Unloxit 2021

June - December 2021
With travel restrictions easing, even if only temporarily, options reopen for some beautiful staycations around the country. Read more
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  • Day 1

    Green shoots in Thanet

    June 6, 2021 in England ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Almost 6 months have passed since I spent a night away from home. It was a difficult winter with a long lockdown and there's no certainty of it being the final one. However in early June, summer has burst upon us and I choose to make my first escape revisiting Ramsgate, on the Isle of Thanet.

    It's an unpretentious place to the extent of being sadly neglected with too many empty shop fronts in the town centre. With booming resorts like Brighton and Southwold in their different ways, there's not enough to go round and Ramsgate could do with a lift, especially since the ferry services to France were discontinued. Which isn't to say Ramsgate lacks charm. On the contrary; the harbour is scenic, especially when viewed from above, and there's an air of a place waiting to be discovered. Best savoured now, before this happens.

    Besides the harbour views, there's an arcade beneath the road sweeping up to the west, hosting cafes and chandlers for yachties. Ramsgate being a hilly place, there's a Continental-looking flight of steps leading from one level to the next. And an abandoned Art Deco lift shaft hosting some creative street art.

    Along with the harbour came the creation of some wonderful terraces dating from around 1800 which wouldn't be out of place in parts of London. One of them, the quaintly-named Liverpool Lawn, is an echo of the road of the same name and period in Islington, London and named after Lord Liverpool.
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  • Day 2

    Walking with the Vikings

    June 7, 2021 in England ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    East Kent has a long history of attempted (Julius Caesar, Napoleon) and successful (Claudius, the Anglo-Saxons) invasions. As the Loop bus ambles, Margate is about 5 miles from Ramsgate. On the Viking Coastal Trail it's twice that but being almost flat and paved throughout, it's an excellent day out. The weather is almost Mediterranean and with the excellent quality of the sand, one might wonder who so many people bother with the Costa del Sol.

    Margate is Ramsgate's boisterous older sister and although Dreamland is closed, parties are out to enjoy the early summer. The town has also discovered its artistic heritage, ranging from Turner to Emin, and there's a quaint network of craft shops in the town centre. And a discarded bus shelter has been converted into a Covid memorial.

    Heading east, the seascape becomes increasingly lonely with limitless views over the Thames Estuary. One might have thought the chalk cliffs were solid but as the route swings east and then south, it passes several gaps leading to Botany, Joss, Louisa Bays and others. Places to explore another time. Passing Broadstairs, Ramsgate's genteel aunt, I am back to base with a healthy sunburn.

    And East Kent is so close to continental Europe that on another walk my phone company welcomes me to France and their roaming rates!
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  • Day 28

    If this is July......

    July 3, 2021 in England ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    ......it's time for the annual Lake District trip. For many years I've teamed up with a group of about 12 friends for an annual one-week stay in the Lake District. We hire two cottages in Keswick, a suitable transport hub and tourist attraction. During the day we split into two or more parties: the walkers, and the drinkers. The walkers don hiking boots and waterproofs while the drinkers do some research.....and in the evenings, most of the walkers become drinkers as well. The majority of us are from London or the south-east but some are based in northern England. And since we had to cancel this last year, some of us haven't met up since 2019 so it's a great reunion. The pubs are still enforcing social distancing; we manage this by communicating on Whatsapp so that when there is space in any given pub, those who are there already can let the other know. It works!

    As a member of the walking party, I'm suited and booted after breakfast with a different walk each day. Nothing too strenuous although there are several who climb Catbells. I did it once, and Skiddaw the year before, and somehow have survived to tell the tale. Coming down from Skiddaw that time, I borrowed a pair of hiking sticks from a kindly hiker on another party. My toenails were so traumatised that it took 6 months for the purple bruises to grow out!

    That was 2009; by now, 3-4 hours mostly on the level is a sufficient workout. The first picture is a general view of Derwentwater, on which Keswick stands. (Quiz question: which is the only body of water in the Lake District actually called a lake? Answer: Bassenthwaite Lake. The rest are ....water or ....mere). This walk takes us along the east side of Derwentwater to Rosthwaite. 3 is of an impressive dam at the top of Thirlmere (reached by bus a couple of days before this) built in the late 19th century to conserve water headed for Manchester, and 4 is or was probably a control centre in wonderful late Gothic that the Victorians did so well. The tiny church in 5 is typical of the Lake District and so is 6, of the unassuming woodlands that show you don't have to climb the tops to get nice shots.
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  • Day 31

    Bananallama

    July 6, 2021 in England ⋅ 🌧 13 °C

    Another of our favourite walks is the Newlands valley circuit, taking us south-west past some disused lead mines and a distant view of Catbells. This is followed by another exquisite tiny church near Littletown. On the way back we pass a field of llamas, to be reliably advised that they differ from alpacas not just for being bigger but for their banana-shaped ears. No walk is satisfactory without a stop for tea, nor is it complete without a beer or three at the Swinside Inn!

    The following day takes a bus ride south to Ambleside and a connection to Skelwith Bridge. From there it's a short climb to Colwith Force in deep woodland. Emerging into farmland, we spot these carvings on the side of a barn; the most likely theory is they were used by a stonemason to try out his skills on headstones. Drinks follow at Elterwater and a walk over the top to Grasmere for some, or the bus there and then to base for my blisters and me.

    7 days, 6 hikes and over 20 pubs later, it's time to pack up for another year. Keswick pub of the week? The Wainwright, with an accommodating guvnor who frees up the table next to the core party to allow late arrivals from our group. Outing of the week: the Kirkstile Inn, on the remote Loweswater, with beers of the same name and a nice private room for dinner and our quiz. But signs of the continuing effects of Covid are that the Agricultural Arms in Penrith is short-staffed and can't open much before midday, although they look after us well when they do. And a reality check: during the week it turns out that the infection rate has soared to twice that in London (mercifully it's plummeted again as I write this).

    Anyway here's to 2022, which our group organiser reserves within a week of our return.
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  • Day 79

    Fishy business in East Yorkshire

    August 23, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    The city of Hull may seem an odd choice for an August staycation but that's one of the good things about it. For a start, it doesn't attract the hordes of nearby York. A forgotten place after the decline of the fishing industry of which it was once the British capital, it was remembered in 2017 when it became the UK City of Culture. Its significance as a port attracted the Nazi bombs and Hull suffered more than anywhere outside London, but some fine Edwardian creations remain. Its white phone boxes (because Hull's telecoms company is independent) are as much a curiosity as the red boxes elsewhere in the UK.

    We also see reminders in the railway station of the continuing pandemic but despite an instructive walking tour, don't get an explanation for the name "Land of Green Ginger". Never mind: it's nice to find in an arcade, independent shops like Dinsdale's that would once have graced London but here is stuck in a 1950s time warp.

    And finally, some quirky decor in a small back street pub. Only Mona knows why she is here are she's not telling.
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  • Day 80

    File under "B" for Beach

    August 24, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Despite the flat landscape of East Yorkshire, there are numerous day excursions from Hull to be made. The railway from there to Scarborough contains too many places to do properly in one day, so we confine our first day trip to Filey and Beverley. Filey was called by my late father, who did army training there during the War, the "coldest place in the world". Well, it's not quite north-east Siberia and although not exactly tropical either, it's bearable and keeps the holiday crowds down. Beverley, back towards Hull, is a historic market town with a Home Counties feel. It's known for its Minster which is larger than many English cathedrals and profusion of Georgian buildings, and is probably a popular commuter base for Hull city.

    There seems to be a local competition for best-kept railway station and Bridlington's is a great example. Bridlington is another forgotten beach town and fishing port. It's a little sister to Scarborough at the end of the line, and here's a picture of another line, the antique funicular leading from the upper town to the beach. Nobody else going down, a 50-person queue going up. I wonder why!

    Finally a bus ride south-east to the village of Patrington with its gorgeous church, all of a piece from the 14th century, The vicar may not be present in person but his effigy is holding a tea party!
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  • Day 89

    First time on the canals (since 2019)

    September 2, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    One piece of good news from the slowly relaxation---for the moment---of Covid restrictions is the revival of my annual canal trip, postponed from May last year. This has been a long-standing institution for a group of friends who enjoy messing about on Britain's waterways and drinking the occasional beer or ten on twice-daily breaks. The party started in 1972 but I am a late-comer, arriving in 1993 and I've been going nearly every year for a week since then. Over the years we have covered almost all of the British canal network, from Llangollen to Leicestershire and Bath to Bingley. The title of this blog comes from an occasion years ago when the party (of which I deny responsibility because it was before my time) got stuck in the complicated exercise of turning the boat round. It's never an easy task to manouevre a 70-foot vessel alternating between forward and reverse, and the story goes that another boat party watched us with amusement and asked "Is this your first time on the canals?" Apparently they weren't even English!

    This year we're a party of eight, in two four-berth boats on the Leeds & Liverpool Canal. Leaving aside the start and finish cities, we convene at the small West Yorkshire town of Silsden, to cover the most scenic part of the canal which crosses the Pennines. The L & L is quite an early canal, starting from 1790 and unable to cut through the hill range, it skirts them with the help of over 90 locks and a minimum of tunnels. And no rest for the wicked: besides one person to drive each boat, there's ideally another man on board with other crew members on the towpath to operate the locks and swing bridges. Plus a cook with sidekick for the evening meals!

    Although the maximum speed is 4 knots in isolated areas, it's usually more like 1 or 2 and it's a joy to cruise quietly through some splendid countryside. The first four images are around Skipton, a pleasant market town. Image 4 shows a swing bridge open; some of them are electrically operated but the manual ones are hard work. A good job that Skipton is supplied with some excellent pubs! 5 and 6 show the village of Gargrave, where the canal crosses the Pennine Way for those seeking another form of exercise.
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  • Day 91

    4,000 beers in Burnley, Lancashire

    September 4, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    The L & L eases through the Pennines and into Lancashire. The canal architecture is simple but elegant, the old bridges spanning the water rather than the cut-price swing bridges.

    Now for some quirks: beside one set of locks some flowers mark what seems to be the burial place of a loved animal. Nearby a strand of barbed wire passes right through a tree trunk; can the trees really grow so quickly around here? And in the small town of Barnoldswick (pronounced Barlick) some puppets keep watch over a building site.

    Barnoldwick is a good example of a small town outdoing a larger neighbour for beauty, in this case Burnley. One competitor for our pub of the week is a micropub called the Barnoldswick Tap. The locals seem aggrieved that boundary changes moved the town to Lancashire from its Red Rose rival, Yorkshire. But they give us a warm welcome despite the barman having to close at 8.30 to catch his bus home. (And there's another bar waiting for us up the street).

    Burnley is still waiting for some levelling up, but no danger of going dry at the Bridge Inn & Bier Haus (sic). Local Moorhouse's and bottled beers from Germany, Belgium and others.
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  • Day 95

    Man of the Canals

    September 8, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Here's a challenge: as we descend the Bank Newton locks, one of the boats gets jammed in the lock gates and the other boat becomes wedged to it. As the lock starts to empty, one boat tilts at a sickening angle and is danger of filling with water. Hurriedly we start to refill the lock again, while the guys still aboard rock them like a seesaw to try and free them. Eventually there is an almighty crash and the boats right themselves. Thankfully there's no injury but it's a cautionary tale, not helped by the fact that some of the canal authorities knew this lock was defected and had neglected to broadcast this. The picture shows a distant view of yours truly, obeying orders.

    Tradition has it that on the final afternoon the Man of the Canals awards take place. This is a largely ironic procedure in which people get nominations for selected categories. The Best Dressed Man was the guy for wearing clean clothes daily (until the dousing at Bank Newton) and Worst Driver was your narrator who, while waiting downstream for a lock to empty, steered the boat right up to the lock gates, positioning it at right-angles to the canal and so blocking the boat that was trying to leave. We then tot up the marks and award the Man of the Canals to the guy with the highest total (Roger, for organising the trip, among other things). There's a Boy of the Canals and the Third Man, for which the trophy is a musical box playing the theme tune from the film of the same name. As a friend of mine queried: "How old are you?" We're all old enough for our bus passes but with a mental age of about 10!

    I've decided that after over 25 years, this will be my final canal trip. It's been a great ride but as one door closes.........
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  • Day 111

    Brighton of the North

    September 24, 2021 in England ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Brighton? Well, not really. Blackpool has got sand, not stones for a start. And not just the Palace Pier and a rusting ruin cut off from the back but three piers, all with entertainment due to start when the country gets back in gear. And of course the Tower, visible from much of the Fylde peninsula and the same age as the Eiffel Tower.

    Lockdown hasn't been kind to Blackpool but due to limited overseas travel, it's said to have had a good summer. But late September is most definitely autumn and apart from at weekends, it's gone pretty quiet again. Since my last visit 12 years ago, there's been some impressive development around Blackpool North station but some of the other streets are very run down and need creative thinking from the council. There's talk of a "Silicon Sands" project if enough techie entrepreneurs can be found.

    Blackpool has always been the capital of traditional comedy, the natural home of Ken Dodd, Tommy Cooper and Morecambe & Wise. More left-field stuff---no. Music follows a similar pattern, with Sinatra and Elvis imitators everywhere. It's a perfect time warp.

    The wind, which can kindly be called bracing, pursues us around the Tower and the North Pier, from which the other piers are visible. The Tower pokes its head again above a place hopefully taking you to Cuba (image 4) and the back streets show that street art is alive and well (5). The final image shows how enterprise can be used to convert what could have been a hairdresser's or newsagent's into a micropub, and very good the beer is too: just half a dozen tables but 4 local brews and a draught cider, with friendly management you would never find in the barn-like places. In the background is the Akash, an Indian restaurant which we first visited 20 years ago; Sammy, the owner, makes us feel very much at home and serves an excellent chicken tikka masala.
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