitting alongside the river and watching the world go by.
A huge Sunday roast lunch followed. My daughter had recommended it and she joined us to demolish a sumptious meal. Sticky toffee pudding was also on the menu and although it really was over-indulgence when we had two of them to share between us, it was delicious. There wasn't much more we could do after such a big meal, other than relax!
Management of the place where we were staying had other ideas though. A knock on the door saw the Manager asking if he could come in. We'd reported the room we'd been allocated when initially arriving, as unacceptable. There was sick in the toilet. We had been moved immediately with profuse apologies and hadn't given it another thought. The Manager wanted to explain what had happened and said that it was a disciplinary case. We asked him not to take things further when we heard the sequence of events that had occured. The Manager left, only to return a few minutes later with a bottle of Proseco in an iced bucket and the information that our breakfasts would be free for the rest of our stay! We were flavour of the week with the manager after that episode. Each time we left our room he seemed to appear and ask again if everything was OK, or gave us a wave from the distance!
Day 26
14th August, 2017
The walk last evening was special. We were treated to a fly past of migrating geese. They came in waves and I was able to select the place where I wanted to take a photo just as the third wave came over. Nell was obviously happy too as she chased around for much of the walk.
Today we met up with my daughter and grandson to explore Barnard Castle. We visited the Bowes Museum which has a colourful history. As we walked, Millie, my daughter's Lhaso Apso had me fully occupied trying to capture the moment she stopped to have a wee. I've never seen a dog do a full handstand when it undertakes this ablution; it's mesmerising!
We walked down to the riverside and could see the magnificence of the Barnard Castle ruins towering above it. Why it doesn't fall is a mystery. It doesn't seem to be held up by much!
We passed by a children's playground and my daughter and grandson couldn't resist the urge to have a go on one of the swing type play things. I'd been there and done that previously and hadn't been allowed to get off! Once bitten etc..........!
Dropping my daughter off back at home, we were able to enjoy the magnificant views she sees every day when she looks out of her windows.
It was a really lovely day. Rain was forecast, however we saw none. It was sunshine and clouds, perfect conditions in which to walk and photograph.
14th August, 2017
The walk last evening was special. We were treated to a fly past of migrating geese. They came in waves and I was able to select the place where I wanted to take a photo just as the third wave came over. Nell was obviously happy too as she chased around for much of the walk.
Today we met up with my daughter and grandson to explore Barnard Castle. We visited the Bowes Museum which has a colourful history. As we walked, Millie, my daughter's Lhaso Apso had me fully occupied trying to capture the moment she stopped to have a wee. I've never seen a dog do a full handstand when it undertakes this ablution; it's mesmerising!
We walked down to the riverside and could see the magnificence of the Barnard Castle ruins towering above it. Why it doesn't fall is a mystery. It doesn't seem to be held up by much!
We passed by a children's playground and my daughter and grandson couldn't resist the urge to have a go on one of the swing type play things. I'd been there and done that previously and hadn't been allowed to get off! Once bitten etc..........!
Dropping my daughter off back at home, we were able to enjoy the magnificant views she sees every day when she looks out of her windows.
It was a really lovely day. Rain was forecast, however we saw none. It was sunshine and clouds, perfect conditions in which to walk and photograph.
Day 27
15th August, 2017
Today included a lovely drive through the countryside to Washington - the 'original' - to meet with a friend and view the extensive alterations to their new home. Then it was on to Washington Village - such a lovely area to sit in the sunshine and enjoy a cup of coffee together.
We headed to Seaham after we'd said our goodbyes to see if we could find the sculpture of Tommy, depicting a war weary soldier reflecting on the horrors of WW1. It was impressive, however was a magnet for people who wanted to sit on/in it to have a photo taken. I waited ages to manage a couple of photos.
Seaham is part of an old extensive mining area and workings extend far out under the sea. It was a dangerous occupation with memorials to near 400 workers killed over the years. Evidence of the coal heritage of the area can be seen on the beaches as dark patches form when the tide goes out.
Seaham also boasts a well protected harbour and marina. The sea walls curve around forming a horseshoe shape. I'd love to be there when the seas were stormy.
15th August, 2017
Today included a lovely drive through the countryside to Washington - the 'original' - to meet with a friend and view the extensive alterations to their new home. Then it was on to Washington Village - such a lovely area to sit in the sunshine and enjoy a cup of coffee together.
We headed to Seaham after we'd said our goodbyes to see if we could find the sculpture of Tommy, depicting a war weary soldier reflecting on the horrors of WW1. It was impressive, however was a magnet for people who wanted to sit on/in it to have a photo taken. I waited ages to manage a couple of photos.
Seaham is part of an old extensive mining area and workings extend far out under the sea. It was a dangerous occupation with memorials to near 400 workers killed over the years. Evidence of the coal heritage of the area can be seen on the beaches as dark patches form when the tide goes out.
Seaham also boasts a well protected harbour and marina. The sea walls curve around forming a horseshoe shape. I'd love to be there when the seas were stormy.
Day 28
16th August, 2017
Last full day in the NE and although the forecast didn't look great, it turned out to be a lovely warm and sometimes, sunny day.
We set out to walk alongside the River Tees; one of my favourite places in this part of the world.
I love the remoteness as well as the beauty of this area. There are numerous trails to follow and it never seems to be overwhelmed by people.
This time we had three dogs with us, Nell, Millie and Alfie. It was lovely to watch them interact as we walked. When one found something to sniff, so the other two investigated as well.
Millie of course was handstanding all the way along and it was a bit easier to capture an image of her in action as it was brighter. Alfie made us laugh when we negotiated a closed gate. Millie found her way underneath, Alfie didn't follow her, instead he tried to jump through the metal bars and only succeeded in giving himself a bang on the head. Nell of course, stood quietly to one side waiting for the gate to actually open!
We walked for several hours and on our return to the car park, stopped off at the tea rooms for a well earned piece of cake and drink.
There aren't too many better ways to spend a day and all three dogs were flat out on the return journey. The adults were nicely tired!
16th August, 2017
Last full day in the NE and although the forecast didn't look great, it turned out to be a lovely warm and sometimes, sunny day.
We set out to walk alongside the River Tees; one of my favourite places in this part of the world.
I love the remoteness as well as the beauty of this area. There are numerous trails to follow and it never seems to be overwhelmed by people.
This time we had three dogs with us, Nell, Millie and Alfie. It was lovely to watch them interact as we walked. When one found something to sniff, so the other two investigated as well.
Millie of course was handstanding all the way along and it was a bit easier to capture an image of her in action as it was brighter. Alfie made us laugh when we negotiated a closed gate. Millie found her way underneath, Alfie didn't follow her, instead he tried to jump through the metal bars and only succeeded in giving himself a bang on the head. Nell of course, stood quietly to one side waiting for the gate to actually open!
We walked for several hours and on our return to the car park, stopped off at the tea rooms for a well earned piece of cake and drink.
There aren't too many better ways to spend a day and all three dogs were flat out on the return journey. The adults were nicely tired!
Day 29
17th August, 2017
We had a glorious drive through the Penines to reach our overnight stay in Hawkshead. It was obvious that a tremendous amount of rain had recently fallen. Roads were still wet as water continued to pour down the hillsides. There were some lovely waterfalls to be found when we stopped for a break. Towns in the Lake District in August are not a place to stop however; they're jammed packed and no pleasure to negotiate let alone stop to find a parking place.
Hawkshead is Beatrix Potter country. It's also a popular place with tourists. Our lovely little cottage for our overnight stay is quirky and comfortable and has a stable door looking out on to a narrow cobbled street. It's away from the centre, however not far enough for us to miss groups with a guide passing. It happens to be located on Wordsworth Lane and therefore has history. Some people from one group of Asian tourists actually popped their heads into the open half of the door. I was just waiting for a camera to be pointed inside too!
17th August, 2017
We had a glorious drive through the Penines to reach our overnight stay in Hawkshead. It was obvious that a tremendous amount of rain had recently fallen. Roads were still wet as water continued to pour down the hillsides. There were some lovely waterfalls to be found when we stopped for a break. Towns in the Lake District in August are not a place to stop however; they're jammed packed and no pleasure to negotiate let alone stop to find a parking place.
Hawkshead is Beatrix Potter country. It's also a popular place with tourists. Our lovely little cottage for our overnight stay is quirky and comfortable and has a stable door looking out on to a narrow cobbled street. It's away from the centre, however not far enough for us to miss groups with a guide passing. It happens to be located on Wordsworth Lane and therefore has history. Some people from one group of Asian tourists actually popped their heads into the open half of the door. I was just waiting for a camera to be pointed inside too!
Day 30
18th August, 2017
Just incase it looked as if I was opting out of the daily dose of churches/cemeteries, here's proof that we had a wander yesterday evening (ABC as Don used to say - 'another bloody church!). What was a bit unsettling in the cemetery was the number of people who seemed to have died at an early age in the very cottages where we were staying! We obviously made it through the night!
The village was much more enjoyable after all the day trippers and tourists had departed. There was room to breathe. We also had the distinct feeling of being continually watched. Several cats had positioned themselves to be all-seeing!
Leaving the Lakes area we headed towards Barrow-in-Furness where Chris had a meeting. Although it had rained early on, our drive along narrow windy roads was beautiful. The light made the stunning scenery even more spectacular.
I wasn't sure what to expect at Barrow having heard some unflattering comments about the place! I think the fact that we were close to the sea, the tide was out and the sun was shining, helped to give a much better impression than I was expecting. I'd been challenged by a friend to see how beautiful I could make the town. I wasn't sure how I'd done, however I included one of Nell which will always add to the beauty of anywhere!
18th August, 2017
Just incase it looked as if I was opting out of the daily dose of churches/cemeteries, here's proof that we had a wander yesterday evening (ABC as Don used to say - 'another bloody church!). What was a bit unsettling in the cemetery was the number of people who seemed to have died at an early age in the very cottages where we were staying! We obviously made it through the night!
The village was much more enjoyable after all the day trippers and tourists had departed. There was room to breathe. We also had the distinct feeling of being continually watched. Several cats had positioned themselves to be all-seeing!
Leaving the Lakes area we headed towards Barrow-in-Furness where Chris had a meeting. Although it had rained early on, our drive along narrow windy roads was beautiful. The light made the stunning scenery even more spectacular.
I wasn't sure what to expect at Barrow having heard some unflattering comments about the place! I think the fact that we were close to the sea, the tide was out and the sun was shining, helped to give a much better impression than I was expecting. I'd been challenged by a friend to see how beautiful I could make the town. I wasn't sure how I'd done, however I included one of Nell which will always add to the beauty of anywhere!
Day 31
19th August, 2017
I found out for myself yesterday, just what it means when the forecast is for rain in this city! Setting out for a walk with Nell first thing, it was sunny, there were patches of blue sky and in the distance, some darker clouds.
We walked about 200m and I felt a light spitting of rain. Deciding it wouldn't be much, I carried on walking and within seconds, found myself in a deluge! It was instant, as if a large bucket had been emptied out. Luckily some nearby trees afforded a bit of protection and as soon as there was a lull, Nell and I hot-footed it back to dry off.
Where to go in Manchester when it's raining; a cemetery of course! We visited the Peel Green Cemetery which is humongous. Built in 1879 and covering 32 acres there are apparently over 43,000 people buried here. What caught my eye was just how close together the grave stones are laid; it's mesmerising!
Nell had her first trip on a bus and I think it's fair to say she wouldn't be too happy about a repeat! She settled down when we joined friends in a Manc pub even though trains rumbled by a few feet away. She has adjusted to so much in the last year or so, she may find life a bit too tame when we return to Spain.
19th August, 2017
I found out for myself yesterday, just what it means when the forecast is for rain in this city! Setting out for a walk with Nell first thing, it was sunny, there were patches of blue sky and in the distance, some darker clouds.
We walked about 200m and I felt a light spitting of rain. Deciding it wouldn't be much, I carried on walking and within seconds, found myself in a deluge! It was instant, as if a large bucket had been emptied out. Luckily some nearby trees afforded a bit of protection and as soon as there was a lull, Nell and I hot-footed it back to dry off.
Where to go in Manchester when it's raining; a cemetery of course! We visited the Peel Green Cemetery which is humongous. Built in 1879 and covering 32 acres there are apparently over 43,000 people buried here. What caught my eye was just how close together the grave stones are laid; it's mesmerising!
Nell had her first trip on a bus and I think it's fair to say she wouldn't be too happy about a repeat! She settled down when we joined friends in a Manc pub even though trains rumbled by a few feet away. She has adjusted to so much in the last year or so, she may find life a bit too tame when we return to Spain.
Day 32
20th August, 2017
The rain held off giving Nell and me the chance to stretch our legs and make our way to the Manchester Ship Canal. I could imagine what it looked like years ago at the height of activity. Today however, this stretch at Irlam Locks is derelict and the only sign of use I saw was by some beautiful swans. They glided past and provided a wonderful photo opportunity.
I wanted to walk alongside the canal for as far as possible, however I had difficulty finding a path which wasn't overgrown. Eventually, I asked a local and was pointed to a bridge way down a busy road and told that it was about as close as I could get. I decided to explore and although it was a bit dicey getting across the very busy road, it was worth it in the end and I had a really good view of the canal.
The rain was still not too far away so after we'd walked a fair way, it was time to head back and keep dry.
20th August, 2017
The rain held off giving Nell and me the chance to stretch our legs and make our way to the Manchester Ship Canal. I could imagine what it looked like years ago at the height of activity. Today however, this stretch at Irlam Locks is derelict and the only sign of use I saw was by some beautiful swans. They glided past and provided a wonderful photo opportunity.
I wanted to walk alongside the canal for as far as possible, however I had difficulty finding a path which wasn't overgrown. Eventually, I asked a local and was pointed to a bridge way down a busy road and told that it was about as close as I could get. I decided to explore and although it was a bit dicey getting across the very busy road, it was worth it in the end and I had a really good view of the canal.
The rain was still not too far away so after we'd walked a fair way, it was time to head back and keep dry.
Day 33
21st August, 2017
The day was spent trying to find someone to repair the exhaust on the car. As the car is fairly old, it wasn't easy to find a replacement. In the end a really helpful mechanic was able to adapt a box for a diesel engine and we were on the road again. Our last night in the north was spent with family.
21st August, 2017
The day was spent trying to find someone to repair the exhaust on the car. As the car is fairly old, it wasn't easy to find a replacement. In the end a really helpful mechanic was able to adapt a box for a diesel engine and we were on the road again. Our last night in the north was spent with family.
Day 34
22nd August, 2017
Heading south again for a get together with my cousins. The rendezvous took place in Warwick; a beautiful place to walk around if we'd had more time. As it was, there were more pressing matters of catching up on news since we'd last all been together. It's so good to be with people who you may not have seen for a long time and yet it feels as if it was only yesterday.
22nd August, 2017
Heading south again for a get together with my cousins. The rendezvous took place in Warwick; a beautiful place to walk around if we'd had more time. As it was, there were more pressing matters of catching up on news since we'd last all been together. It's so good to be with people who you may not have seen for a long time and yet it feels as if it was only yesterday.
Day 35
23rd August, 2017
Today was for stretching legs around Stanwick Lakes; a park created from disused mineral workings. My cousin and her husband acted as a guides. There were various items scattered about the park and we couldn't resist the temptation to inspect or play around on them. It was a dull, overcast day, however we brightened it up with our antics!
Then it was on to Woodford Lock; a delightful area full of barges. The lock itself was worth investigating and we accessed it over a metal bridge. Nell wouldn't walk across so it was a carrying job! She loved the other side though as there was plenty of long, green grass for her to romp about on.
The evening saw us in a nearby pub for a last meal with my cousin and husband before heading off the next day.
23rd August, 2017
Today was for stretching legs around Stanwick Lakes; a park created from disused mineral workings. My cousin and her husband acted as a guides. There were various items scattered about the park and we couldn't resist the temptation to inspect or play around on them. It was a dull, overcast day, however we brightened it up with our antics!
Then it was on to Woodford Lock; a delightful area full of barges. The lock itself was worth investigating and we accessed it over a metal bridge. Nell wouldn't walk across so it was a carrying job! She loved the other side though as there was plenty of long, green grass for her to romp about on.
The evening saw us in a nearby pub for a last meal with my cousin and husband before heading off the next day.
Day 36
24th August, 2017
An early start to be on the road in good time to visit St. Ives. We stopped off for breakfast at Huntingdon and had to share a room with a couple of loud-voiced businessmen! Nell had been allowed to come in with us though, so we tried to block our ears. We had a bit of a walk around, however the place didn't really have much going for it so we headed for St. Ives.
St. Ives was much more attractive, both in the town itself as well as beside the river. Then it was on to Norfolk and our abode for the next few days before we crossed the Channel again and started to head back home to Spain.
24th August, 2017
An early start to be on the road in good time to visit St. Ives. We stopped off for breakfast at Huntingdon and had to share a room with a couple of loud-voiced businessmen! Nell had been allowed to come in with us though, so we tried to block our ears. We had a bit of a walk around, however the place didn't really have much going for it so we headed for St. Ives.
St. Ives was much more attractive, both in the town itself as well as beside the river. Then it was on to Norfolk and our abode for the next few days before we crossed the Channel again and started to head back home to Spain.
Day 37
25th August, 2017
Back on familiar territory we had a trip into the 'Fine city of Norwich" today! The weather was glorious and perfect for enjoying the sights and sounds as well as meeting a friend for lunch. There were several buskers plying their trade. A couple of opera singers did not meet with Nell's approval; their voices just boomed. A sitar player was more interesting, although when I spotted his captive bird it finished it for me!
We had a walk around St Peter Mancroft Church - just had to be done because someone was playing the organ and it created an awesome sound throughout the church.
As far as cities go, Norwich is a pleasant place; it was good to be back, albeit for a visit!
25th August, 2017
Back on familiar territory we had a trip into the 'Fine city of Norwich" today! The weather was glorious and perfect for enjoying the sights and sounds as well as meeting a friend for lunch. There were several buskers plying their trade. A couple of opera singers did not meet with Nell's approval; their voices just boomed. A sitar player was more interesting, although when I spotted his captive bird it finished it for me!
We had a walk around St Peter Mancroft Church - just had to be done because someone was playing the organ and it created an awesome sound throughout the church.
As far as cities go, Norwich is a pleasant place; it was good to be back, albeit for a visit!
Day 38
26th August, 2017
The plan was to head for Cromer and get some dressed crabs for our meal tonight. I also wanted a 99 ice cream from an Italian parlour I visited when in the town.
En route we saw a sign for Hunstanton and for some unfathomable reason, changed plans and headed west towards this coastal town.
OMG, it was everything I absolutely loathe! Filled with holidaymakers, bingo halls, amusement arcades and people who seemed to think they had a right to mess with Nell! I tried hard to put on a positive hat and capture images which showed it in a better light; Barrow-in-Furness was easier!
We left after a short while and carried on towards Cromer. Another change of plan saw us divert into a forested area and towards an experience of "Natural Surroundings". An experience it certainly was. We sat and listened as a couple asked to buy a pork pie and recoiled when told £8. They asked to see the size for that amount of money and caused panic in the building, eventually being told that they weren't for showing! Chris had ordered a pork pie and salad and could've told them why. We put his 3 pieces of pie back together and saw it was only a half of one!
After leaving and regrouping we realised that it was still another 40 mins to Cromer and by that time the crabs would probably have all been sold out or the shop shut anyway. We decided to head back towards the hotel. On the way, as if often the case, we came across a lovely village with a beautiful pond. It also had a WW1 memorial which showed that half of the people who went to war, never returned; a high percentage for such a small place.
Peace and equilibrium had once again been restored!
26th August, 2017
The plan was to head for Cromer and get some dressed crabs for our meal tonight. I also wanted a 99 ice cream from an Italian parlour I visited when in the town.
En route we saw a sign for Hunstanton and for some unfathomable reason, changed plans and headed west towards this coastal town.
OMG, it was everything I absolutely loathe! Filled with holidaymakers, bingo halls, amusement arcades and people who seemed to think they had a right to mess with Nell! I tried hard to put on a positive hat and capture images which showed it in a better light; Barrow-in-Furness was easier!
We left after a short while and carried on towards Cromer. Another change of plan saw us divert into a forested area and towards an experience of "Natural Surroundings". An experience it certainly was. We sat and listened as a couple asked to buy a pork pie and recoiled when told £8. They asked to see the size for that amount of money and caused panic in the building, eventually being told that they weren't for showing! Chris had ordered a pork pie and salad and could've told them why. We put his 3 pieces of pie back together and saw it was only a half of one!
After leaving and regrouping we realised that it was still another 40 mins to Cromer and by that time the crabs would probably have all been sold out or the shop shut anyway. We decided to head back towards the hotel. On the way, as if often the case, we came across a lovely village with a beautiful pond. It also had a WW1 memorial which showed that half of the people who went to war, never returned; a high percentage for such a small place.
Peace and equilibrium had once again been restored!
Day 39
27th August, 2017
A birthday to celebrate today. First of all though, it was time for me to amuse myself whilst Chris was at church. I had a wander around the grounds of the chuch and whilst in adjacent woods, I came across a wooden cross. I couldn't see any reason for it being at its location and it felt uncomfortable; I explored no further! I did however, venture into the cemetery and looked at some of the headstones. There were some old ones although in the main, it seemed to be a fairly new cemetery. I wandered around the cemetery and loved the texture effect lichen had on some of the grave stones.
In the car park I came across an old Austin in perfect condition; someone had lavished care and attention on it over the years. It was spick and span inside and out.
Birthday celebrations continued into the evening and a meal with friends and family. It was also accompanied by a beautiful sunset across the river. A perfect end to a lovely day.
27th August, 2017
A birthday to celebrate today. First of all though, it was time for me to amuse myself whilst Chris was at church. I had a wander around the grounds of the chuch and whilst in adjacent woods, I came across a wooden cross. I couldn't see any reason for it being at its location and it felt uncomfortable; I explored no further! I did however, venture into the cemetery and looked at some of the headstones. There were some old ones although in the main, it seemed to be a fairly new cemetery. I wandered around the cemetery and loved the texture effect lichen had on some of the grave stones.
In the car park I came across an old Austin in perfect condition; someone had lavished care and attention on it over the years. It was spick and span inside and out.
Birthday celebrations continued into the evening and a meal with friends and family. It was also accompanied by a beautiful sunset across the river. A perfect end to a lovely day.
Day 40
28th August, 2017
Today was the day we made it into Cromer and sidestepped Bank holidaymakers to achieve our objectives (planning speak!)
Leaving the hotel early, we made a quick foray into the seaside town, reserved our crabs, made it down to and around the pier and had a walk along the prom.
We came across a museum dedicated to Henry Blogg. He was a local man who became a national hero as coxswain of the Cromer lifeboat for 38 years. It was quite salutory to see photos of the crew and his family from years ago and realise that I recognised some of them, albeit from my youth!
I was able to buy and enjoy my icecream, however it was no longer called a '99'! Nowadays the size of cornet is chosen and then various additions bought separately. I had to ask for the flake and didn't bother with the sparkly things which used to be put on as a matter of course!
As we headed back to the car with our crabs, the place began to fill up. We'd timed it perfectly!
In the evening we were joined by a childhood friend of mine and his lovely wife for a meal! Another fantastic end to great day.
28th August, 2017
Today was the day we made it into Cromer and sidestepped Bank holidaymakers to achieve our objectives (planning speak!)
Leaving the hotel early, we made a quick foray into the seaside town, reserved our crabs, made it down to and around the pier and had a walk along the prom.
We came across a museum dedicated to Henry Blogg. He was a local man who became a national hero as coxswain of the Cromer lifeboat for 38 years. It was quite salutory to see photos of the crew and his family from years ago and realise that I recognised some of them, albeit from my youth!
I was able to buy and enjoy my icecream, however it was no longer called a '99'! Nowadays the size of cornet is chosen and then various additions bought separately. I had to ask for the flake and didn't bother with the sparkly things which used to be put on as a matter of course!
As we headed back to the car with our crabs, the place began to fill up. We'd timed it perfectly!
In the evening we were joined by a childhood friend of mine and his lovely wife for a meal! Another fantastic end to great day.
Day 41
29th August, 2017
Our last full day in Nofolk was hectic. We made it to the River Wensum in Norwich. It was a lovely day without too many people about as we were early.
After a lovely walk alongside the river, then through the city centre and coffee at the Assembly House, we made our lunch time date with my granddaughter and son. An added bonus was that another friend also dropped by as well. We hadn't realised how long the walk to our lunch time venue would take. It meant that we could only manage a quick meal and then had to leave.
Although our visit with other friends afterwards was short, it was really lovely to be able to catch up because it hadn't been possible on an earlier visit.
We were due to have an evening meal with a couple of other friends, however reaching the venue we discovered I had the day wrong on my calendar! In retrospect, it was probably a good thing as we were really tired and still had to pack and clear up ready for departure the next day.
On a sad note, I think my camera is giving up the ghost. It's about 5 years old now and is used constantly. The sensor seems to be going as a band of light is leaking into my images. I may have to resort to my mobile camera before I reach home where I do have another camera body I can use.
29th August, 2017
Our last full day in Nofolk was hectic. We made it to the River Wensum in Norwich. It was a lovely day without too many people about as we were early.
After a lovely walk alongside the river, then through the city centre and coffee at the Assembly House, we made our lunch time date with my granddaughter and son. An added bonus was that another friend also dropped by as well. We hadn't realised how long the walk to our lunch time venue would take. It meant that we could only manage a quick meal and then had to leave.
Although our visit with other friends afterwards was short, it was really lovely to be able to catch up because it hadn't been possible on an earlier visit.
We were due to have an evening meal with a couple of other friends, however reaching the venue we discovered I had the day wrong on my calendar! In retrospect, it was probably a good thing as we were really tired and still had to pack and clear up ready for departure the next day.
On a sad note, I think my camera is giving up the ghost. It's about 5 years old now and is used constantly. The sensor seems to be going as a band of light is leaking into my images. I may have to resort to my mobile camera before I reach home where I do have another camera body I can use.
Day 42
30th August, 2017
Leaving Norfolk behind we headed in the rain towards Canterbury. The location for our stay had come about because I'd not booked sufficient nights in Norfolk. We wanted to be next to Folkestone for our early train through the Tunnel, however we only wanted one night there. Canterbury seemed to fit the bill OK and we thought there'd be plenty to see. The rain however, intervened!
We found our hotel and basically holed up there apart from a quick walk out to get some food. A pizza place was the first food venue we came across and so pizza it was for our evening meal!
We'd had a joke about ironing boards being found at many of the hotels in which we stayed. Chris was over the moon in this place as it actually had a trouser press!
30th August, 2017
Leaving Norfolk behind we headed in the rain towards Canterbury. The location for our stay had come about because I'd not booked sufficient nights in Norfolk. We wanted to be next to Folkestone for our early train through the Tunnel, however we only wanted one night there. Canterbury seemed to fit the bill OK and we thought there'd be plenty to see. The rain however, intervened!
We found our hotel and basically holed up there apart from a quick walk out to get some food. A pizza place was the first food venue we came across and so pizza it was for our evening meal!
We'd had a joke about ironing boards being found at many of the hotels in which we stayed. Chris was over the moon in this place as it actually had a trouser press!
Day 43
31st August, 2017
As yesterday had been so wet, it wasn't until today that we explored Canterbury. I think it's fair to say that I won't be in a rush to go back. It didn't have a pleasant feel about it. Charges to enter areas and not just buildings, so much noise and of course, different languages to be heard by people who were not tourists. We walked by the river and in the centre, however didn't linger.
Poundland needs to get new PR management I think judging by the £2 sign immediately visible just inside the shop from the road! Chris also found a new pen with which to write!
Leaving Canterbury we made our way to our last stop in the UK - Folkestone. We visited the Battle of Britain Memorial, however a prevailing attitude of dogs being unwelcome meant that I wasn't bothered about being there either!
A last meal of fish and chips was followed by a visit to a pub near to the hotel. A real pub again and we also found a bar billiards table on which to have game.
I was having to take at least four photos to capture one image with my camera by this time. It was not only frustrating, it was time consuming. It did have the effect however, of ensuring that I was sure a photo was worth the effort to process before I uploaded.
31st August, 2017
As yesterday had been so wet, it wasn't until today that we explored Canterbury. I think it's fair to say that I won't be in a rush to go back. It didn't have a pleasant feel about it. Charges to enter areas and not just buildings, so much noise and of course, different languages to be heard by people who were not tourists. We walked by the river and in the centre, however didn't linger.
Poundland needs to get new PR management I think judging by the £2 sign immediately visible just inside the shop from the road! Chris also found a new pen with which to write!
Leaving Canterbury we made our way to our last stop in the UK - Folkestone. We visited the Battle of Britain Memorial, however a prevailing attitude of dogs being unwelcome meant that I wasn't bothered about being there either!
A last meal of fish and chips was followed by a visit to a pub near to the hotel. A real pub again and we also found a bar billiards table on which to have game.
I was having to take at least four photos to capture one image with my camera by this time. It was not only frustrating, it was time consuming. It did have the effect however, of ensuring that I was sure a photo was worth the effort to process before I uploaded.
Day 45
1st September, 2017
On French soil once again, we passed Vimy, scene of an historic WW1 battle. Chris knew of a monument dedicated to Canadian soldiers who fell on Vimy Ridge. We arrived just as a (free) guided tour was starting through the underground tunnels constructed prior to the successful assault on Vimy Ridge. I was able to join it and experience the maze of underground supply tunnels.
One of the most thought provoking aspects for me was the fact that the distance between the German and Canadian trenches was only about 50 metres. Inside the tunnels we were shown one particularly deep construction which was excavated specifically to take and explode bombs under the soldiers visible a short distance away.
Absolutely mind boggling! No wonder wars cause such mental problems.
As the sun was setting, we arrived at our abode for the night. It was a strange experience as we found the address, opened the gate, knocked on the front door and when there was no reply, opened it and walked in. Chris went first calling Bonsoir, then Hello. Meanwhile I noticed numerous pairs of children's shoes as well as coats in the hallway. I pointed them out to Chris as I started to creep out, giggling and sure we'd walked into a private house. Chris turned to speak to me however I had gone! He joined me and we couldn't speak for laughing as we worked out what to do!
Eventually, we plucked up courage to go back inside again after checking all our information. After walking through the house we found an area with various leaflets and information suggesting we were in the right place. We found a telephone number, rang it and confirmed we were in the right place. It's advertised as a hotel however it's clear we're staying in someone's home.
Apparently they are out for an evening meal, left the place open for us with no note as to what was going on. I was told where our room was, however the Wi-Fi would be turned off tonight! Who in this day and age turns off the Wi-Fi at night? Anyway, I sorted out that problem and we're now installed in a very large house in the middle of France with a dog which doesn't belong to us and we have Wi-Fi.
This was Chris's take on the episode: When June says "we" she is using the "Royal" we. Moi (see how easily I dropped into French then) went back into the deserted hallway, complete with wellies shoes and family coats whilst a certain person, ably assisted by a border collie, hung around the gate waiting for the sound of gendarms ready to dob in the house breaker who was wandering the hallways alone. Eventually I discovered a King Charles Spaniel in the Kitchen, two intetesting horses in the field out back, watching my every move and a tiny bell which I rang. My brave, aforementioned companion, realising no gendarms were rushing to arrest me pluckex up the courage to enter. However, I did notice her rubbing potential fingerprints off everything she'd touched. Once we found the leaflet room we relaxed a little and bless her, June did ring the owner and communicated in fluent English. We are now ensconced on the first floor with the door securely locked and bolted, garlic draped around the walls and to be certain I have made a huge cross from the floorboards and nailed it to the door. We should be OK for tonight!
Tomorrow could be very interesting!
1st September, 2017
On French soil once again, we passed Vimy, scene of an historic WW1 battle. Chris knew of a monument dedicated to Canadian soldiers who fell on Vimy Ridge. We arrived just as a (free) guided tour was starting through the underground tunnels constructed prior to the successful assault on Vimy Ridge. I was able to join it and experience the maze of underground supply tunnels.
One of the most thought provoking aspects for me was the fact that the distance between the German and Canadian trenches was only about 50 metres. Inside the tunnels we were shown one particularly deep construction which was excavated specifically to take and explode bombs under the soldiers visible a short distance away.
Absolutely mind boggling! No wonder wars cause such mental problems.
As the sun was setting, we arrived at our abode for the night. It was a strange experience as we found the address, opened the gate, knocked on the front door and when there was no reply, opened it and walked in. Chris went first calling Bonsoir, then Hello. Meanwhile I noticed numerous pairs of children's shoes as well as coats in the hallway. I pointed them out to Chris as I started to creep out, giggling and sure we'd walked into a private house. Chris turned to speak to me however I had gone! He joined me and we couldn't speak for laughing as we worked out what to do!
Eventually, we plucked up courage to go back inside again after checking all our information. After walking through the house we found an area with various leaflets and information suggesting we were in the right place. We found a telephone number, rang it and confirmed we were in the right place. It's advertised as a hotel however it's clear we're staying in someone's home.
Apparently they are out for an evening meal, left the place open for us with no note as to what was going on. I was told where our room was, however the Wi-Fi would be turned off tonight! Who in this day and age turns off the Wi-Fi at night? Anyway, I sorted out that problem and we're now installed in a very large house in the middle of France with a dog which doesn't belong to us and we have Wi-Fi.
This was Chris's take on the episode: When June says "we" she is using the "Royal" we. Moi (see how easily I dropped into French then) went back into the deserted hallway, complete with wellies shoes and family coats whilst a certain person, ably assisted by a border collie, hung around the gate waiting for the sound of gendarms ready to dob in the house breaker who was wandering the hallways alone. Eventually I discovered a King Charles Spaniel in the Kitchen, two intetesting horses in the field out back, watching my every move and a tiny bell which I rang. My brave, aforementioned companion, realising no gendarms were rushing to arrest me pluckex up the courage to enter. However, I did notice her rubbing potential fingerprints off everything she'd touched. Once we found the leaflet room we relaxed a little and bless her, June did ring the owner and communicated in fluent English. We are now ensconced on the first floor with the door securely locked and bolted, garlic draped around the walls and to be certain I have made a huge cross from the floorboards and nailed it to the door. We should be OK for tonight!
Tomorrow could be very interesting!
Day 46
3rd September, 2017
As we had left the Adams Family Retreat early we decided to head towards Luxembourg and fill up with the much cheaper petrol as well as have a look to see if camera prices were much cheaper than elsewhere. It was a lot colder than we'd felt even in the UK and so a walk around the city centre, market and a few tourist places saw us back on the road in the direction of Verdun, scene of the French equivalent of the Somme. Not far from where we were staying, we found a cemetery exclusive to German soldiers, quite a rare find evidently.
I walked to the top of the Douaumont Ossuary a memorial containing the skeletal remains of soldiers who died on the battlefield, both French and German. There were spectacular views over the cemetery from the top.
We visited various sites of this vast area of the former war zone in what was a really interesting and enjoyable day, before we returned to the next saga in the Adams Family Retreat!
What a strange place we stayed at near Verdun. After the Mary Celeste welcome our first night, we expected something more the next morning. The Wi-Fi had been turned off again, so I tiptoed to where the box was and turned it on again when I took Nell for a walk. I glimpsed two place settings for breakfast when we went downstairs at 8am; still no-one was about.
We hung around and eventually a young woman came in and introduced herself. Nothing mentioned about the night before and a comment that if we wanted bread it would be another 15 mins as her husband had to go to the next village to buy it! We waited, however it was hardly worth it. Breakfast was extremely basic with not much more on offer than the bread. We left with her words of "see you tonight" indicating she expected to have the day to herself.
On our return in the evening at around 7pm, the owner was waiting for us at the gate and very agitated. The smoke alarm in our room had gone off in the morning and she had no key to get in to turn it off. She had obviously had a bad day and somehow laid the blame at our feet! Chris reset the alarm and then a bloke came up to check assuring us it was OK now. A few minutes later off it went again. Chris reset it once more, however when it went off again, he took it off the wall and walked down to give the offending piece of equipment personally to the hotel owner, still bleeping away!
Of course the Wi-Fi was off again (why, oh why?) and was reluctantly turned on again at our request only to be turned off again sharp at 10.30pm! Reminded me of boarding school!
We decided not to wait for breakfast today and told her the night before. When we left this morning, it was as it had been on our arrival. No-one about to see us off. A very strange place to stay for the first and last time!
3rd September, 2017
As we had left the Adams Family Retreat early we decided to head towards Luxembourg and fill up with the much cheaper petrol as well as have a look to see if camera prices were much cheaper than elsewhere. It was a lot colder than we'd felt even in the UK and so a walk around the city centre, market and a few tourist places saw us back on the road in the direction of Verdun, scene of the French equivalent of the Somme. Not far from where we were staying, we found a cemetery exclusive to German soldiers, quite a rare find evidently.
I walked to the top of the Douaumont Ossuary a memorial containing the skeletal remains of soldiers who died on the battlefield, both French and German. There were spectacular views over the cemetery from the top.
We visited various sites of this vast area of the former war zone in what was a really interesting and enjoyable day, before we returned to the next saga in the Adams Family Retreat!
What a strange place we stayed at near Verdun. After the Mary Celeste welcome our first night, we expected something more the next morning. The Wi-Fi had been turned off again, so I tiptoed to where the box was and turned it on again when I took Nell for a walk. I glimpsed two place settings for breakfast when we went downstairs at 8am; still no-one was about.
We hung around and eventually a young woman came in and introduced herself. Nothing mentioned about the night before and a comment that if we wanted bread it would be another 15 mins as her husband had to go to the next village to buy it! We waited, however it was hardly worth it. Breakfast was extremely basic with not much more on offer than the bread. We left with her words of "see you tonight" indicating she expected to have the day to herself.
On our return in the evening at around 7pm, the owner was waiting for us at the gate and very agitated. The smoke alarm in our room had gone off in the morning and she had no key to get in to turn it off. She had obviously had a bad day and somehow laid the blame at our feet! Chris reset the alarm and then a bloke came up to check assuring us it was OK now. A few minutes later off it went again. Chris reset it once more, however when it went off again, he took it off the wall and walked down to give the offending piece of equipment personally to the hotel owner, still bleeping away!
Of course the Wi-Fi was off again (why, oh why?) and was reluctantly turned on again at our request only to be turned off again sharp at 10.30pm! Reminded me of boarding school!
We decided not to wait for breakfast today and told her the night before. When we left this morning, it was as it had been on our arrival. No-one about to see us off. A very strange place to stay for the first and last time!
Day 47
3rd September, 2017
Saint Jean-Marie Vianey in Ars sur Saone. Today Chris was able to cross off another one of his bucket list items. It was lovely to accompany him even though my only interest was from a photographic perspective. Even that perspective though was fraught as my camera continues to make life difficult.
3rd September, 2017
Saint Jean-Marie Vianey in Ars sur Saone. Today Chris was able to cross off another one of his bucket list items. It was lovely to accompany him even though my only interest was from a photographic perspective. Even that perspective though was fraught as my camera continues to make life difficult.
Day 48
4th September, 2017
The drive to our next stop at Millau was beautiful. Some was on motorway, however the stops were in spectacular countryside. Nell certainly enjoyed herself chasing after a ball on our stops. When we left the motorway we were able to get glimpses of the viaduct from afar; it looked spectacular.
Arriving at our place of stay was slightly different from what we'd imagined. It turned out that we'd be staying in a wooden cabin rather than a hotel room! Let's just say that some of us adjusted better than others!
The location was superb. As we drew up to our cabin, numerous hang gliders were coming down overhead heaving launched themselves from a high peak behind us. They were landing in a field below us so we had a grandstand view. The sunset was stunning over the Viaduct, we sat with a cold beer in our forest hideout and watched the lights in the valley come on. The stars were twinkling along with the lights elsewhere; magical!
4th September, 2017
The drive to our next stop at Millau was beautiful. Some was on motorway, however the stops were in spectacular countryside. Nell certainly enjoyed herself chasing after a ball on our stops. When we left the motorway we were able to get glimpses of the viaduct from afar; it looked spectacular.
Arriving at our place of stay was slightly different from what we'd imagined. It turned out that we'd be staying in a wooden cabin rather than a hotel room! Let's just say that some of us adjusted better than others!
The location was superb. As we drew up to our cabin, numerous hang gliders were coming down overhead heaving launched themselves from a high peak behind us. They were landing in a field below us so we had a grandstand view. The sunset was stunning over the Viaduct, we sat with a cold beer in our forest hideout and watched the lights in the valley come on. The stars were twinkling along with the lights elsewhere; magical!
Day 49
5th September, 2017
I'd experienced the changeable weather in this part of the world before and it didn't look promising as we approached the Millau Viaduct from the north. It started to rain and I took what photos I was able trying to miss the windscreen wipers. We drove across and Chris was suitable impressed; by the time we turned back, the sun was breaking through.
We found our way to a viewing point and were able to enjoy the magnificence of this Viaduct. The viewing point also afforded views of the Tarn Valley along which is located our log cabin. Afer we found somewhere to have lunch, we made our way to the foot of one of the tall pillars holding up the bridge itself. I took some photos, however it was hard to get a perspective which showed just how big and tall this structure was from below.
Whilst Chris recouperated from the trauma of completing yet another challenge, Nell and I went for a walk along a route of small waterfalls. There are little gems to be found everywhere. It is a really lovely part of France
5th September, 2017
I'd experienced the changeable weather in this part of the world before and it didn't look promising as we approached the Millau Viaduct from the north. It started to rain and I took what photos I was able trying to miss the windscreen wipers. We drove across and Chris was suitable impressed; by the time we turned back, the sun was breaking through.
We found our way to a viewing point and were able to enjoy the magnificence of this Viaduct. The viewing point also afforded views of the Tarn Valley along which is located our log cabin. Afer we found somewhere to have lunch, we made our way to the foot of one of the tall pillars holding up the bridge itself. I took some photos, however it was hard to get a perspective which showed just how big and tall this structure was from below.
Whilst Chris recouperated from the trauma of completing yet another challenge, Nell and I went for a walk along a route of small waterfalls. There are little gems to be found everywhere. It is a really lovely part of France
Day 50
6th September, 2017
Back on the road again the next morning, we made good time towards Biarritz and decided to stop off at Lourdes. The last time I was here a few years ago was with a friend who had always wanted to visit the place which bears her name. This time, Chris wanted to revist the place to which he came with his father some 27 years ago.
Nell and I wandered around outside the vast religious complex. I was stopped a few times and asked if it was OK to photograph her!
Whilst it is pleasurable to accompany people to this place, I find the massive commercialisation appalling and difficult to reconcile.
After our stop at Lourdes, we continued on to Biarritz and to our new abode for a couple of days by the sea. The fact that it is the Atlantic is a bonus! It's a real sea!
6th September, 2017
Back on the road again the next morning, we made good time towards Biarritz and decided to stop off at Lourdes. The last time I was here a few years ago was with a friend who had always wanted to visit the place which bears her name. This time, Chris wanted to revist the place to which he came with his father some 27 years ago.
Nell and I wandered around outside the vast religious complex. I was stopped a few times and asked if it was OK to photograph her!
Whilst it is pleasurable to accompany people to this place, I find the massive commercialisation appalling and difficult to reconcile.
After our stop at Lourdes, we continued on to Biarritz and to our new abode for a couple of days by the sea. The fact that it is the Atlantic is a bonus! It's a real sea!
Day 51
7th September, 2017
A fantastic place to spend a few days before we head back into Spain and then home. To be near to the sea again is great; I don't like too long away from the coast anywhere. The sea must be in my blood!
We can see the northern Spanish coastline not too far away.
The beaches here are long and sandy. The rock formations are interesting. They provide hiding places for any number of creatures as we can attest as we watched a group paddle in the pools and then leap out screaming!
We thought at first a couple had come out with their cat for a walk. It transpired that the cat was independent, however it must be known in the area as it had a Paddington Bear type tag!
As we walked to the town centre to do some food shopping (cheaper than eating out) amongst several memorials in one place, we noticed one to people who were in the resistance and also families who were deported in WW2. Even this far south, the tentacles of war reached out.
7th September, 2017
A fantastic place to spend a few days before we head back into Spain and then home. To be near to the sea again is great; I don't like too long away from the coast anywhere. The sea must be in my blood!
We can see the northern Spanish coastline not too far away.
The beaches here are long and sandy. The rock formations are interesting. They provide hiding places for any number of creatures as we can attest as we watched a group paddle in the pools and then leap out screaming!
We thought at first a couple had come out with their cat for a walk. It transpired that the cat was independent, however it must be known in the area as it had a Paddington Bear type tag!
As we walked to the town centre to do some food shopping (cheaper than eating out) amongst several memorials in one place, we noticed one to people who were in the resistance and also families who were deported in WW2. Even this far south, the tentacles of war reached out.
Day 52
8th September, 2017
Our last stop before reaching home again was at Arévelo, just north of Madrid. It was a lovely, if cold place to stop. We tried to get enthusiastic about a walkabout in the evening, however thoughts were very much on our homecoming the next day. Kitchens didn't open until 9pm and the only food we could find was a bar where we could order tapas. That's what we did, in the knowledge that the next day, we'd be visiting an Indian Restaurant in the next town to where we live. It was definitely an end of the road feel to the day!
8th September, 2017
Our last stop before reaching home again was at Arévelo, just north of Madrid. It was a lovely, if cold place to stop. We tried to get enthusiastic about a walkabout in the evening, however thoughts were very much on our homecoming the next day. Kitchens didn't open until 9pm and the only food we could find was a bar where we could order tapas. That's what we did, in the knowledge that the next day, we'd be visiting an Indian Restaurant in the next town to where we live. It was definitely an end of the road feel to the day!
Day 53
9th September, 2017
A few days earlier than we originally anticipated, three very happy creatures made it safely home. Nell couldn't stop turning round and round with happines and Chris and I did a pretty few hop, skips and jumps. It's not that we haven't enjoyed our time away as well as all our adventures etc, it's just so nice to be home and in temperatures which are absolutely right now - 27 degrees. The unpacking will wait until tomorrow - Chris is desperate for a curry, only one such meal in the last 50 odd days he tells me!
Oh, and that cold beer straight from the bottle was nectar!
Our fantastic adventure had come to a close, however we were discussing on the way home, what we would alter and where we might go for or next trip! We're pretty confidnt that come summer next year, we'll be once again, anticipating an escape from the sun.
9th September, 2017
A few days earlier than we originally anticipated, three very happy creatures made it safely home. Nell couldn't stop turning round and round with happines and Chris and I did a pretty few hop, skips and jumps. It's not that we haven't enjoyed our time away as well as all our adventures etc, it's just so nice to be home and in temperatures which are absolutely right now - 27 degrees. The unpacking will wait until tomorrow - Chris is desperate for a curry, only one such meal in the last 50 odd days he tells me!
Oh, and that cold beer straight from the bottle was nectar!
Our fantastic adventure had come to a close, however we were discussing on the way home, what we would alter and where we might go for or next trip! We're pretty confidnt that come summer next year, we'll be once again, anticipating an escape from the sun.