Sunday, July 8, 2007
The Fast and Slow of the M1
Our hosts recommended a nearby pub for our dinner, and so about 6:30, we headed to the Royal Oak Inn, a quick drive up the road into the village of Horsham. We knew we were going to like the place when we opened the door to a beautiful black lab sleeping in front of the fireplace. We were the only tourists, but we felt at home among the locals in this homey pub with its low ceilings (Michael bumped his head before remembering to duck when passing between rooms.) and candlelit tables. Michael enjoyed fish cakes with the standard chips and peas, and I indulged in one of the specials, the fisherman's pie, which included several kinds of fish, squid, and shrimp covered with mashed potatoes and cheese. It was wonderful, and the perfect meal for a cold, rainy, and windy night. Had it not been for the green-leafed trees just outside the window, one would have guessed that it was November, not July. Fully satisfied, we returned to our bed and breakfast for a night's sleep before our morning departure. We very much enjoyed our final day in London, though it was more relaxing than adventurous. After so many wonderful adventures during our trip, it was the perfect opportunity to rest and reflect before returning home.
England's Second City
After lunch and more exploratrion of the city, including the beautiful Holy Trinity Church with its uneven floor and quirky post-Reformation styled interior that included pew boxes, we made our way to the National Railway Museum. Located in a former roundhouse and workshop of the National Rail Service, the museum houses many trains, old and new, including the beautiful teal, steam -powered Mallard, which in the 1930s set a speed record of 126 miles per hour. We also saw a demonstration of the roundhouse's turntable in use and the interiors of British passneger trains from different eras. The highlight of the museum for me was viewing the various interiors of the royal trains, the "palaces on wheels" that have transported monarchs through the UK since Queen Victoria's time. With their sycamore, mahogany and pweter paneled walls, the living rooms were sumptuous, and the bathrooms were larger than the ones we have in our home.
Upon leaving the Railway Museum, we were ready for a break, and we walked back into the heart of York to the Royal Oak pub. The rain poured outside as we sat on our padded bench, and after relaxing for a time and seeing the meals enjoyed by other patrons, we decided to order dinner. Michael had the very British beef and Yorkshire pudding, which seemed an appropriate meal given the city, and I decided to go British as well with my "bangers and mash," which is sausages with mashed potatoes. Well, I must say that I was not completely authentic in my choice as I did choose the vegatarian sausage, but I was glad that I did as it was really delicious. Both meals came with plenty of vegetables, and we certianly ate our fill. I must say, Michael and I have really enjoyed the pubs in England. With their padded benches and chairs, they are usually quite comfortable, not at all stuffy or rushed, and the food has been unpretentious and surprisingly good. The less commercialized establishments filled with locals have been consistently good choices, and the menus have been more varied than I would have expected. We will hope for more of the same in Crawley, just south of London, where we will spend the night before catching our return flight home form Gatwick.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
In Bronte Country
1. The dining room houses the table where the three sisters did much of their writing late into the night, and also read aloud to each other excerpts of their work to solicit feedback. The green couch on which Emily died is also there.
2. Charlotte’s old room held many treasures, including a dress, boots (tiny feet), and a shawl belonging to Charlotte, a copy of the New Testament filled with the doodling of a young Charlotte, her spectacles, and one of her very detailed drawings. Many materials drawn on by Elizabeth Gaskell in her biography of
3. The Exhibition Room housed
Though a bit out of the way and thus beyond the reach of many visitors to
After purchasing several items for classroom use, Michael and I visited the church to see the resting place of the entire family (except Anne, who was buried in
We arrived in
The evening’s other activities included a tour of the city and a later dinner at a French bistro. The tour focused on the city’s walls, which date back to the Romans and then later were built on top of by medieval inhabitants. The Roman walls are visible only in small parts of the city, the medieval additions are almost entirely intact, and in fact, are the most extensive and complete set of medieval walls remaining in England. Our guide explained how the soil levels have risen throughout the centuries, and it is amazing to think how the ground level has been raised simply from the detritus of daily living. In a secluded part of the Museum Gardens , we also saw the remains of St. Mary’s Abbey. Though not as old as St. Augustine ’s Abbey in Canterbury , this one was better preserved, still including a number of standing walls. The walk along the top of the walls afforded us good views of the Minster and of the city, and we also were able to have a look inside the towers along the walls. We tried to imagine the sentries at their posts (within shouting distance of the next post) and the archers firing through the specially designed openings in the walls. The walls certainly add to the character of York , and I am glad that the city has decided to go to the trouble and expense of maintaining them instead of destroying them as many other cities have done.
Our tour also took us into the streets of the city, including a charming, narrow street called “The Shambles,” which used to house the city’s butchers, who would display their meat on the still-remaining hooks and board called “shammels.” A unique location among the shops and tea rooms of this street is the shrine of Saint Margaret, who was pressed to death during the reign of Elizabeth I for refusing to give up her Catholic faith. The shrine is located in the saint’s former home, which was located on this street because of her husband’s occupation as a butcher. We also saw the oldest homes in York , which date back to 1480. Upon the completion of the tour, we ate a very late dinner at a French-style cafĂ© before making a late return to our lodgings. With nine rooms, it was the largest in which we stayed during our trip.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
From the Midlands to the Moors
Our next stops were at Hall's Croft, Nash's House, and the New Place. Hall's Croft was the home built Shakespeare's oldest and apparently favorite daughter, Susanna, and her husband John Hall, a prominent physician. It is a beautiful timber frame house with impressive furniture from that period. We spoke with a guide about why Susanna and not Shakespeare's other daughter, Judith, seemed to be the favorite. She told us that Judith married a "n'er do well" and perhaps may not have been very intelligent. (She always signed documents with a cross instead of her name, indicating that she may have been illiterate.) We also learned that Shakespeare's knowledge of medical practices likely came from his association with his son-in-law. The New Place, which is really more of a garden with the outlines of a former house, marks the location of Shakespeare's last home in Stratford. It was a very large home, built after he had become a successful playwright. This was the home at the time of his death, but unfortunately, it was torn down by a later owner who was enraged by the number of adoring admirers coming to see the home in the centuries after Shakespeare's death. Nash's Place is the home of Shakespeare's granddaughter (Susanna's daughter, Elizabeth). She was Shakespeare's last surviving descendant. The highlight of this home was seeing Shakespeare's publications throughout the centuries, from the originally published quartos, to the First Folio, to the 1986 definitive (or so says the exhibition) version of the bard's works. I was able to view of copy of Keats' annotated copy of the complete works, in which I read a handwritten poem by Keats, composed after reading King Lear. Of course, he expressed his admiration of the playwright in beautiful and flowery language.
Our final Shakespeare-related stops were just outside of Stratford at Anne Hathaway's Cottage, the family home of Shakespeare's wife, and Mary Arden's House, the home of Shakespeare's mother. Both properties were lovely, though the Hathaway Cottage had a stunning garden. The Arden Home is really a farm, and we enjoyed seeing longhorn cattle, donkeys, pigs, and birds there. We were even able to see an exhibition by the falconer.
From the Arden homestead, we hopped onto the A46and headed for the M1, the major north-south motorway in England, for out trip to Haworth. Lasting approximately three hours, it was our longest trip yet, and there were plenty of other cars and semi-trucks alongside of us. We skirted the cities of Leicester, Sheffield, and Nottingham, and we drove through portions of Sherwood Forest. This part of the country certainly has a more industrial feel to it. As we drove away from the main motorway and into Haworth, however, the landscape changed, and the sloping hills crossed with walled enclosures and dotted with goats dominated our views.
Once at our bed and breakfast, which was located on a beautiful hilltop street in the heart of the tiny town, we chatted with the owners, Philomena and David, before setting out for a short hike on the moors. We used a footpath to cross a field beside the Bronte Parsonage before taking a trail further up the hill for an expansive view of the valley below us. The scenery was phenomenal - the best of the trip so far, I think. The weather had finally turned sunny, and though a breeze was blowing, we were not chilly. On our return to the village, we enjoyed dinner at The White Lion, a restaurant/pub recommended by Philomena. It sits just across the street from The Black Bull, where Branwell Bronte used to drink on a too-regular basis. With its timbered roof, dark red velvet upholstery , and dark wood furniture, it was everything a comfortable pub should be, but with really good food. It was a lovely end to a great day.
Note: I am now a day behind with my posting, so this is actaully a hurried (And probably error-filled) post about yesterday's adventures. We are now in York, and I'll be back as soon as possible with more updates.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
In Fashionable Bath
At the conclusion of the tour, Michael and I thanked the guide before going our separate ways; Michael went to find an internet cafe to post the previous entry (He also graciously authored the post last night as I needed a break.) while I visited the Jane Austen Centre on my own. Because I had already visited her home in Chawton, there were very few new Austen artifacts to see here, but the fifteen-minute introductory talk helped me to review some key information about her family, and it also added to my minimal knowledge about her life in Bath. And this was the real value of the Centre; it showed the addresses and pictures of all of her homes in Bath and focused on the details of her time there, which she ultimately did not enjoy. Perhaps because of her unhappiness, she was not productive while living here, though the city did seem to provide her with plenty of raw material for her novels. This reminded me of the great gift that Austen had to create so many varied characters and situations when she had seen so little of the world herself. In that respect, I suppose she was a bit like Dickinson, and coming here to visit her small part of the world has helped me to realize that.
Incidentally, the Jane Austen Centre had a great gift shop where I was able to buy several items to be enjoyed by both my students and me. I purchased a unique map of Bath from Austen's time, and I also found a small hardcover book called Austen's England with great pictures of houses and towns with which she is connected. Many are of places we have visited on the trip; others are places we did not get to, like Steventon, her birthplace (the house no longer stands). I also found a copy of one of her earliest works that she wrote as a teenager. I have read excerpts from her early works, but I have never seen a complete text of any of them. Another Austen tidbit I have heard from several Austen experts while in England: The new movie, Finding Jane, is "rubbish." Some have said that while it tells a good story, the story is so far from the truth as to render the movie worthless as a biographical piece. We'll have to see how it does in the American theaters.
While as a city, Bath was not a favorite of either Michael's or mine, having recently read Northanger Abbey and being a huge fan of Persuasion, I enjoyed immensely seeing the Assembly Rooms and the Pump Room as well as the Georgian streets and buildings of the city. Because it is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, it has strict (Michael called them "draconian.") building codes so that its buildings remain architecturally consistent, and it is not at all difficult to imagine Austen's characters making their way though the crowded Pump Room, dancing in the Assembly Rooms, or strolling down Milsom Street during a day of shopping. The town is so very conscious of itself and its appearance that it is easy to see how it would inspire Austen's characters to feel the same.
From Bath, we pressed on into Warwickshire and to Stratford. While most of the Shakespearian sites were closing for the day as we arrived, we did squeeze in a visit to Holy Trinity Church, Shakespeare's burial place, before checking into the "Hermia" room at our bed and breakfast and having dinner at a nice Italian restaurant in town.
We are glad to have internet access tonight, but we are having difficulty getting consistent wireless access. And we hate to spend too much of the time we could be using to experience England in an internet cafe. As we will be in the tiny town of Haworth tomorrow night, I will likely not be able to post, but I'll try again from York.
Pictures
Salisbury Cathedral:
The day started with a quintessential British institution, one that many Brits are convinced underpinned the rise of their once global empire: the English breakfast. Catherine and I opted for the "vegetarian" version with toast, fruit, yogurt, eggs, vegetable sausage, mushrooms, broiled tomatoes, and the lynch pin of any proper English breakfast, baked beans. Yes, baked beans, the kind that most Americans would eat only with barbecue. Thus fortified and having gained confidence after a day of driving with no life-threatening injuries sustained, we set off to see a very different facet of England and its long history: its pre-historical and Roman heritage. We had high hopes, and the sites did not disappoint.
Few landmarks in the world are as instantly recognizable as our first stop, Stonehenge. Dating back some 5000 years, its precise function still remains shrouded in mystery, though it clearly had some astronomical purpose and was related to the solstices, as well as being an important religious site. Catherine and I arrived ten minutes before opening and hence before the tourists hordes had descended. We did, not, however, manage to evade the rain. Even so, the grandeur of this ancient monument was not diminished. Situated atop a hill affording stunning vistas of the Salisbury plain, our audio tour traced the steps that would have been taken by those approaching the site thousands of years ago, and what might have transpired once they arrived. The sense of awe evoked by such a structure is almost ineffable.
Our tour of pre-historic England continued with a stop at Silbury Hill, about 16 miles from Stonehenge. This man-made earth mound rises to 134 feet, making it the largest burial mound from all of pre-historic Europe. From here it was a fifteen-minute walk (by this time the rain had let up) to West Kennet Long Barrow, a religious site even older than Stonehenge. Catherine and I were able to climb into the tomb, and I am glad to report that she let me back out. (There have been times in the car when she might have decided differently.) Since one has to park on the side of the road and trek several minutes from there to get to West Kennet, this too was uncluttered with tourists. The solitude, grey skies, and chilly breeze provided an apt ambiance. Back in the car and farther up the road was our last visit from this time period, this one to Avebury. This covered hundreds of acres and included as many stones, often surrounded by grazing goats. Despite the large number of stones and its expansive coverage, this did not quite compare to the splendor of Stonehenge or, in our judgment, West Kennet.
From pre-history we travelled to ancient history, specifically to Bath, so named because of its . . . baths. The mineral hot springs (116 degrees F) led the Romans to build a complex of bath houses and temples here around 100 AD. All of this, on the far flung western edge of their territory. During the 18th and early 19th centuries, Bath was a magnet for the well-heeled and affluent, and the Georgian architecture (all built in Bath limestone) shows it. We toured the ancient Roman bath house, which felt more like a Roman circus because of the unruly tourists. From there we went to the Museum of Costume and Assembly Rooms. As I was in a stupefied daze for most of this, I cannot tell you what precisely was here, but judging from its name and the ubiquity of clothes in the building, I am reasonably confident that it had something to do with the history of fashion, and Catherine has confirmed this for me. Here is a part of Bath as Jane Austen would have seen it.
I am typing this on Sunday morning as Catherine tours the Jane Austen Center here in Bath. Because our laptop is not interfacing with the wireless connections at the various B&B's at which we are staying, these posts will likely become less frequent and more concise. As for the recent events in the UK, Catherine and I are mostly in the backwoods now, and will not be returning to London at all. We hope all is well on the other side of the Atlantic.