We set off last Thursday - over a week ago, firstly, for Stamford. I could write about trying to register for a Dart Charge account, huddled in the Hades-like Thurrock services. Suffice it to say I managed it, then had to repeat the whole process to make a one-off payment for the crossing we had just made, and now have just had an email from the fiendish thing to say that as the account balance has dropped below the required £10.00, I have to go through the whole faff yet again to make yet another payment. Never mind that we won't be using the Dartford crossing again for ages.....
Neither Philosopher or I had visited Stamford before. It features as the back-drop for many period dramas, e.g the TV Middlemarch, and the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film.
It's a lovely old town, but ruined by traffic. Friends expected us to stay at the famous George Hotel, but I had read that road noise is a problem, and that it is overpriced. Chose the William Cecil instead. Another really lovely old hotel, but the first room they showed us was on the ground floor, right by the noisy road, you couldn't open the window, it was boiling hot, and there was no air-con. We didn't want that one. They had one other room left - a 'luxury' room but over the kitchen extractor fan! The kitchen fan seemed the lesser of the two evils, and indeed it was a beautiful room, but I think if you had paid full price for it you would have been a bit annoyed.
We explored the town - all built in the same pale stone, with many fine churches, most of which still seemed to be in use.
|Stamford - traffic queuing down the hill past the George Hotel|
|Our hotel - The William Cecil|
|Our lovely room - shame about the kitchen fan....|
|Stamford - a quieter corner|
|The old Stamford Assembly Rooms - now a shopping centre|
Philosopher used to live and work in York with his first wife, I have visited years ago with my sister, who used to live near Selby, and we have both stayed with Pete and Penny before.
Apparently the city is now over-run by stag and hen parties - seems a strange choice of destination to me. We walked into town, and Philosopher and I peeled off for a quick gallop round the Cathedral. So, we visited Canterbury one week (see previous post) and York the next. Philosopher says: 'fancy us visiting the two Sees within a week'. I'm thinking: 'What is he on about? Canterbury begins with 'C' but York begins with 'Y'. Was the man developing Alzheimers?'
It is a grand cathedral but I prefer Canterbury's soaring columns.
|York Minster - the Crossing|
|I liked this clock in York|
Next day we drove across the moors to Robin Hood's Bay, where our friend Anne from Birmingham has a house. We were also meeting our old friends Sue and Alex there. For the next few days, Anne did a brilliant job of showing us all sorts of places we would never have found for ourselves.
Turns out Anne's house is at the top of the steep hill down to the bay, in an adjoining village called Fylingthorpe. Just as well, because the climb up from the sea is punitive, and there is no parking down there. We walked down on the first evening - the village is a tumbling cramped tangle of old cottages clinging to the hillside. There was a big wedding party at the bottom, it was dark, misty and damp, and the tide was up, so although we managed to have a drink at the Bay Hotel, we didn't get the maximum flavour of the place. I've included photos from the internet to give a better idea.
|On the way down to Robin Hood's Bay|
|Dark, damp and misty - tide up!|
|As it should look - from the internet|
|What a steep hill - from the internet|
|Bottom of the village - when we went, all the space was covered in wedding revellers....|
|Little dog in a cottage window|
Next day Anne took us to Sandsend, beyond Whitby, which is a lovely, old-fashioned little place. In the afternoon we walked to Staithes, another village sloping sharply down to the sea, and home to the C19 artists colony, the Staithes Group. Once again, the weather was damp and misty, so I have included a painting of Staithes. We found a nice tea shop in the village.
On the subject of tea shops, Anne took us to many lovely examples. Battleaxe is on a low-fat diet, and I had to watch, drooling quietly, while the others compared the merits of different Bakewell tarts.... I do think tea shops are taking over from pubs as the places to go.
In general, I hope my photos bring out the colour of the Yorkshire greens, which are different from our Southern colours - darker, more intense. The light is very different too. Someone asked me if I got fed up of being by the sea the whole time, and I said not at all - every bit of coast is totally different. In Sandsend, I added a good few photos of ancient groynes (no, Missus, the men kept their pants on) to my collection of weathered wood pictures.
|Very weathered groyne|
|Like the little seaweed wigs|
|Walking to Staithes|
|Staithes, by Wilfred Ball|
We had a walk round the town, followed by crab sandwiches for lunch in a harbourside pub, then spent ages in the town museum, which is a mercifully unrefurbished Victorian paradise. Things are crammed into old wood and glass cases, with musty yellowed labels. They had ships in light bulbs, never mind bottles, whaling stuff, lots of Whitby jet, loads of excellent fossilised dinosaurs, and wonderfully grisly old things like a hangman's locket containing a bit of used rope, and a 'Hand of Glory' - a shrivelled, severed hand used by burglars. I wish more museums were still like that, not 'child friendly' pseudo-educational push the button places.
I quite fancied a real Victorian jet brooch, but not when I saw the prices of them - between two and three hundred pounds....
|Whitby Abbey viewed through whale jawbones|
|You can go for trips on this replica of Captain Cook's Endeavour|
|Ships in light bulbs|
The fossils inspired our friend Sue to search for real ones, and of course, I love them too (see previous post), so next day we went to Runswick Bay, which is a well-known fossil collecting place. Oh, before that we had an exceptionally chilly walk at Ravenscar, culminating in coffee at the cliff-edge Raven's Hotel, which has a romantic gothic garden. Then we went to Falling Foss. This is a fairy-tale old house (called Midge Hall) with a tea-garden, isolated in a forest by a waterfall. We walked through the woods to an old Hermit's cave, and ate our packed lunch.
|Windswept lupins at the Ravens Hotel|
|View from the garden at the Raven Hotel|
|Midge Hall, Falling Foss|
|The village at Runswick Bay|
|Scarborough, the harbour|
|Beautifully raked golden sand|
|The Grand Hotel|
|Kittiwakes below the terrace|
|View from the terrace|
|The Palm Court ballroom|
The Grand Hotel is huge and splendid, but has sadly, seen many better days. When it was completed in 1867 it was one of the largest hotels in the world. The building is designed around the theme of time: four towers to represent the seasons, 12 floors for the months of the year, 52 chimneys symbolise the weeks, and originally there were 365 bedrooms, one for each day of the year.
Today, it was crowded with seedy-looking persons that looked as if they were on extremely cheap coach trips, and despite my love of crumbly old grand hotels, I would not fancy staying there. As it was so crowded, we could wander about inside without hindrance, and went out on the terrace, which has the most wonderful views of Scarborough.
There was a line of gull's nests on the ledge below the terrace. Must be a high-class, desirable billet. Looking them up I see the birds are kittiwakes. Apparently Scarborough is well-known for its unusual urban kittiwake population.
We stopped for coffee and then headed off. To make a change, we drove down through the emptiness of Yorkshire to the Humber Bridge, and then on down through the even more empty expanses of Lincolnshire. We were reflecting that people who live in such places, and of course, Yorkshire, must feel so utterly remote from London, and Government must be so cut off from them. Eventually, we reached where my sister lives, in a village called Harrold, between Northampton and Bedford. When we opened the car door the heat hit us - not even the south yet, but getting much warmer.
We finally got home yesterday afternoon. Tired.
|Driving across the Humber Bridge|