We dropped 30 degrees the day we arrived in England. Singapore released us at a sultry 29 Celsius. Heathrow was making some effort at spring with 4°C and when we arrived in Warwick at around 10pm, it was one of the colder days of my life at minus one. Meanwhile, my family were sweating it out in an Australian 38 degrees. So, welcome to England, Anne.
But the temperature was not at the forefront of my mind.
The River Ouse…
I appreciate a misnomer as much as the next person and this is a splendid one. This river doesn’t ooze but I am always transported to medieval times when I hear its name, as if it was then a sludgy, slow-moving, reed-filled cesspool limping sore across the pristine Yorkshire countryside.
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Tagged architecture, birds, boats, canal boats, England, rivers, travel, York, Yorkshire
England has single-handedly turned around my reluctance to visit pubs.
For one thing, I love being able to suggest to The BB that we “slip out for a swift half.” As regular readers will know, I don’t even like beer, except as reading material, but that phrase, garnered from British TV shows, is too evocative to pass by. I use it to convey a desire for a chilled beverage of any persuasion, ingested from a container of any dimension. Continue reading
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Tagged architecture, beer, England, history, humour, Maltings, music, pubs, travel, York, Yorkshire
I am decidedly unenthusiastic about locomotives but, moved by the ravings of The BB and a friend, I decided to give the National Rail Museum in York a whirl.
If you are remotely interested in trains, it’s heaven in several warehouses. Continue reading
My mother, due to join us when we return to Switzerland, said in a recent email that she and my father are planning to travel light. She warned that we might get sick of their rotating clothes.
Doesn’t worry me. I just hope she can take what she dishes out. Continue reading
A Gentleman of the King’s Bedchamber, wistfully gazes at the York skyline and the waterfront. He’d love to sit on the bank and dangle his non-existent legs over the edge but a tumble in is a one way canal for someone of his water-soaking propensity.
Besides, there are duties to attend to.
When visiting a castle, one does expect crenellated walls and towers but Castle Howard was not constructed for defence. The 3rd Earl of Carlisle, Charles Howard, commissioned it for aesthetic pleasure and self-congratulation. This grand asymmetrical house is apparently listed as one of the world’s top ten greatest mansions in Lonely Planet’s 1,000 Ultimate Sights.