Friday, February 25, 2011

Onward and wet but Wow!

Having been delighted by the days sights, we set off back the way we had come, ready to stop and enjoy the wild ponies we had passed on the way in and, to take the toll road which reportedly provides such an amazing view that they can charge for it. As we leave Lynmouth behind though it seems we are going to be lucky to see anything past the car in front as cloud has descended onto the mountainous region. Ponies didn't even appear as black blobs and lengthy discussion was entered into as to the value of the toll road but, undeterred we optimistically took the turning. The amazing view you ask.........





We had our 2.50 ready to pay at the other end but when we got there it was an honour system so Glenn (with my approval) decided that we had in fact had a maximum of 50p value. We drove away lamenting that we had not taken this road on our way in this morning when it was clear sky all the way. A smooth trip to our hotel at a services area where we had the best room we have had in the UK with great staff and a pitch black room to sleep until your hearts content. Our curtains here are so thin the street lights light it up all through the night. I have taken to sleeping in the eye mask they gave us on the plane!




Staying near Cheddar Gorge, we decided we must give it a look as it was recommened highly by Bill. We entered this awesome Gorge with our eyes popping and they pretty much spent the rest of the drive hanging out. We pulled over and took loads of pics and I did a fantastic 'cooeee' which echoed brilliantly back at us. None of the pics are able to capture the absolute enormity of the rock walls but we tried.


*note in the 3rd pic above.. you can see a tiny little us in the bottom left... sorts shows just how big the gorge is... well it doesnt, but.. its BIG!



We were delighted by the appearance of several bronze age sheep which Glenn read online  are basically the same as they were 3000 years ago. I opened my window to take a pic of this baby and couldn't resist baaaing to it and to my great surprise and joy it answered me.


Neither of us really wanted to leave the Gorge. It gives you a great sense of belonging; well it did me anyway. But leave we must and headed North to the 'Stanton Drew Circles' They are a stonehenge kind of thing but little visited and sit in a farmers field which we should have been wearing our wellies to venture into but we came unprepared and left with very soggy feet. Glenn just put up with his but, having inherited fussy feet, I changed my socks and placed my boots on the floor behind Glenn where by now, there was heat blowing through; not on my side though, where I sat with my legs wrapped in two blankets. Funny really that we will leave having only worn our wellies a couple of times and yet when we need them they are not at hand. I have now put them in the boot ready for next weeks trip to Hadrian's Wall! Back to the circles; they are the third largest standing prehistoric stones in Britain and are currently being explored by English Heritage. Extaordinay to think that people with few tools saw the value in moving these great stones.




So with feet squelching, we went in search of the Clifton Suspension Bridge. Now, this famous bridge gets a lot of airplay in this country so I thought it would be pretty easy to find...wrong! We took a pot shot and put Clifton into James, and then did a search of tourist attractions in that area....no bridge? Deciding there would certainly be signs when we got close, we set off and James took us into the heart of Clifton. Signs? I hear you ask; no I answer. Nice old city, canals and old buildings galore but all very hard to take in when you have no idea where you are going and there is constantly someone up your behind making sure that you cannot make a sudden decision nor turn around nor pull over. Driving here is a bit like being caught in a stampede of cattle! So several educated guesses (by Glenn) later and we found ourselves in the great gorge under the bridge Tada! I can't say how surprised we both were by the span of the bridge and its height from the ground below. But, we wanted to be at the top, to walk over it, but the road that should take us up there was covered in scaffolding as a part of the rock wall had appeared to fallen...at least it wasn't on us. So we drove on looking for a turn but just got further away. Hung a U turn and found our way up the hill but still no signs to the bridge. Going against all his manly instincts (I know its a gender stereotype but too bad) Glenn stopped and asked for directions and finally, there it was. Found a miraculous free park and spent some time exploring this amazing feat of engineering  built 100 years before my birth;





From the other side of the river, we could see a balcony (you can just see it at the left side of the 1st pic. About halfway down the left hand side) and wondered if you could still get onto it; then we saw people. Of course we then had to go there ourselves. A very steep climb down steps that led into what they call 'Giants Cave'. It was used as a church 400 years ago but I can't imagine how they got down there. As we squeezed our way down the low passage to the cave there was a man playing an instrument that sounded like a pan pipe. Anywhere else he would have been a busker but it seemed he had just come to play to his ancestors or something. Anyway, it was beautiful and made the experience of standing on a ledge looking down about 150 metres to the road and river below, a much more earthy experience. The bridge was worth every bit of the hassle it took to find it and the ensuing hassle that came from going round and round through streets too thin, lined with cars, trying to find a cup of tea to have with lunch.



Had a hasty but pleasant conversation with Freedom during lunch and were informed at great length about the newest kitten to be fostered and how one removes ear mites from the poor little thing. From here it was an easy journey over the Severn bridge for the last time and to a far less quality hotel for the night; of course it didn't come close to matching the dark depths we sunk to at Wakefield last year, but it wasn't clean enough for me. Glenn set off well early for the football and arrived 45 mins early but we now know why people say better early than late...you only have the two choices here, on time does not exist. The game against Cardiff was reportedly disappointing. Leicester did not play well against the home team who won 2-0 and Glenn limped home licking his wounds.




What would a trip in the UK be without an old castle? Well you never know what you are going to get really. The pictures on the internet can make something small look enormous and vice-versa, so we weren't expecting huge things from Goodrich castle; the original from the 11th century is all gone except the name, but in 1148 it was rebuilt by a Norman. This family died out in 1245 and it passed to Henry the V111 half brother. You approach from the side and it is unimposing until you are upon it and see the massive rocks upon which it is built and the deep moat surrounding it.








Once upon it, it took our breath away with its architecture  and engineering feats. You can see the grooves in the walls and the gap through which the portcullis (the barred gate) is lowered. This didn't help in 1646 however when during the civil war, a mortar (cannon) bombarded the castle and destroyed enough to make the royalists surrender. The mortar named 'Roaring meg' has only recently been returned to the castle it destroyed and is the only surviving civil war mortar. We heartily agreed that this was one of the very best castles we have seen.






We drove on through lovely English countryside but barely, as it was on the border of Wales, heading for Longtown Castle; a ruined keep with views of the Black Mountains. Well, once we saw the mountains, we lost all interest in the castle, it was the most spectacular view as we drove toward the bare, brown range which dwarfed everything in its shadow.



The castle, built in the 13th C was very atmospheric and interesting. It is a motte and bailey which means the 'servants' had to build the mound it sits on from scratch and the signs talked of the castle owner not only owning this property, but the whole village. I wonder if they invited the whole village in for tea, or, to take refuge when there was an attack? I think we all know the answer to that one don't we.






As you can see we had prime views of the mountains from here and a nice gent offered to take a pic for us...no heads squeezed in the corner here. Back the way we had come along lovely hedge lined roads and found  a tiny village that made the worlds best chips for lunch and, had a certificate on their wall from Guiness World Records for producing the biggest bag of chps ever in 2004. Passed a car which had suffered the terrible fate of being parked in a thin bit of road and had been crushed against the ancient castle wall it sat beside, and enjoyed our chips by the stream. Arrived home safe and sound and with just long enough to take a breath before we set off for Amsterdam on Monday followed by Hadrian's Wall on Thursday.
Cheerio for now :)

Monday, February 21, 2011

Lynton-Lynmouth

The first of our trips begins today to, the Lynton and Lynouth area which is in Devon, and area we had planned to visit on our holiday in 2009.. but missed when Nic got ill. We pulled out the driveway as the 7.30 news began.. Now thats on time!!

Programed James and off we went... an incredibly simple route .. from our house it was.. one right... one right.. one left... and drive for 80 miles... thats my kind of directions... We were on the motorway and fortunately going mostly away from any cities.. so a suprememly pleasant drive (if you ignore the cold because the Rovers heating doesnt work ( and it was cold i can tell you.. and Nic would tell you, except with two rugs wrapped around her and the seat heater on.. she could only just manage to not suffer teeth chattering) ensued. I set the cruise control to 75 mph and sat back and enjoyed the trip.

Our first stop was at  Cleve Priory, yet another 12th century place.. but our english heritage book had told us it would nt be open so, we planned just to drive past... except, i accidently pulled into the driveway, where the gates were open.. of course one on the driveway, we had no option but to drive in to and around it.. just lovely.



we then headed to Gallox bridge in the Medievil town of Dunster, what an incredible town... picture book/lilliput lane cottages all around, the bridge itself was built in the 1400's and was a packhorse bridge, used to transport wool, and buter etc, how amazing that this should still be as solid and beuaitful some 600 years later.
















Also here in Dunster was Dunster castle which was not in our plans as it is (boo hisss) National trust, not english heritage... however it was so spectacular and iposing we took a walk near it just for a look, again stunning. The towns streets were so thin that for a larege part you could only have one way traffic, so a long wait for traffic lights allowed some pics of a lovely church. From there it was just up the hil to Butter Cross, this was the site of the old market.. again from 600 years ago just amazing to sit and imagine the discussions and life.




Back into the car and off to Lynton, we wanted to go there for the Funicular cliff Railway that runs up the side of the cliff an almost vertical climb of about 300 metres... the cars work by weighted water.. eg, the car at the top fills up with  water... the car at the bottom empties its water tanks... the weight of the top car, uplls the botom car up as it decends, its is not only a perfect piece of engineering, but just a beuatiful place set beside the sea... howevr i havent at this point mentioned the rain... it had started just as we arrrived in Lynmouth.. and was getting heavier.. but not only that.. the clouds and mists were getting thicker, so unfortunately the views you see in the pics.. arent quite as stunning as what we could see with the naked eye... and i apologise in advance for the wet picture of me. we also enjoyed a stroll along the beach.. feeling the stones squeeze between our toes. :)








Nevertheless, we had a fabulous timewalked around the towns into the old town hall and enjoyed a cupa in the clifftop cafe'.

















Then into the car back to our hotel in the Sedgwell services.. now our experience of services hotels ahs not been good in the past, however this one is excellent. clean.. spacious, comfortable and with free WIFI... ergo.. this blog is being written in the room at 8pm.





tomorrow to the bridge and cardiff etc.  byeeeeeeee

Saturday, February 19, 2011

James Vs Fanny... there are no winners

A trip to Leicester to see the City v Bristol match... easy enough youd think, just pop it into sat nav and bobs ya uncle... Unfortunately, James was taking me a way that did nit make sense to my head, so i added Fanny to the equation as i seemed to be goign the wrong way entirley.......... listen to the video below....

in case you cant see or hear it....




the top one is James...telling me   Keep right"...
the bottom one is  Fanny, who is telling me.... " Just ahead, bear left"

lol and that about sums up driving and sat navs in England.

Missed the first 10 mins of the game... but..didnt matter as in the end, we went on to win 2-1 with the winner coming in the 93rd minute.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Football - Leicester (and Derby away)

Just a quick blog, i made my way on Saturday evening to watch city play again, this time at pride park Derby, considered a big local derby, its an important game to win for local bragging rights, not to mention how important it is to our chances of making the playoffs.

I get to the ground an hour and a quarter early, simply because logic and google tell me its an hour trip... but due to my (lack of) trust of sat navs and UK traffic i left 2 and a half hours early, so as you will see from the pic it was kinda lonely to begin with lol.

Still, eventually the ground filled up, the Leicester end was about 80% full and im very pleased to say, that everyone was standing. Its so important to be standing at the game, or at least it feels that way to me, when you are forced to sit... which you are pretty much everywhere at the walkers stadium it just destroys the feel of the game... its not a movie, this is football, its all a bit tribal, yes its a bit mob mentality and i appreciate that the 80s were bad... but the hooligans have left (mostly) and you just cant sing, cheer, jump up and down and support your team from a seated position.

Any way, just to update the position that Leicester finds itself... at the end of last season, we made it to the playoffs and lost on penalties in a very depressing result, during the off season, we sacked our manager who had taken us from the 3rd division 2 years earlier.. through to penalties in the playoffs, he was replaced by a much more fashionable, stylish "big name" manager ( we were bought by a thai consortium who wanted a "name")... our name manager began playing some really top drawer football, a passing, stylish Arsenal-esque game, beautiful to watch, but sadly lol.. we kept losing. After about 8 games the new manager was sacked, we were bottom of the league and had just been beaten 6-1 it was not a good time to ba a city supporter..

BUT...

it all changed when our new nmanager was announced SVG!!... Sven Goran Erricksson, this was incredible to me, SVG is an ex england manager (and a successful one at that) a manager that could quite comfortably be at any of the top clubs around the world... he would fit at Man U, Liverpool, Real Madrid, any club... and he was at leicester...currently bottom of the 2nd division... such is his reputation that we have consistently signed loan players from premier league clubs, and internationals and now we find ourselves, not only playing super football, but winning and winning well, if you want to see great football and goals, find the Leicester V Barnsley game highlights... and look at some of the best goals youll ever see.... anyway, this brings us to where we are now, unbeaten in 2011... unbeaten at home since SVG took over and now from 24th... we are 10th and a win at Derby could put us into the playoff positions.

And so, with a vocal and pumping away crowd and a mostly full stadium, Leicester gave derby a football lesson, Yakubu scored a goal of pure Premiership quality... and a minute before half time, we played the perfect football, stringing together about 12 passes from defence and finishing with a stylish goal to enter the break 2-0 up... the crowd noise and enthusiasm and celebration is indescribable. I find myself hugging and bouncing with complete strangers... its just so special to be a part of.... Derby played well in the second half but we held on and left with our 2-0 win and now just one place away from the playoff positions.



So.. thats about where we are now... I believe we will make the playoffs... in my perfect world we will get through to the playoff final and i will get the chance to watch leicester play at Wembley, but, even if not, even if every game from here on is a disaster it wont matter, the games i have seen this year have thrilled me, all those years of supporting and not knowing quite why have been answered by the rush of when we score.. (especially when we score away from home).. I also discovered that Grandpa was a big City fan, something i had never known.. but again something that adds some perspective to my years of support.

LESSSSSSSSSSSSDDUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH     :)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Day 2 of Norfolk (By Glenn)

We left our luxurious (if difficult to find) room and set out on what was to be yet another busy day of history spotting, the trip through the centre of Norwich is SOOO much more pleasant on a sunday morning when we are the only ones on the streets.



Initially we had planned to go to "cow tower" which was a part of the old wall that surrounded Norwich and the castle, however due to the other things we had planned, we decided to give it a miss and go straight to the first stop the "Caister on sea" roman fort... but as we left town.. we spotted a neat looking old tower just off the main road, a quick u turn...  and a short drive the wrong way down a one way street and we found ourselves at the Cow Tower and wall after all,  it was again a thing of beauty... at least 5 foot thick walls and just tucked away and virtually ignored along a side street, quite stunning.











So on to to Caister, a roman fort built in the 2nd century to protect the merchant ships as they plied their trade... in the 2nd century???  what the hell were they plying i want to know.. mustve been damn valuable to built such a fort, it was used until the end of the 400's when the roman forces were withdrawn. We sat briefly, picked a piece of stone from the walls (vandals) and imaginned the life of the roman who placed the stone there 1800 years ago.








This was a neat building on the edge of Gt Yarmouth, i think it was part of their wall.. but i cant remember.



Then this one is another neat old building in Yarmouth with me talking to mum on the mobile as we walked about.




An so onto the sea front at Great Yarmouth, we were loking for the pier to take some pics simialr to a couple Nic has, unfortunately the Pier was no more, we walked along the sea front as the still near gale force winds blew us away. then we went inside to the cheap and tacky (Just my style) penny arcade. We sat down had a cup of tea and a scone and discussed how differnet these places mustve been back in the 50s-60s. We imaginned the thousands who would flock here for the summer holidays filling the shoreline and queuing for their chance on what must have been so very different games to play.















You may remember from our previous trip to Brighton, that we are great lovers of the penny machines, you know, where you drop the penny in.. and hope is makes dozens of other pennys drop... well that love has continued to grow, so we got our 1 pounds worth of two P's and set to win our fortune. Now its worth remembering that at 10.30 on a sunday morning in february, there are not many people in the penny arcade in yarmouth, actually in truth there are NO people except us. We laugh, squeal and jump up and down as our carefully measured coin drops see us CERTAIN that we are about to see hundreds of 2P's come our way, even better than the coins...is the dream... the possibilty .......... the unbelievable hope, of winning the key ring that seems just to far out of reach for even us to imagine winning.



We mustve played the machine for 40 minutes having a fantastic laugh as we celebrated each miniscule win... then suddenly a couple of perfectly placed drops saw the key ring precariously balanced so close to dropping, there was nothing for it.. we committed another 80p to the change man and set about winning this holiest of grails.... and yes, following another 15 minutes of planning, swearing, laughing and an occasional attempted nudge of the machine... WE HAVE WON THE KEY RING!!! oh how we celebrated.







Off we go again, this time in search of a Burgh castle, a 25 min drive and there were were, quite lovely and still in use today so we quietlt made our way around it and headed off again. (we have just realised, as we are writing this, that we didnt go to the castle)... we dont actually know what it is in this picture, but   hahahahahahaha, its not where were meant to be.





On so.. off we go again, a quick stop for lunch in a quaint little market town...






then onto Framilingham castle, this is where Henry the 8ths daughter Mary tudor (Bloody Mary) was crowned. It was thoughout time used also as a prison and a poor house. My interesting fact is, that of the many chimneys on the house/castle most were completely useless, but were built purely because at that time chimneys were seen as a sign of wealth and prestige. The size and scale of the buidlings and walls is quite incredible but weve probably mentioned that before. Framlinghma was unusual because, as we looked at it from outside, it seemed huge and we expected to be blown away inside, but actually the inside was much smaller than we imaginned.



Once again I foolishly attempted to storm the castle, as i rushed up the hill... well, i say rushed, i commenced with rushing... but it pretty much petered out to little more than shuffle by the time i reached the wall... my attempts to batter the stonework away with my bare hands was... unsurprisingly... fruitless, even shouting at it did no good. I then climbed to the top of a broken bit of wall... and following a HUGE gust of wind, was verrrry nearly blown off of it whilst waiting for the Photographer to get her picture.










Our next stop was Orford castle, where Framlingham had appeared huge from outside and was smaller within... Orford was the complete opposite, as we appraoched it looked toweringly tall and incredbly solid... but looked as though it would be quite small within. Infact it was much larger than we expected, the walls were so thick that they contained room after room within the 8-10 foot thick sides.




That brings to an end our weekend in Norwich... a lazy 3 and a half hour drive and we arrived home at about 6.30.


Big video of yarmouth street....


Big video.. CHARRRRGE!!!