Da Trip
Part Three


Sunday, April 4
York
blankToday was nice and relaxing - a pleasant conversation over breakfast with the old guy (unlike yesterday, sheesh!), about travel, then off to Hampton Court.
blankIt wasn't quite as cool as we'd hoped, but was still pretty neat. It's such a huge manor that it might as well be a palace! Built of red and white stone, and thoroughly imposing. One of the inner courtyards has a hideous Baroque add-on, with pillars, and doesn't match the surrounding architecture at all. Whoever came up with that piece of hideousness should be shot.
blankWe took an audio tour of the kitchens, which had been mostly reconstructed to their condition during the reign of Henry VIII (he confiscated Hampton from a guy who was nabbed for treason or something, as I recall). Plenty of great stuff to look at, very informative, etc. One of the more interesting dishes we got to see a replica of was peacock - the cooks would carefully skin the bird, cook it, then put the skin back on, and gild the beak so it looked like it was alive! That must've made an impressive course! There was a neat gift shop adjacent to the wine cellars that I could easily have spent several hundred pounds in - all sorts of stuff, from goblets to CDs. I contented myself with some postcards, and moved on.
blankAfter that, I went to a presentation on "Hunting and Hawking" (part of a three-day event called "The Sport of Kings") while Mom hit the gardens.
blankI'd hoped to see hawks, but what we got were a pair of musicians on period instruments and two presenters, all in period garb. If the musicians hadn't been good (and the presenters kinda cute) I'd have bailed. The presentation was just a simple spiel on hunting as part of court Calife (Henry VIII was addicted to sport). They had placards with the different animals used to hunt and the different sorts of prey, and got volunteers to hold each (read: cute little kids. Barf), then figure out which animals were used to hunt each other. Oy.
blankMom and I met back up for a guided tour of Henry VIII's state apartments, which was so-so. It was led by one of the presenters from the Hunting thing... and he'd obviously memorized his spiels. Even his pauses were rehearsed. But the rooms were neat, and some of what he had to say was interesting.

blankThen we went back to our B&B to get our luggage, and headed for York, where we did laundry! YAY!
blankIt's amazing how nice it is to have clean clothing again. I'll admit my room's a bit cramped, though, with the two of us - I've been a good hostess and given Ma the bed, camping myself on the floor with my sleeping bag. I just hope she doesn't have to get up in the middle of the night - she'd trip over me for sure!!
blankTomorrow we hit York!


Monday, April 5
York, 10:05pm

blankMan, I'm wiped.
blankThe campus seemed closed, food-wise, so we went into town. It was a bit unnerving - all the pubs were closed (lunch and dinner only, I guess). I was horrified - I'd planned to show Mom what campus fare was like, and treat her to a decent breakfast, and instead we ended up hiking all over the place. Luckily, we found a great little tea shop that was open, and had a very nice little breakfast before hitting the city walls.
blankI really love walking around the walls - they have such a sense of history about them, and offer some fantastic views of the city. We started at Walmgate Bar, where we'd come in, which is the only gate to still have its barbican! It also has an Elizabethan wooden add-on, but we didn't go check it out. We took a detour from the walls to look at Clifford's Tower. It's in pretty bad shape, having suffered a fire and faulty foundations, but you can still climb up and walk around the top (I was thankful for the handrails everywhere, though!). We got in free, courtesy of our English Heritage memberships, which was nice. I was a little bummed that the daffodils which coat the hill the Tower is on had all died back - when I left to meet Mom in London, the hill was blanketed in yellow, and I'd hoped to impress her with it.
blankNext up was the Mickelgate Bar museum, which is a great three-story display. It has stuff on everything from the history of the Bar to the history of York. Richard III's father and brother's heads were displayed over Mickelgate after they were killed in battle. Nasty.
blankWe continued around the walls until we got to the Minster area, where we detoured in and poked around Yorkminster. Wow, is that an impressive building!! I'd been into the Crypt before, but it was still neat. They were having a special deal for Easter, and we got a discount on entrance to the Foundations and the Chapter House, both of which were very cool. The Chapter House has amazing carvings, which I tried to get on film, and the Foundations have a great display on the different buildings which have stood on the site - a Roman hall, a Norman cathedral, and finally the Minster itself!
blankNaturally, we stopped at the Richard III museum in Monk Bar when we got to it - it was as cool as ever. Mom's pretty skeptical about Richard's innocence, but was impressed with the displays. In the shop, I got a copy of The Daughter of Time and a deck of Hammer Horror playing cards (they've got publicity photos on them, and look pretty cool. I have no idea why they'd be in a museum shop, but who am I to complain?).
blankI liked being back in York quite a bit. After being places I don't know, and have no familiarity with, it was nice being in a place I do know (even if imperfectly - I managed to get us slightly turned around when we went to Lendal Cellars for dinner. That's a cool restaurant - it used to be a wine Cellar for the alcohol imported into York). Tomorrow we get to see Hadrian's Wall, which will be fun.


Tuesday, April 6
York, Late

blankToday was FULL of problems. We made it to the wall area okay (although we decided to go to Hexam rather than Carlisle after examining maps). Unfortunately, we were too early in the year for the bus that runs along the wall, and too late for the bus to Housesteads. And no trains were heading for Corbridge for a couple of hours. Grrr.
blankAfter much fussing over the maps, timetables, and brochures, we decided to give up on the Wall. It was early afternoon, so we still had time to do other stuff; but, aggravatingly, Whitby Abbey (one of the places I had on our original itinerary that we've had to skip) was too far away to get there before it shut.
blankMom wanted to ride a train further north and just look at scenery. So, we agreed to head for Carlisle to catch one. But it was a bit of a wait to get the Carlisle train, so we killed some time by looking at Hexam Abbey, which was pretty cool. We were lucky enough to tag along with a small group who'd arranged a tour of the crypt - it's a collection of tiny little rooms underneath the main part of the church. The guide showed us the old lamps built into the walls - little niches with reservoirs for oil (which would then have a lit wick floating in them). One nifty thing - the stones above the niches had been hollowed out above the reservoir, so the smoke would have a place to go, and not foul the air. Pretty clever, that. Now, of course, they have electric lighting. Oh, and another cool thing - part of an old Roman stone had been used in the crypt's construction! It was the stone that the Caesar's name was carved into, and you could see where one Caesar had been scratched out after being deposed. Pretty cool.
blankIn Carlisle, we decided to check out the Castle and Cathedral instead of heading North. It was spritzing rain, but we had a good time anyway. The Cathedral was lovely - I learned a whole bunch about its ceiling from a nice old guy who worked as a volunteer info person. The ceiling was gorgeous - blue with gold stars, and a woman's face - Mary, since at one point most major cathedrals were dedicated to her. Well, at one point (I wish I could remember this better), it had become not cool to have blue ceilings dedicated to Mary. So, the people had built a fake ceiling just underneath, a plain white one, so that the gorgeous ceiling wouldn't have to be destroyed. Then, when it became okay again, they took the fake ceiling down. You can still see the marks where the false one was attached!
blankThe castle rather nice as well - we only had about 30 minutes, but got to see a great set of displays on the Jacobite uprisings and Carlisle's role as part of the border defenses. Turns out Richard III used it during his campaigns, and was governor 1471-83! Richard's all over the north (of course).

blankI finished The Daughter of Time today, speaking of Richard. It makes a great case for Richard's innocence in the matter of the Princes' deaths, and suggests that Henry VII was the guilty one. Hehe.
blankRichard is rapidly becoming an obsession with me. He's fascinating! (Note: Richard shortly bloomed into a full-blooded
obsession, and now has his own page.)
blankAnyway, getting back from Carlisle proved to be more difficult than expected. We missed one train (an unchanged sign made us think it wasn't ours, and we watched it pull out of the station!!), and another was canceled!! ARGH!!
blankNot surprisingly, by the time we got back here, we were exhausted. I checked email and sent my class preferences to Oxy (so they can register me for next year), and am gonna hit the sack.


Wednesday, April 7
Tintern, 8:50pm

blankToday has gone much better than yesterday, even if we didn't do much actual touristing! We got up, packed, ate (by now the campus dining was open again), mailed some of mom's stuff to the States, and hit the University bookshop before heading for town in a taxi. After visiting American Express (so Mom could convert some dollars into pounds), we found the tourist info people in the train station, and got them to make some calls and find us a room here in the Wye Valley (which took some doing, as their computer system was down. Mom had to impress on them that she couldn't believe that their phones didn't work, either, before they tried calling the Wye Tourist info people).
blankAfter a nice lunch, we went back to the tourist folks and learned that our accommodations were a B&B in Tintern, and that the hostess would pick us up at the station in Chepstow! Apparently, she's the sister-in-law of a lady who works in the Chepstow Tourist Information Centre. Go figure.
blankSo, a four-hour train ride (which was actually rather pleasant) and a brief car trip later, we found ourselves in the Pink Room of Wye Views, with a lovely view of the river. After dinner in the Moon and Sixpence (a great pub), I left Ma writing a letter and went for a short walk.
blankIt's absolutely gorgeous here - green and lush, with gurgling springs rushing down to the river. I found the local church and wandered through its graveyard as the last bits of light began to fade - wonderfully peaceful.



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