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Setting off on a 7 month trip with my hubby John. 6 months in Europe and 5 weeks in Asia on the way to and on the way back. Læs mere
  • Day 46 Where are the borders?

    4. maj 2018, Tyskland ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

    04/05/02918 Appotel Dobel Germany Room 108 (2 SZ)

    So we survived our little room, bed actually was comfortable.. had our room breaky and off up the highway we speed...
    The roads are mostly pretty good except for coming into some smaller places, but today we were mainly in the Autobarns/freeways... from bumper to bumper, to slow go, to super fast and not much around, to too many trucks feeling like we are about to be squashed. We only stopped a coup of times first one for a cuppa, after the cuppa as we were leaving, John asked me had I seen the pig......I was looking fir a cute little pink pig, Not a massive hairy pig that stands metres high... we wondered why on earth would someone make a huge pig... Called Woniic He is standing over 30 feet tall, and almost 50 feet long, the wild boar named Woinic is a quite a creature. The giant animal was created by sculptor Eric Sléziak who unleashed the beast in 2008. Woinic is made of a skin of steel sheets welded together over a hollow frame, weighing in at over 50 tons. There is even a trapdoor to his insides, located like an achilles heel on the underside of his belly. Remarkably the massive creation took Sléziak over a decade to create. Surrounded by canola fields, Woinic, the largest boar in the world, is a giant steel beast that stands as both a roadside curiosity, and as a symbol of the Ardennes region in general. Until we walked into the tourist info centre we were miffed as to why a pig, but there was beer with his symbol on it, so not sure the Pig/Boar is a result of the beer or the beer is the result of the pig... When the monumental attraction was unveiled, Woinic slowly made his way to his hilltop home on the back of a flatbed truck. His proud march was spectated on by crowds from all around the Ardennes area, and the big pig was permanently installed on a rotating platform where he stands to this day. Woinic (who received his name via a combination of Sléziak’s parents’ names) still stands sentinel at a rest stop just off the French highway Autoroute A 34.

    So saying goodbye to Woinic we took off up the Hwy, nothing really of interest other than after we stopped for lunch John took the Map book in with us, he realised we had been in France to Belgium to Germany, back to France, into Luxembourg, back to France then into Germany.... no border crossings like the old days if you blinked you missed the the different county small sign on the side of the road as you wiz past! So it was well where are the borders and again how do we put it all together for the Schengen Zone?

    So after stopping for lunch at a roadside service centre, off we set for the last leg... this part of the journey was much more enjoyable after the earlier part on the Freeways/autobahn’s for sure!

    We zipped through some very pretty little villages climbing higher after the arch one, finally making it to Dobel... the place looked quite small but I think looks could be deceiving.... booked in and we were ever so grateful the young girl on the counter could steak english! The room was lovely spacious great views and little touches like fruit and water.... you only tend to get those touches when you pay heaps, so a nice surprise... mind you we did pay a little more for this room and we have breaky included so being treated all around... even a mat to put beside you bed to wipe your feet before you get in... feel like a queen tonight!

    After looking at the map book John realized we were actually staying in the Black Forest of Germany! Whoooooo the Black Forest is always associated with scary movies or big wolves! Let’s hope none of these are trueeeee!

    We settled in then went for a walk to check out the sights, and find dinner... the girl at the desk said it was on the right and the only one around..l looked like plenty of restaurants but all shut up... We are guessing it’s like the Italian ones in their alps they shut up for summer, winter is there main season and this place reminded us of there as well.... while out walking there plenty of people out and about, so not sure where they disappear to... After a bit of a look at the village we went back to the only restaurant that looked shut as well and appeared very quiet, but on walking in we were shocked to see it chockers.... there was an older women pouring drinks we asked her about a table for 2, she shrugged her shoulders and threw her hands up as if to say I dint care... we stood there not sure what to do, then suddenly a very attractive young girl appeared and she spoke a English thank goodness, so been saved twice this afternoon... she pointed to a table which we quickly took, then waited and waited. For someone to bring us a menu... when nothing came I got up to get one, suddenly she was behind me going I have something to ask do you want to read in English or German... Ohhh oh my thank you so much. So we picked a meal to share and when it came it was the best tasting meal we have had the whole trip...was only bratwurst sausages, chips gravy and salad.... but the salad was very different and the flavours were unreal... Yes a meal we thoroughly enjoyed indeed.... so after a good meal and some drinks off back to watch TV and nope no good, not one English speaking channel on the box.... so we gave up and went to bed... both very, very tired!
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  • Day 1 of 45 France all aboard.......

    3. maj 2018, Frankrig ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    93/05/2018 Soissons France Première Classe Hotel Room 002. (1 SZ)

    Up and packed had taken bags out last night... Today the next part of our adventure begins, with our trip to France via the Chunnel that goes under the sea. How exciting is it for us to do this, for so long we have heard about and read about the tunnel made to take people, cars and trucks under the sea..and today we actually get to do it.......
    Driving off towards the Chunnel our first sight over the hills is the massive Dover Castle, what an impressive sight this hour of the morning the sun is out today, can you believe it just as we are going, and the glow it gives the Castle makes it really stand out....

    Down through Dover seeing the white cliffs one last time. Shame we couldn’t have had another day here, as we go through town I spot other interesting sights we could have investigated.... but not to be!

    We make it to the Channel Tunnel entry point and have to punch in a code we were sent to get out boarding print out that goes on the dash. The identity card to let you through..... then drive up to the reception area it’s a big centre filled with shops etc like an airport but for the Chunnel Train.... people everywhere.... there is a massive screen outside in the car park as well as inside with the time you are set to go giving you the count down to when you can get into your car and head off to line up... ours isn’t for another 35 mins... you are not allowed to line up before this, very organised..... So we have a cuppa I tired to call a Jill in the phone to talk to Mum as they had just got home from Kate and Kristian’s after mum being in Hospital. However for some reason I could hear Jill she couldn’t hear me... so as our time was up I had to give up trying to connect...

    Off we set, going through sign after sign saying France this way with big arrows pointing us in, it felt a bit surreal to be honest.... having to go through check point one that’s where they check you passport, got through that ok, then the sign says France. Another check point this time we are now in France and yep they check our passports as well. It isn’t until we get through it and are in France we realise no one has actually stamped to prove we have gone into Schengen Zone... but it was digitally scanned... we just aren’t sure how this goes when checked at other entrances to countries... So this now leaves us pondering how it all works...

    The actual time on the big train was only about 30-35mins..... it is big train ver wide to fit wide cars. Car after car drive into it and you drive up into a carriage about 6 cars per carriage then they lock you in, but it’s entered by way of a huge door all going in 2 sections an upper and lower section down a long corridor that once your parked they close up after each 6 cars, ... they must fit heaps on each train, with trains go every 20-30 mins, fascinating really... that’s not counting all the massive trucks being loaded onto another train.... plus all the Ferries going back and Forth the traffic between countries is unbelievable....

    Another world all this international travel, so different than going over the border... mind you they didn’t ask about any food stuff we were carrying like some of our borders... we bought fruit yesterday and had it all on board and no questions asked... they did have a check point after our first passport check to see we didn’t have any fire arms, Customs officers everywhere just checking the under if the cars asking questions but none actually took anything out of our car and we sat in it the whole time... they do have cameras everywhere, I mean everywhere so I guess if you were up to no good they might cotton on, but it would be so easy to smuggle something through... not that we would or want to, just seeing how easy it was you would wonder how often something or someone is snuck through...

    Anyway before we knew it we were driving off the train, we thought there would be another check point but nope straight out and into the crazy fast Hwy of France... It did feel surreal compared to air flight with so much checking etc.....

    So here we are in France our trip to our destination was long and a bit boring, mainly rural countryside with heaps of canola being grown... it’s very green and very orderly... village after village from the road was seen but being on the Hwy we didn’t get to go into them until later when the Nav John had set her not to go on Toll roads... we were having heaps of issues trying to get some money from a hole in the wall... they just don’t seem to have any.. We did a couple of stops at service centres to get some money there, but they didn’t have any ATM’s.... We finally found one but a John said it had something in it... It was between 1-3 pm when all the shops were shut, we were to discover they even shut the ATMs during this time... We had sat in our car to have a cuppa and a bite to eat with food I had on board when we spotted a man drive up to the ATM John had just tried he cleaned it well and truly and drove off... I said to John maybe he has unlocked it give it a go, so off he went to try and sure enough it was 3.05 pm and yes it was unlocked... how unreal... mind you this was the only ATM we spotted in any village we had gone through... At least we had some Euro’s now...

    We did notice that the villages weren’t as close together as they are in the UK, plenty of them, but further apart. And their homes just looked like little boxes not a lot of character at all... so e really I,d homes did have some character, but they seemed to be only in the bigger towns we went through....

    The Highways are busy very busy, and the main speed is 130kph, 110 as you get closer to towns, then down like ours as you go through... but they sure speed along on those Highways.

    As we were heading through some smaller villages around 4pm we noticed signs not easily in French, but did wire it out that there were War Graves from different countries... Brits, American’s then just really quickly the 4th Infantry Division Memorial... we were to discover it finally after bumping along a very narrow dirt track there it was surrounded by canola fields but huge sitting on a hill looking over the valley below... A beautiful spot... it had a neat hedge trimmed all around it with neatly mowed grass, someone must look after it... Little Aussie flags hanging off the lower section and someone must have just out a wreath for ANZAC day there it said so in a little card.... it felt very humbling to see it knowing our young men had died in the fields around us... and they were young men... there were information stands with pics of our guys over there... it made it all the more real.
    So glad we stumbled across this spot. Worth visiting...

    So our last leg took us through Saint Quentin Township a huge town, I would say a city... we had followed these signs for ages to get here... reminding us if our dear friend Q Parker, I don’t know why he was Scottish not French... but never the less worth us going through, even if it was to just think fondly of him.....

    Onto Soissons we didn’t get see anything here as we arrived too late... I did spot a huge Abbey/Cathedral ruin as we drove through, if time permits tomorrow maybe I can have a quick look... however our hotel is quite a distance away from the centre. The hotel Is a loud bright colour and very, very basic, but at $50 a night what do you expect. The reception ladies neither of them could speak English but we managed, they got their money we got our room... deal done no English needed...

    We had a bit of a look around the shops near us, a Reject type shop, so managed to get our power converter, inhale blown up our main one early in the peace with my hairdryer, John has fixed it but it can’t be used in big power stuff... so hence the cheaper, let’s hope it dies what we need it to do.... then onto Aldi where we decided to get some meat and olives to go with cheese I have and have a simple dinner... So thats what we did.... the Hotel is filled with French workers mainly male and all outside smoking with their beers in hand fir a big night... Good thing the rooms are Fairly sound proof... all in all the room even though very cheap is quite comfortable. downside nothing to use on the floor in the shower, which is just next to the toilet no shower curtain or screen, so water goes everywhere, no divot on the floor to stop the water from going all over it and without a bath mate it made it very hard to get dry... the actual shower head was plonked fair in the middle of the ceiling, shower head straight on the roof...some how we got it all to work out and were able to dry off... but a challenge indeed.... so time for bed and all in all it wasn’t as bad as we first thought....
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  • Day 44 Whipped, Washed and Shined!

    2. maj 2018, England ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C

    Today’s outing started out with sun slightly shining, horrendous wind whipping us about as we set off to see the White Cliffs of Dover up the road from where we stayed... We had planned to walk to the Lighthouse but the wind was beating us around so much it was very difficult to walk and sometimes it honestly felt like I was going to be lifted off the ground... so no going to close to the cliffs for am sure the wind would have pushed us off.... no kidding it was unreal... when we did get back to the car, I honestly felt like someone had beaten me up...

    The views along the coast we so interesting it’s a shame it was so windy we could have enjoyed them much more.... the further we headed in the coastal path the further away the Light House got! If we had taken the upper path we would have made it quickly but we wanted to see the cliffs hence why the bottom path....

    The wind was literally laying the grass flat, you can see why the trees have a permanent growth with an inland slant.... watching all the ferries coming and going from France to Dover Harbour was interesting, so many and so quick a turn around time... they are all pretty big, but the line up,of big trucks yesterday indicated just how much is taken back and forth from one country to the next here.... so interesting.... mind you I would hate to be on the water today it’s so rough....

    After getting as far as the accomodation and control centre for the gun enplacements underground bunker we decided the wind had whipped us enough and the Light House could wait until later... But looking at the sky I did say to John I felt later it would be raining... my feelings were right....

    So off we set towards Dover Castle, but first turn we missed the car park turn and ended up in Dover itself... Many of the buildings have a real French feel.... many look very, very old, narrow streets and none are straight...that does seem to be everywhere.... in fact when we stayed with our friends in Scotland they were fascinated by our Satellite pics of Bill how everything is square and neat... funny that’s just how most towns and cities in Australia, but it would seem not so in the UK at all.....

    The other bit of trivia was when we got lost yesterday we met a lady walking her dog, she had never heard of where we were looking for, but suggested we phone them [which we would have] but she did inform us that when you do use the phone here it thinks it’s in France! Funny we thought....

    Anyway back to Dover after our little drive around the Village of Dover we headed back up the hill to the castle what a climb back up the winding road.... but as we started to head up the rain drops started... Not too bad just a sprinkle!

    The cost for this one is very big the most we have paid anywhere, but it does include the underground hospital and war tunnels... so after Johns own heart anything to do with WW11 off we set and the wind hit us straight up, if it could it was getting much more furious and our whipping hadn’t stopped... first up a cuppa as it was so cold just to warm up firstly... Then off to the War tunnel tour... it was to take us quite deep underground I thought it would be warm under there but nope it wasn’t at all....

    Dover Castle is a medieval castle in Dover, Kent, England. It was founded in the 11th century and has been described as the "Key to England" due to its defensive significance throughout history. It is the largest castle in England. This site may have been fortified with earthworks in the Iron Age or earlier, before the Romans invaded in AD43. This is suggested on the basis of the unusual pattern of the earthworks which does not seem to be a perfect fit for the medieval castle. Excavations have provided evidence of Iron Age occupation within the locality of the castle, but it is not certain whether this is associated with the hillfort. There have been excavations on the mound on which the church and Roman Pharos are situated. It has been discovered that it was from the Bronze Age. With Dover becoming a garrison town, there was a need for barracks and storerooms for the additional troops and their equipment. The solution adopted by Twiss and the Royal Engineers was to create a complex of barracks tunnels about 15 metres below the cliff top and the first troops were accommodated in 1803. At the height of the Napoleonic Wars, the tunnels housed more than 2,000 men and to date are the only underground barracks ever built in Britain. The windmill on the Mill Tower was demolished during the Anglo-American War of the orders of the Ordnance Board. It was said that the sale of materials from the demolished mill did not cover the cost of the demolition. At the end of the Napoleonic Wars, the tunnels were partly converted and used by the Coast Blockade Service to combat smuggling. This was a short-term endeavour though, and in 1827 the headquarters were moved closer to shore. The tunnels then remained abandoned for more than a century. Secret wartime tunnels The Second World War Coastal Artillery Operations Room in the Secret Wartime Tunnels....The outbreak of the Second World War in 1939 saw the tunnels converted first into an air-raid shelter and then later into a military command centre and underground hospital. In May 1940, Admiral Sir Bertram Ramsey directed the evacuation of French and British soldiers from Dunkirk, code-named Operation Dynamo, from his headquarters in the cliff tunnels. A military telephone exchange was installed in 1941 and served the underground headquarters. The switchboards were constantly in use and had to have a new tunnel created alongside it to house the batteries and chargers necessary to keep them functioning. The navy used the exchange to enable direct communication with vessels, as well as using it to direct air-sea rescue craft to pick up pilots shot down in the Straits of Dover. Later the tunnels were to be used as a shelter for the Regional Seats of Government in the event of a nuclear attack. This plan was abandoned for various reasons, including the realisation that the chalk of the cliffs would not provide significant protection from radiation, and because of the inconvenient form of the tunnels and their generally poor condition. Tunnel levels are denoted as A - Annexe, B - Bastion, C - Casemate, D - DUMPY and E - Esplanade. Annexe and Casemate levels are open to the public, Bastion is 'lost' but investigations continue to gain access, DUMPY (converted from Second World War use to serve as a Regional Seat of Government in event of an atomic war) is closed, as is Esplanade (last used as an air raid shelter in the Second World War). The Annexe level was excavated in 1941 to serve as a medical dressing station for wounded soldiers. It contained two operating theatres and had basic accommodation for patients. Soldiers would be sent for emergency treatment in the tunnels and then transferred to inland hospitals. Within the Annexe level were dormitories, kitchens and mess rooms. If they were being attacked they would have to move quickly as the enemies were just nine minutes away from Dover by plane. There are over three miles of these Tunnels going deep down into the chalky cliffs, some still undiscovered. There are tunnels that are far too dangerous to walk down. The site also contained one of Dover's two 80-foot (24 m) Roman lighthouses (or Pharoses), one of which still survives, whilst the remains of the other are located on the opposing Western Heights, across the town of Dover. On the site is a classic montrol (campsite) where the Normans landed after their victorious conquest.

    The whole hour for the Army Headquarters tunnel was fascinating, as was the Hospital one once we got to do it... there was a break between the tours and yep the rains had well and truly started along with the winds being whipped and washed wasn’t our idea of fun, so we hide in the coffee shop again until the 2nd tour commenced...

    Then off in the wind and rain to the Castle.. but before that the military museum in one of the side buildings.....
    Once we had done this off to the castle..we soon discovered where everyone else were also hiding in the Castle... but mind you it was very cold and windy even I here with all the steps becoming funnels for the wind to find every room... only one room had a fire going and I spotted an elderly lady asleep on a sit next to it... I didn’t blame her I would too if I could... plus the other bonus if you could call it that were 2 lots about 50 French high school students touring throughout the castle as well.... so with us trying our best to stay a room in front of them became a real challenge......

    Off to the roof top to see the sights but the wind chased us away quickly just too cold up there... while wandering from floor to floor we found the throne room, and suddenly King John was announced... Only part missing was the crown... but he did get to sit on the Royal Throne without all the teenagers in the room...

    There are like all the castles we have been in, nooks and crannies here there and everywhere... about 5 levels with big rooms and not so big rooms with the most massive thick walls between them... We did ask how we could do the medieval tunnel tour but sadly due to the rain on Monday and today they were closed with water in them... that was sad as we wanted to go into them as well especially since we had done the other underground tours..... so as we were unable to do the tour we came out of the Castle into thick thick fog... it looked unreal and surreal for the middle afternoon as it was by now... but not to be beaten we went to the Roman Lighthouse and St Mary-in-Castro church... The present day church was built in 1858 after it fell into disrepair it but from 1555 to 1557 the church was walled up as it was felt unsafe due to lack of repairs, though nineteen years later recommendations were made to repair the chancel in stone, glaze (or reglaze) the windows and provide seats for men to hear divine service. It took another six years, but in 1582 fourteen small chairs were at last bought. Public worship then lasted to 1690, though burials of troops from the garrison in the surrounding churchyard continued for some time after that. There are records of a church being built 'within the castle' (Latin 'in castra') by Eadbald of Kent in the 630s. However, it is unclear whether this means within the Saxon burgh (usually dated to later than 630) on the Eastern Heights, or within the ruins of old Roman fortifications in the valley. The large, late-Saxon cemetery around the present church does suggest the existence of a c.600 church, but not definitively. The earliest records are of the Romans who built forts here in c. AD130 and c. AD270, and the town has fortifications from many eras since. The Romans also built two pharoses, possibly c. AD130, on the Eastern and Western Heights above the gap in the cliffs. St Mary in Castro is on the Eastern Heights, as is the Roman Pharoses or Lighthouse as it’s known... The remaining ruin was turned into a storehouse and cooperage in 1780, but a further collapse in 1801 led to its becoming a coal store by 1808, and thus it remained until 1860. That year began the first of two Victorian restorations. The first lasted until 1862 and was carried out by George Gilbert Scott, and the second restoration for only a year in 1888, by William Butterfield. Butterfield's restoration completed the tower and added mosaic work in the nave and a vestry, but was generally held to be less sympathetic than the first by Scott.

    Our time had come to an end, we were cold and miserable but had to get some groceries even though tomorrow we were heading to France via the Chunnel..... So off to Tesco for fuel and food, we had started to know all the cheap fuel stops... ASDA, Tesco, Morrison’s and Sainbury’s, they are also the supermarkets as well.... being in The UK this long we were starting to get our head around the way things are done.. Like no plastic bags..l but you can buy recycled heavy duty plastic bags that you takes it’s you each time or if you ask for a bag you get charged for it... so we always have a bag on hand in case... our plan was to look around more but with the weather now starting to clear, but it is still very cold and windy..
    So just before heading home we drove to St Margaret’s Bay to see the sights there, so glad we did it was an interesting bay! You could see where the huge waves had been crashing over the barriers onto the promenade... there was heaps of small to medium sized stones scattered all over the path. John happened to find a number of holes in the Chalk cliff walls, many have been bricked up now sadly so you couldn’t see how far they really must have gone into the inner parts of the cliff walls... while there we actually witnessed a guy get into the water with his surf board and go out to sea... it was still pretty rough, windy and cold but that didn’t deter him at all... crazy man I am sure his blood must iced up already so he didn’t feel how cold it was even with a wet suit on you wouldn’t get me into that water...

    The mystery of the area was the lovely home at the end of the bay that looked unreal, but in all honesty it would get pounded by the sea every time there are huge waves... how it survives has got us best..
    Then to top it off there right on the main green lawn was a tent all set up... it didn’t say you could camp there, but I could only imagine the little tent being pounded by the horrendous wind earlier today, brave soul that set that ten up or stupid... w can work out which as we couldn’t see anyone about...
    Maybe they had died and we didn’t even check out the tent....
    Ohh well a surprise for someone.....the houses on the cliffs above the bay were truly lovely, very old in style and very grand, guessing it would cost a pretty penny to live up there....

    Well all good things come to an end and Praise God the Sun is trying to come out... you can see it on the. Ferries coming across the channel, but above us is still the fog cloud slowly lifting... unreal to actually see it going, by the time we go back to our room, there was the sun out in all its glory, but it was still very cold...

    Well that’s the end of our UK trip for now, we have to come back to the UK at some stage it was between the Crete adventure and when we fly out, so we will return maybe for not as long as planned, we are rethinking how we do the rest of this trip with the 2 weeks in Bavaria in 2 days time, we will look at our plan and see what will work... and what won’t.

    On a sad note we didn’t get back to the Lighthouse the weather was just too unstable when we had planned on going, and by the time the sun came out it was too late..

    We did get to eat again at the hotel restaurant 2 nights in a row how lucky am I, both nights the food was really lovely.. for an out of way spot they sure can do it very well with the food on offer...

    Psss, has can thank Wikipedia for most of my background info on each place visited I do listen but to put it all in from memory totally I would be an unreal mind... hence Wiki’s help...
    I use them because it is mainly people input and I pay a little subscription to make sure they can do what they are doing giving great info so we can know stuff...
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  • Day 43 We squeezed into a matchbox!

    1. maj 2018, England ⋅ ☀️ 7 °C

    St Margaret’s on the Cliffe Hotel Room 3

    So up and packed a call to Mum and dad as mum was going to hospital or so I thought, turns out she had gone in last night....So a chat to dad, Kate and James as he was there, then a call to Jess for her birthday! But no luck she was busy, so a message left, all our gear packed ready to go, as we were to be picked up to get our lease car.. So after Room breaky again, down we go to meet the guy...

    He zoomed in quick hello, we plied unto the car and off we speed in our Left hand drivers side, Renault Clio black and dirty +++++, he said sorry it got dirty in 2 days sitting there... hmmmmm! We raced into his office John signed the paperwork, the guy said have a good trip and that was that... ohh then a John had to ask him about the Nav, that was brief as well... plus we are by Law for Europe to have a safety kit with the car, a high vis jacket, 2 red triangles, a breathalyser machine and spare bulbs for the car, you can be booked if you have a car failure or the police pull you up and you don’t have these items in your car or on display if you do break down..All the guy had was a high vis jacket and he wouldn’t have given us that either except John asked....

    So in we got, John had to have a quick crash course on the Nav to get us back to our hotel.... we made it back in one piece surprisingly. I kept telling myself stay calm, stay calm.... Once we got back to the hotel we realised it had only 12 K’s on the Speedo, very new right off the floor and all ours for 5 months...

    Now we are back the packing of the car/matchbox commenced.... we did manage to squeeze it all in just.... having had the other car we were very spoilt, indeed... This one is slow low to the ground, and everything feels so close, but the more we play with it the more we see it has some good features.... just can’t squeeze anymore Space out of her than she has.....off to fill it and take her through the car wash as it was totally filthy.....

    Now all clean off we set, taking the first turn wrong at the round about, but thank goodness for Navs she got us back in track in fact the wrong turn was probably better...not as busy and as many turns to get to the M4....

    This Hwy is full on with trucks, both right hand and left hand drive... all seemed to be heading to Dover to go across the channel... interesting and Scary feeling like you might be squashed between them all....

    A bite to eat at a road service centre p, a chat with Sel about our pool pump issues, then into the last leg...

    Getting close to Dover the speed limit went down to 40mph and the sheer amount of trucks was unreal.... 100’s all bumper to bumper lined up to go to the ships lined up in the Dover Harbour... plus seeing the white cliffs of Dover again, was amazing it’s 18 yrs since we were here heading to Calis in the Ferry with our European bus trip in 2000.....

    Then we got totally lost trying to find our hotel, an hour later after turning up at another one I knew wouldn’t be ours it looked too posh... she at least directed us to the Holiday park we had been last a couple of times thinking there’s no way it would be in there... but it was... a very old Hotel in the middle of a mobile home park, just heaps of them and many for sale.... John found out that it was like a time share place where you buy the mobile home and rent them out... Looks like a lot of them have only been placed here not long ago, some very new some not so new.... it’s like a holiday park set up with an indoor pool, gym, games arcade, the pub in the middle... Boards around telling people the weeks activities...
    Not only are there mobile homes but heaps of older brick units that look like people live permanently in them....Interesting spot, certainly isn’t what we thought we were coming to.... we had asked a lady walking her dog earlier when we arrived if she had heard of this hotel, but nope she hadn’t...
    No wonder when it’s about 2-3 mike from the town and in the middle of holiday heaven for brits....
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  • Day 42 The long Cold....

    30. april 2018, England ⋅ 🌧 6 °C

    We looked out the window on getting up this AM and it was drizzling and looked very windy with the trees moving a fair bit... inside a hotel room you are in a cocoon to an extent...

    Today is a bit sad our very smart big car has to be returned, tomorrow our little nit so smart lease car arrives... So after Room breaky that’s our own breaky, we set off in the cold, windy, rainy weather.... it was to stay like this all day and get colder...
    At one point I really thought it might snow it was just so cold....

    So carefully we drive back didn’t want anything to happen while we were on our way to return it... arrived at the Hertz drop off point in one piece a sigh of relief and after a very good inspection by the attendant, we could go... nothing wrong with it. Thank goodness... that’s the down side of hire cars, making sure you keep them in one piece or they slug you with extra costs....

    So what do we do in this awful weather....First up a cuppa, to see what we can do...
    once we sat John realised we needed a map book of Europe for planning ahead..
    I looked online and WH Smith... shops had them, so off we set to get one... well that was easier said than done... most of the WH Smith shops in the city were small ones and it would appear only the big stores have them... and yep only one big store in the city and once we found it nope sorry dint stock them here... but you could try here, or here... which when we looked were a long way, away....By now we thought a warm dry place for lunch would suit, but their menus were always the same and being the city on the expensive side...

    So somehow we just ended up walking towards Westminster Abbey again, then across the bridge to the South Bank area along the Thames,.,, shame the day is so dreary... it could look so good with the sun on it all...
    so wet cold and miserable we still decided to look around and not let the weather beat us... Along the boardwalk heading towards Tower Bridge.....seeing both old and new sights, buildings and interesting objects... We both ended up buying from different food venders along the river walk..
    mine was Asian, Johns a hot dog..part Ayla along I remembered being taken by Quinton Parkers Cousin Ian a Parker to the Borough Markets so off we set to find them... they didn’t disappoint at all but they were all food to eat this time..l last Time it was mainly veggies and fruit... People everywhere and amazing smells of the different foods being cooked and on display....meats, cheeses, cakes, oysters, seafood, salmon, venison, paella, stews burgers, fresh breads, cheesecakes and coffees etc, etc....
    We didn’t buy anything to eat as we had eaten, but couldn’t resist a salami stick which tasted amazing, but sadly upset me no end... once we had finished here we headed for London Bridge which is one of the more plain bridges seeing a Tower Bridge up the river further... But it felt like it was getting colder and colder my hands and feet were numb so it was time to find a train back to a Terminal 3 at Heathrow airport where we could catch a private taxi we had been given the number of by the hotel.... just as cheap as the bus and quicker.... I am not sure we will ever get back to central London, and to be honest there were plenty we could have done, but cost and effort put it to one side. The weather made our final decision today... I think to be honest, I need a girl with me who wants to see these things, Johns happy to just look not go to costly places... I was to, but would be good to have another girl who is wanting to see some of the other sights... Museums, Churches etc... even a play.

    So back to the hotel to warm up, have dinner in the hotel tonight as the kettle is too small to put a can of soup in to it...
    Our stay in and around the UK is nearly over only 2 more nights and we hit Europe.... we have enjoyed the amazing sights and sites, the history and the scenery... but the weather could have been a little kinder, but it is the UK...
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  • Day 41 Heading back to where we started!

    29. april 2018, England ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    Sunday 29/04/2018 Mercure Heathrow Room 148

    A pretty routine day of driving back to London seeing the sights as we drive through the smaller villages, the bigger towns from one Hwy to the big Hwy No1...
    Seeing huge power stations with up to 10 cooling towers... so many I had to make sure my count was right.... Stoping at Sherwood Forest Visitors Centre to see Robin and the boys... To be honest it was pretty run down and old, looks like it’s from the 80’s and in need of either knocking down or being made new.... The staff we a happy bunch trying to make you feel very welcome... it would seem it’s mainly used now for walking trails, which nearly every 2nd person in Britain/UK seems to be doing. The sports shops are making a killing selling walking and sports gear... We headed through the story of Robin truth or fiction the story has been embellished over the years until no one is sure what is truth or what is fiction....

    Had our cuppa here then off up the Hwy... I slept most of today as I have had a headache for 3 days now and it’s making me quite unwell.... So sleep might make it go I hoped... must have worked by the time we hit London it was easing considerably.... I had popped that many pills I wasn’t sure what would work, but sleep has helped...

    We stopped at a Road Centre for lunch... honestly these places making an absolute killing, 1,000’s go through them every day... I actually had a great meal here, a really lovely tomato soup... what an unexpected bonus.

    So off we speed south on the main road, no good sights to see on this but it got us here quicker... as we had to get the car all sorted... Tomorrow our lovely car has to be taken back... it has been a great car with so many gadgets John was still working them out today... Off to the car wash after giving it a big clean out... we will need to take it back early in the AM, then somehow get back to the hotel ... looking into this it would seem it’s going to be via a number of different modes...

    After the car wash, then went to look for a cooked chicken to have for dinner... trying to get a cooked chook like we do at home is near impossible... and it was impossible... we have only seen one supermarket with them and that was a bit back.... so no cooked chicken for dinner, just bits and bobs I had on hand... This part of the adventure is drawing to a close... our next part is about to begin in a few days...
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  • Day 40 Abbey's, Minster's and Wall's!

    28. april 2018, England ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    Saturday 28/04/2018 Toll Bridge Studio 12 Barlby Road Selby

    Slow start as we finished our washing hung it where ever we could.....
    Had a chat to Selma on messenger... then set off on foot for a look around Selby..Got to their Abbey was about to go in when a stream of what we worked out was Scots with flags came out of the front door of the huge Abbey! There must have been at least 30 of them..... all practicing for something we aren’t sure what it was to be....

    Selby Abbey, is one of the relatively few surviving abbey churches of the medieval period, and, although not a cathedral, is one of the biggest. It was founded by Benedict of Auxerre in 1069 and subsequently built by the de Lacy family. On 31 May 1256, the Abbey was bestowed with the grant of a Mitre by Pope Alexander IV and from this date was a "Mitred Abbey". This privilege fell in abeyance a number of times, but on 11 April 1308, Archbishop William Greenfield confirmed the grant, and Selby remained a "Mitred Abbey" until the Dissolution of the Monasteries. Archbishop Walter Giffard visited the monastery in 1275 by commission, and several monks and the Abbot were charged with a list of faults including loose living, (many complaints referred to misconduct with married women). In 1279 Archbishop William de Wickwane made a visitation, and found fault with the Abbot as he did not observe the rule of St Benedict, was not singing mass, preaching or teaching, and seldom attending chapter. Things had not improved much in 1306 when Archbishop William Greenfield visited and similar visitations in later years resulted in similar findings.....The community rebuilt the choir in the early fourteenth century, but in 1340, a fire destroyed the Chapter House, Dormitory, Treasury and part of the church. The damage was repaired and the decorated windows in the south aisle of the Nave were installed. In 1380-1 there was the abbot and twenty-five monks. In 1393 Pope Boniface IX granted an indulgence to pilgrims who contributed to the conservation of the chapel of the Holy Cross in the Abbey. The fifteenth century saw more alterations to the Abbey. The perpendicular windows in the North Transept and at the west end of the nave were added and the Sedilia in the Sanctuary was added. One of the final additions was the Lathom Chapel, dedicated to St Catherine, east of the North Transept, in 1465. In the Valor Ecclesiasticus of 1535 the Abbey was valued at £719 2s. 6¼d (equivalent to £402,863 in 2016). The abbey surrendered on 6 December 1539. The community comprised the Abbot, and 23 monks The abbot was pensioned off on £100 a year (equivalent to £61,605 in 2016) the prior got £8 and the others between £6 6s. 8d. and £5 each. The Abbey caught on fire in 1906.....The organ builders from John Compton had been working until 11.00 pm on Friday 19 October, and shortly after midnight on Saturday the organist Frederick William Sykes spotted flames coming from the organ chamber. The organ builders had been installing a new kinetic gas engine to provide power to the new organ. Initial reports that the new organ equipment was to blame for the fire were later proved inaccurate. The fire destroyed the roof of the choir and the belfry and peal of eight bells was also destroyed. All of the interior fittings were also destroyed but thanks to the actions of the local fire brigade, the fourteenth-century stained glass in the East window was saved. A secondary fire broke out in the nave roof on the Sunday, but this was quickly extinguished. The abbey was rebuilt under the supervision of John Oldrid Scott at a cost of around £50,000 (equivalent to £4,783,000 in 2016) and reopened in 1909. The restoration of the south transept was completed in 1912, funded by William Liversedge. So as you can see this still working and functioning Abbey has had quite a history and a journey to where it still is today..l

    We headed down the street investigating all knocks and crannies of the town...eventually having a cuppa at Little Miss Mays tea shop... then back to take some pics at the Abbey and you wouldn’t guess it but now there is Bridegroom and his off Sider’s waiting to go in.......Darn I thought, but John found a way in the side door, the inside was absolutely massive, and the actual wedding was being held in the front section.... there was still over 3/4 of the church/Abbey vacant... anyway took all my pics tried to wait for the bride to come but she was too long, so off we went home... had lunch then drove to York...

    John decided we would park where we did yesterday when I had to go to the dentist.... once parked and the steep price paid,.... (at least we knew how much this time)... we set off on foot to discover York better than our last visit...

    Our first task was the City Wall... and wow what a Wall it is... so interesting walking around peering into peoples yards and seeing some amazing gardens... this must be the better end of York from the look at these gardens....York has, since Roman times, been defended by walls of one form or another. To this day, substantial portions of the walls remain, and York has more miles of intact wall than any other city in England. They are known variously as York City Walls, the Bar Walls and the Roman walls (though this last is a misnomer as very little of the extant stonework is of Roman origin, and the course of the wall has been substantially altered since Roman times).

    Once we had done section of the wall down we climbed to look around the other areas.... back to have a good look at the Shambles.......'The Shambles' is sometimes used as a general term for the maze of twisting, narrow lanes which make York so charming. At its heart is the lane actually called the Shambles, arguably the best preserved medieval street in the world. It was mentioned in the Doomsday Book of William the Conqueror in 1086. The Shambles (officially known as just Shambles is an old street in York, England, with overhanging timber-framed buildings, some dating back as far as the fourteenth century. It was once known as The Great Flesh Shambles, probably from the Anglo-Saxon Fleshammels (literally 'flesh-shelves'), the word for the shelves that butchers used to display their meat. As recently as 1872 twenty-five butchers' shops were located along the street, but now none remain...Among the buildings of the Shambles is a shrine to Saint Margaret Clitherow, who was married to a butcher who owned and lived in a shop there at No. 10 Shambles. Her home is now a cufflinks shop, Cuffs & Co, and features the priest hole fireplace that ultimately led to her death. Although the butchers have now vanished, a number of the shops on the street still have meat-hooks hanging outside and, below them, shelves on which meat would have been displayed. The shops currently include a mixture of eateries and souvenir sellers, but there is also a bookshop and a bakery. Five snickelways lead off the Shambles. There are streets named "The Shambles" in other UK towns (e.g., Bradford on Avon, Chesterfield, Guildford in Surrey, Swansea, Chippenham, Manchester, Sevenoaks, Whitby, Worcester, Armagh), and in Ireland (there is a Fishamble Street in Dublin).

    There were markets not big but able to see there wares... and buskers my goodness heals of them around, some good, some no so good.... still worth a look... we bought some donuts and a cuppa and Kelly wandering... The donuts were just awful only the baby sized ones but filled with oil, not light but quite heavy in flavour... from here we wandered along the river... some of these very old buildings are unreal, so out if plum... crooked and uneven... one deck people were sitting on honestly it looked Iike it was about to fall into the river at any minute... we could see the city tour boats going up and down the river and a big fancy cruiser that looked totally out of place here but was about to head out from its moorings....

    People were everywhere , very different then yesterday... hardly a soul about but it was raining and it wasn’t the weekend... when we were in the wall we spotted a group of people all on bikes, wondering why they were dressed up... but it was a wedding... The Bride was in the front bike, like a rickshaw type thing and the groom was peddling here and I am guessing their child... then the rest of the wedding party which was not a lot peddling behind on their refinery ...... it did look different, that’s for sure.. I kept thinking this is the type of thing Tim would do... out of the box stuff...

    Anyway we walked around a bit longer checking out the sights, the off we set to finish at the York Minster
    The York Minster!
    York's cathedral church is one of the finest medieval buildings in Europe. The Minster is also known as St Peter's, its full name being the 'Cathedral and Metropolitical Church of St Peter in York'. In the past the church sat within its own walled precinct, known as the Liberty of St Peter. The site of the magnificent medieval building has always been an important one for the city. The remains of the Basilica, the ceremonial centre of the Roman fortress, have been found beneath the Minster building. The first Christian church on the site has been dated to 627 and the first Archbishop of York was recognised by the Pope in 732. A stone Saxon church survived Viking invasion in 866 but was ransacked by William the Conqueror's forces in 1069. William appointed his own Archbishop, Thomas, who by the end of the century had built a great Norman cathedral on the site. The present Gothic-style church was designed to be the greatest cathedral in the kingdom. It was built over 250 years, between 1220 and 1472. As the natural centre of the Church in the North, the Minster has often played an important role in great national affairs - not least during the turbulent years of the Reformation and the Civil War.

    Our plan was to go in and see it fro inside, but when we saw the price to go in I decided no.... I have a thing about church’s and this is a church that’s practicing today, having to pay to see it... I know that’s odd but it is how I feel... I usually will pay to go to ruins....but to a Church that has a information sheet out front saying it’s open to any denomination but then wants to charge... I feel is not right... so we walked around it, soaking up the sights and there were plenty from it’s grounds and surrounds... one section we did find fascinating was where they were doing restoration, each stone was numbered. We realised that every stone in this massive and it is massive must be numbered for when any restoration has to occur... Fascinating......

    Our day has come to an end I was really quite crook, I have had a terrible headache since yesterday... I reckon the guy we had lunch at his pizza and pasta shop is making g rocket fuel wine... it tasted like it and I have had a terrible headache since... taking heaps of drugs to put it at bay... but by the time we had finished the Minister I wanted to vomit... so back to the car sadly as our time had run out and I was really unwell... We had a pizza to cook tonight in the oven in the Studio Unit... yeah I can cook.... I took heaps of meds to get the headache under control, prepared dinner... then trying to sort pics the headache rared it’s ugly heard agin so sleep was all i could do... another good day of great sights and no rain, just a server cold wind that cut to the bone... but we survived... Bed was good...
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  • Day 39 Teeth and Wax...

    27. april 2018, England ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Friday 27/04/2018 Toll Bridge Studio 12 Barlby Road Selby

    Well we got our washing started last night and the rest dine today... yeah and it didn’t cost an arm and a leg at a Laundromat this time... only downside we have to hang them all over our little very unspacious unit! But sometimes you have to do what you have to do....

    So the plan for today is go slow... well that was the plan. I have a loss filling at present and very concerned it’s going to give way in Europe so as we are in a place I can, I thought access the dentist best do it before we get to a non English speaking country!

    So after phoning about 5 different lots and discovering nearly all bar 1 only doses NHS patients from that I gather it’s a bit like our system for the bit so well off but nearly everyone is eligible except people like me... So I finally found a dentist and yep they do see private patients and yep they do charge like stud bulls.... plus I had to pay upfront before I even saw the dentist for the consultation and yes it will be extra for anything that needs to be done... I had 1 1/2 hrs to get to York... that was fine we thought. Hadn’t counted on a traffic jam at our door, our driveway is right on the main road and it’s very busy. So much so that for over 2 miles cars where lined up to get through thank goodness we got through going the other way... then when we hit York, finding a park was a major exercise in itself....finally we asked the Nav to find us some which she for once complied... then off we drove to find it... A little bit of an effort and finally we hit a jackpot... but yep they sting you £5 for 2 hrs, that was the minimum and thinking that gave us heaps of time that’s what we paid... Off to Johns fav coffee house Maccas... not mine I can tell you, and only a little wait and off to the dentist. And yep I did it again, i seem to have this habit of finding great dentist, well maybe not so great a dentist, but great set ups in very posh buildings and surroundings... I don’t set out to do it they just seem to have a way of finding me... Anyway no choice here, this was the only one who would see me... After a look and confirmation yes your temp outside filling where my tooth had broke is breaking but that’s because the main filling has come loose.... ohh no more expense I could see the $ signs flying by.... before the X-ray they asked 3 times about how much I had to pay, the same was when I booked. And when they decided on the plan of action they went over my costs a few times as well... it must be a thing over here that they have to do that... After the discussion I had to decide on snigger temp filling or permanent one, big difference in costs I opted for the temp as I know I need extensive work to get crowns on at least 4 teeth I have broken the outside off in the last 18 months... I think as my body isn’t getting the nutrients it needs it is telling on my teeth.....very upsetting but nothing I can do, just have to grin and pay up...
    All finished she only did a small filling as she said if it was bigger it would put too much pressure on the bite and cause the same issue, this until I can get something more permanent done.

    So off to met a John tell him the outcome and go to lunch before we head back...

    Today is just an awful miserable day weather wise, raining and very cold... So we found a cosy Pizza shop very nice, great pizza and very warm... A dash back to the car which John had, had to go back to add more penny’s so we wouldn’t get booked... there onto it here rain, hail or shine they are out and about taking ours of over time or illegally parked cars. As we went to the dentist and as I am going to the car I am doing my best to get pics... it is such an interesting city... and yep we have been here I had forgotten this time thinking this was Oxford sights we were coming to, not the Shambles etc here in York... I am the one with a forgetful memory this time not John...

    My other plan for today was waxing as it had been nearly 9 weeks and I felt like a hairy spider... fortunately I found someone early this AM who had an appt at 3pm... So it was a mad dash back to get me to her on time... I said to a John I would walk how hard could it be to find it... so with Brolly in hand off I set... John gave me instructions on how to find it as he had walked to the town centre this morning while I was catching up on the last 2 days if diary and pics... so off I set and within 2 blocks I was totally lost even with the Nav in my hand, telling me what to do... you know that women can’t read maps... well this women isn’t able to today... I asked a women how looked friendly, no sorry love I am new here... I asked a couple with a baby, sorry we have not been here long..l I asked a whole 5 blokes in a barber shop if they new where the street was I was looking for... no we haven’t heard of that Street... and low and behold when I did find the street it was the one they were on.... I tell you... then I saw a postie who said you should always ask the posture they know love.... but he didn’t tell me where to find the shop, only I was on the right street... in the mean time it was last 3pm I rang John in a mad panic and he had to calm me down and said he would come over to where I was and help me find it... also phoned the shop 5 times before an answer to let her know I was late due to being lost... well in the end I found the darn shop and you won’t believe it was right where I had asked the First Lady, only I was facing a different direction...wheeeew what a relief to find it... I must not be cooing well as I was in a real tiss by the time I got there... thank goodness the girl was understanding... It turns out she had been to Aust and worked over there in Perth as a beauty therapist and loved it... Now married she and her hubby are looking at moving over he is a paramedic in the army and wants to join Aussie forces.....

    Once done we bought some real food instead of tin soup to cook in the microwave... I had wanted to cook from Scratch. But it meant buying too much stuff we couldn’t keep... So as fresh as we could get some TV type dinners... they were not too bad... washed all my new 2nd hand coats, and the washing no drying slowly with this cold weather. Our room does have a heater that’s tucked behind the cupboard slightly warms the room... better than nine temps have been 3-9 max today tomorrow not much better... Good old England you can rely on Her for great weather... Not. but still be worth it to see what we have seen....
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  • Day 38 Yorkshire Dells and Dales

    26. april 2018, England ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Thursday 26/04/2018 Toll Bridge Studio 12 Barlby Road Selby!

    Today our plan is to come down the coast line instead of inland, as the coast line we hadn’t been along.... when w did the Bus trip 2 yrs ago we had a fair idea it went on a lot of the area we were thinking of going along....

    So packed breaky had, a phone call to Mum and Dad as Mum was heading to a hospital for a small pre Op before she has another bigger one next week.... It has to do with her heart....

    Anyway after a chat and seeing they both looked pretty good, we set off... But not to far up the road we were about to hit a huge traffic jam, so we zipped side ways into Sunderland...To be honest it wasn’t as good a trip as we had hoped.... the inland had more to offer but this was different... we had a stop at Seaham... this was where it had coal mines years ago and was mainly a coal producing area. Now we aren’t sure what keeps it going other than Tourist... a stop to look at the beach and you could see evidence of past digging although most of it was underground...We ducked in and out of smaller communities all the way to Hartlepool..
    So many Van parks in this area... but when you really looked at the set up of these parks they left a lot to be desired, especially the way many of the mobile cabins were placed on Besser bricks many of them looked like they would topple of them... scary if they did and people were in them...

    So in we went up to Hartlepool... this was a huge place, as so many of the towns/cities were in our trip up this side of the country.... we did try and pull up at a small village pub for lunch, but once we got to the door realised it was actually shut down.... so in we went good thing too as we found a fantastic a cafe set right in a cliff over looking the beach before Whitby..... The food was the usual, but the setting made up for it just seeing the long beach, the coastal cliffs and all,the people zooming by..

    We think every 2nd person has a dog in the UK and they all come into the restaurants with them, which drives us mad no end..lAt lunch we had a couple who I could have chocked quite cheerfully...Poor Dillon the dog... every minute his owner said, sit Dillon sit.... this went on and on and on and on, until I nearly got up threw poor Dillon over the cliff and the owner out on the highway to be run over.... sounds harsh will yep it is.... he truly drive us to despair ......the thing is Dillon had a brother with him as well, but bobby didn’t get up he must have learnt long ago what a nagging owner sounds like...Dillon still had to learn and so did everyone else in the restaurant..while there 3 chocolate labies were bought in and this set Dillon and his owner off as well, calming him down. dinner certainly had its entertainment just could have been different type of entertainment other than Dillon....

    Having had enough of Dillon we set off for Whitby and wow what a place... Whitby is a seaside town, port and civil parish in the Borough of Scarborough and English county of North Yorkshire. It is located within the historic boundaries of the North Riding of Yorkshire. Situated on the east coast of Yorkshire at the mouth of the River Esk, Whitby has an established maritime, mineral and tourist heritage. Its East Cliff is home to the ruins of Whitby Abbey, where Cædmon, the earliest recognised English poet, lived. The fishing port developed during the Middle Ages, supporting important herring and whaling fleets, and was (along with the nearby fishing village of Staithes) where Captain Cook learned seamanship. Tourism started in Whitby during the Georgian period you can see this by the beautiful Georgian style terrace houses. They truly are AMA ing to see all lined up from Street to Street, I felt these homes had so much more architectural design than many if the other towns we had seen this style in...
    Tourism seems to be its main stay these days a tourist Mecca has developed over the years...
    Back in the day tourism had developed further with the arrival of the railway in 1839. Its attraction as a tourist destination is enhanced by its proximity to the high ground of the North York Moors National Park, its Heritage Coastline and by its association with the horror novel Dracula. Jet and alum were mined locally. Whitby Jet, which was mined by the Romans and Victorians, became fashionable during the 19th century. The earliest record of a permanent settlement is in 656, when as Streanæshealh it was the place where Oswy, the Christian king of Northumbria, founded the first abbey, under the abbess Hilda. The Synod of Whitby was held there in 664. In 867, the monastery was destroyed by Viking raiders. Another monastery was founded in 1078. It was in this period that the town gained its current name, Whitby (from "white settlement" in Old Norse). In the following centuries Whitby functioned as a fishing settlement until, in the 18th century, it developed as a port and centre for shipbuilding and whaling, the trade in locally mined alum, and the manufacture of Whitby jet jewellery.
    Other significant features include the swing bridge, which crosses the River Esk and the harbour, which is sheltered by the grade II listed East and West piers. The town's maritime heritage is commemorated by statues of Captain Cook and William Scoresby, as well as the whalebone arch that sits at the top of the West Cliff. The town also has a strong literary tradition and has featured in literary works, television and cinema, most famously in Bram Stoker's novel Dracula.

    A massive Abbey, The Whitby Abbey, on the hill on the other side of this massive seaside town, stood out for all the world to see as you drove into this very, interesting town. The abbey ruin at the top of the East Cliff is the town's oldest and most prominent landmark. A monastery was founded at Streanæshealh in AD 657 by King Oswiu or Oswy of Northumbria, as an act of thanksgiving, after defeating Penda, the pagan king of Mercia. At its foundation, the abbey was an Anglo-Saxon 'double monastery' for men and women. Its first abbess, the royal princess Hild, was later venerated as a saint. The abbey became a centre of learning and here Cædmon the cowherd was "miraculously" transformed into an inspired poet whose poetry is an example of Anglo-Saxon literature. The abbey became the leading royal nunnery of the kingdom of Deira, and the burial-place of its royal family. The Synod of Whitby, in 664, established the Roman date of Easter in Northumbria at the expense of the Celtic one. The monastery was destroyed between 867 and 870 in a series of raids by Vikings from Denmark under their leaders Ingwar and Ubba. Its site remained desolate for more than 200 years until after the Norman Conquest of 1066. After the Conquest, the area was granted to William de Percy who, in 1078 donated land to found a Benedictine monastery dedicated to St Peter and St Hilda. William de Percy's gift included land for the monastery, the town and port of Whitby and St Mary's Church and dependent chapels at Fyling, Hawsker, Sneaton, Ugglebarnby, Dunsley, and Aislaby, five mills including Ruswarp, Hackness with two mills and two churches. In about 1128 Henry I granted the abbey burgage in Whitby and permission to hold a fair at the feast of St Hilda on 25 August. A second fair was held close to St Hilda's winter feast at Martinmas. Market rights were granted to the abbey and descended with the liberty. Whitby Abbey surrendered in December 1539 when Henry VIII dissolved the monasteries.

    We drove to them Abbey to have a better look but the wind nearly sent us back to the car and once there we realised you couldn’t see much of it due to it’s big stone fence, still not to be beaten we found a spot to get a better look... To go into this Abbey would have been over $20ea so just a look was all we could afford monetary or time wise.... I a, sure each one of these Abbeys are getting bigger and more elaborate than the last..
    Maybe they tried to out do a huge other back then I don’t know, but this one was huge and just stunning.... A look and we tried to get a better look at the harbour and the seaside township from above but again the big stone fence stopped that.... it is one of those towns you could spend days exploring and still not see everything great about it..lol
    Seaside
    So onwards we headed into Scarborough this city was again unreal to see, it is the largest seaside holiday resort town on this side of the north east coastline.......We so wanted to look here as well but time was not on our side this afternoon so we had to drive through to Selby... The canola fields were everywhere as we drove through the seaside countryside. Yep double side... their farming land goes right to the sea.... unreal... the fields of bright yellow looked so beautiful, just don’t stop the car or the smell hits you... Canola as we call it Rapeseed they call it here stinks to high heaven when you stop the car....

    So finally we made Selby and tonight and for the next 3 nights we have a little unit, complete with oven, washing machine, sink etc... however it really is small, but we have managed to squeeze all our stuff in.... might need a shipping container when we head home.. ha ha.... getting so many odds and ends to make ourselves, comfortable as we try to self cater with limited things... although one would wonder if it really is limited...

    Another can of soup, but I could use the microwave, yeahhh not the kettle brilliant.
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  • Day 37 We couldnt say farewell!

    25. april 2018, England ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Wednesday 25/04/2018 Anzac Day at Home.... Rivers Hotel Gateshead Room 1004

    Today I woke to scenes from Anzac Day thanks to those at home who put up the pics of FB..... thanks Leanne...
    Good to see so many still participating, with so many trying to put a stop to our way of life in Aust, it’s refreshing to know we still have people who have pride in what we stand for and what we stood for....

    Today we are also off to the lower parts of Scotland that we didn’t get to do before we came back over the border.... and it wasn’t until we got just before the border crossing it hit us that we had come this way on the bus 2 years ago and when we got to Jedburgh it all came back to me that we had dine Here and Melrose the other place in our planned trip today.... one good thought was that at least I remembered, not like John he can’t remember Melrose at all.... the old brain she aren’t what she used to be on either if us...

    The scenery was unbelievable as we drove through the midlands towards and into lower Scotland. It is very different than England you would wander how it can be but it is.... Just like home each part of Aust is different to the next... what we were fascinated with was the sheer number of sheep with baby lambs, most having twins or triplets.... tiny little cuties jumping around as we sped past.... most white, a sprinkling of black and lots with black faces and white bodies... The hills were just a mass of white dots....

    When we did hit the border there was the man from 2 years ago playing his bag pipes and selling his wares... He had a chat with us there used to be 2 of them but one has dies sadly he told us, he has been doing it for 29 yrs and lived in the area over 51 years... He said that this was the main route for the buses so it was worth his time, now the buses only come this way sometimes they use a different new route now... I don’t know how he does it with his high sox and kilt in the really cold winter. he told me that this year was the longest coldest winter that he has experienced since he started, it would seem that has even the case all over the UK....

    Getting to Jedburgh we had the ahhhhh moment, and I even remembered you had to pay for the loo here... while at the loo it dawned on me we had been to Melrose as well..l ohh dear how silly of us, but we are here now so we took the time to explore Jedburgh as we didn’t get to do that last time... only a Wee stop and a Pic stop last visit on the bus.....
    Jedburgh Abbey was founded by David I in around 1138 for Augustinian canons. Now a ruined Augustinian abbey, is situated in the town of Jedburgh, in the Scottish Borders 10 miles (16 km) north of the border with England at Carter Bar. Jedburgh is the largest town on the A68 between Newcastle upon Tyne and the Scottish capital, Edinburgh.... When the Protestant Reformation arrived in 1560, the monks were allowed to stay but the abbey was used as the parish kirk for the reformed religion. In 1671 the church was removed to the western part of the nave for safety reasons. This situation persisted until, in 1871, it was considered unsafe to continue worship at the abbey church and a new parish church was built. The Marquis of Lothian immediately started work on the restoration of the great church but in 1917 the church dedicated to St. Mary nearly 800 years earlier was handed over to the state and is now in the care of Historic Scotland as a scheduled monument.

    The township has that really old quaint feel to it... so much still feels kinda locked in a time warp... we had a laugh at the name of the Spread Eagle Hotel.... looks like it might be shut now the letters are falling off sadly...

    A look around, we buy a sausage roll and share it as we wander... so many if the buildings had a archways leading to apartments behind the openings, they called them a Close and each one had history behind of someone great who had been there, stayed there or lived there... made it interesting. Our time came to an end so off we set to see Dryburgh Abbey this one we hadn’t been to at all, so no need to try and recall it like this one and our next...
    This Abbey is way out of Town the town of St Boswell... and set in the most beautiful setting yet... I feel I love with this place it truly was so pretty and so peaceful...

    Dryburgh Abbey, near Dryburgh on the banks of the River Tweed in the Scottish Borders, was nominally founded on 10 November (Martinmas) 1150 in an agreement between Hugh de Morville, Constable of Scotland, and the Premonstratensian canons regular from Alnwick Abbey in Northumberland. The arrival of the canons along with their first abbot, Roger, took place on 13 December 1152. The David Steuart Erskine, 11th Earl of Buchan Earl of Buchan bought the land in 1786. Sir Walter Scott and Douglas Haig are buried in its grounds.

    I could have just sat here and veged except it started to rain... then the sun come out, then it rained again and finally as we were heading off wet the sun shone brightly and gloriously eliminating everything just glorious., as there was a big trench just covered up both sides and in the middle with daffodils.... they made the area just magical! So having seen as much as we could with the weather like it was, back to the car and off up the road..

    The plan was to head to Melrose, have lunch, The the find the Leaderfoot Viaduct..... I was just in the middle of saying to John about trying to find the Viaduct when around a corner we came and there she was in all her glory.... No signs up anywhere on our side of the river to indicate it was coming up.... So as we had wizzed past, John had to backup...

    Next to the Viaduct with this amazing old bridge..... The Drygrange Old Bridge is a disused road bridge over the River Tweed near Melrose in the Scottish Borders. It was built between 1776 and 1780 to a design by Scottish architect and engineer Alexander Stevens.] It replaced a ferry as part of an improvement to a turnpike road. It carried the A68 over the Tweed until 1974 when it was replaced by a box girder bridge to the east, engineered by Sir Alexander Gibb & Partners. The old bridge is not open to vehicles, but can be crossed by pedestrians and bicycles. The Old Bridge has a central span of 105 feet (32 m), with two side spans of 55 feet (17 m), and a smaller arch in the south abutment.The central arch has a rise of 34 feet (10 m). The rounded cutwaters are carried up to the level of the roadway and are topped with angular pedestrian refuges. Hollow spandrels reduce the weight of the structure, an innovation by Thomas Telford. The bridge has been modified by raising the level of the roadway on the approaches to make it more level, but the level of the original roadway can be seen in the string course on the exterior of the bridge. It is near to the Roman settlement of Trimontium, which is to the south-west of the viaduct. To the west of the bridge is the Leaderfoot Viaduct, a disused railway viaduct, and to the east of the Old Bridge is its modern successor. This group of three bridges is sometimes known as Tripontium.

    Well now you had your history lesson on the bridge this was about the Viaduct... The Leaderfoot Viaduct, also known as the Drygrange Viaduct, is a railway viaduct over the River Tweed near Melrose in the Scottish Borders. The viaduct was opened on 16 November 1863 to carry the Berwickshire Railway, which connected Reston with St Boswells, via Duns and Greenlaw. The engineers of the railway were Charles Jopp and Wylie & Peddie. The railway was severely damaged by flooding during August 1948, with 7 bridges on the line failing, and the line closed to passenger traffic on 13 August 1948. Freight trains continued to run across the viaduct as far as Greenlaw until 19 July 1965. In 1981, the poor condition of the viaduct meant that it was due to be demolished. Historic Scotland took over control of the viaduct from British Rail in 1996.

    This whole area was so interesting and only a little sign on the disused road on the other side of where we were, so unless you crossed the old bridge there is no way you would have known about their history....

    So having taken my pics, it was hard to get them here, the angle of the road made it hard and all the gates under them were locked... so the angle I took them wasn’t as good as I had wanted, but I still had plenty of pics...

    Off we set for Melrose and John still couldn’t work out that we had been here before... We even had lunch at the same shop, which I had hope we wouldn’t.... but it was the easiest to get food... he still couldn’t remember...
    We had a wander around took pics of the Abbey from the fence line... paying fir one Abbey a day is costly enough, so sadly all I could do was capture shots at a distance... it’s ok with the iPhone but to get up close I use my good camera just don’t get to post these pic...

    This Abbey like the others is a beautiful sight to behold, the window work out of sandstone is just so intricate and interesting, like fine lace work out of stone..... St Mary's Abbey, Melrose is a partly ruined monastery of the Cistercian order in Melrose, Roxburghshire, in the Scottish Borders. It was founded in 1136 by Cistercian monks at the request of King David I of Scotland, and was the chief house of that order in the country until the Reformation. It was headed by the Abbot or Commendator of Melrose. Today the abbey is maintained by Historic Environment Scotland as a scheduled monument. The east end of the abbey was completed in 1146. Other buildings in the complex were added over the next 50 years. The abbey was built in the Gothic manner, and in the form of a St. John's Cross. A considerable portion of the abbey is now in ruins. A structure dating from 1590 is maintained as a museum open to the public. Alexander II and other Scottish kings and nobles are buried at the abbey. A lead container believed to hold the embalmed heart of Robert the Bruce was found in 1921 below the Chapter House site; it was found again in a 1998 excavation. This was documented in records of his death. The rest of his body is buried in Dunfermline Abbey. The abbey is known for its many carved decorative details, including likenesses of saints, dragons, gargoyles and plants. On one of the abbey's stairways is an inscription by John Morow, a master mason, which says, Be halde to ye hende ("Keep in mind, the end, your salvation"). This has become the motto of the town of Melrose.

    So having finished my 3 Abbeys for the day it was time to set off, we planned to stay off the main highways and stick to the back roads....We also planned to see as much of Hardin’s Wall as possible, but by the time we set off we realised it was getting very, very late, so we headed up the road finding one site which was a bit of a walk to it... being in a small village... Gilsland ......We had to park at the back of someone’s house to access the track, I felt like we were invading their privacy, but as we were told, you aren’t trespassing in Scotland all sites have public access... Hardin’s Wall at Gilsland......The fort was occupied by Roman auxiliaries from approximately AD 112 to AD 400. In this western part of Hadrian's Wall, the wall itself was originally built from turf, later replaced with stone (Hogan, 2007). The stone fort was built some time after the wall, in the usual playing card shape, with gates to the east, west and south. Inside were built the usual stone buildings, a central headquarters building (principia), granaries (horrea), and barracks. Unusually for an auxiliary fort, it also included an exercise building (basilica exercitatoria), perhaps reflecting the difficulties of training soldiers in the exposed site in the north of England. Excavations between 1987 and 1992 showed an unbroken sequence of occupation on the site of the fort granaries, running from the late Roman period until possibly 500AD. The granaries were replaced by two successive large timber halls, reminiscent of others found in many parts of Britain dating to the 5th and 6th centuries. Tony Wilmott (director of the excavations) has suggested that, after the end of Roman rule in Britain, the fort served as the power-base for a local warband descended from the late Roman garrison and possibly deriving legitimacy from their ancestors for several generations.....

    So having seen this section we set off to find more, but once in the car realised it was just too late... so drive the rest of the back roads until we could join the main Hwy again...

    While on this back Hwy we came across Hastings Castle tucked beside a small stream near farming homes... it was out of the way and still really intact... but by now it was raining and as I had, had dog poo on my boots and had to get out if the car by a puddle of water to clean them with my trusty dustpan brush... [Thank goodness for it] the wind I came up really blowing then the rain was blustery and small hail started pound me,.... so with all this just happened we decided we couldn’t pull up, just some shots from the window of the car... such a shame as it looked so interesting....

    From here we just hit the peddle and off we speed to home, getting back after 7.30pm... I had to go to a shop to buy some extra undies, as I had run out of them. Some seem to have disappeared on the way... As we can’t wash until tomorrow our next Adobe has a washing machine... thank goodness...

    Soup in the kettle was the order for dinner then off to bed it’s been another huge day...
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  • Day 36 Romans and Angels!

    24. april 2018, England ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

    Tuesday Rivers Hotel Gateshead Room 1004

    Today we start of with breaky in our room, as no breaky in this Hotel as part of the deal...
    I really am getting slower and slower, with being organised to set off for the day. Between writing my blog and doing the outs, but I guess while I am doing the pics it’s one less job I have to spend a lot of time o when the trip is over... I can tell myself that anyway....

    So today we are seeing how the Romans lived here in England back in the AD 100’s ... fortunately it’s just not far from where we are staying so no big trip to get there....when we found it, the site is in a School yard, well it was a school yard, with some of the old buildings still in the area not being moved but used as display. The rest of the area has been excavated.... it funny because it’s fair smack bang in the middle of suburbia. The bonus of the day it’s free to get in and after we go in and spend as long as we did exploring it and all that’s been done to the site we really did wonder why it was free when nearly everything else like this we had to pay a good admission fee, but as they say don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.... it was so interesting and well worth our visit...
    Built in AD160, this important site would have stood guard at the mouth of the River Tyne controlling the main port of entry to the Roman Empire in Britain. Originally built to house a garrison, Arbeia soon became an important military supply base for the 17 forts along the length of the mighty Hadrian's Wall. South Shields Roman Fort, known to the Romans as Arbeia, was an important logistical depot that sustained the troops garrisoning Hadrian’s Wall and supported the military campaigns of Emperor Septimius Severus during his invasion of Scotland in the third century A.D. The site now boasts several reconstructed Roman buildings including a Gatehouse and Commanding Officer's House. South Shields is located near the mouth of the River Tyne at its confluence with the North Sea. The area had significance to the Romans for two reasons. Firstly, it formed a key part of Hadrian's Wall, the frontier system that ran along the Tyne-Solway isthmus. South Shields was located just four miles beyond the eastern terminus of the wall at Wallsend (Segedunum) and prevented anyone by-passing the linear barrier by simply crossing the River Tyne. Secondly, the fort's proximity to the North Sea meant it was an ideal location for large sea-going vessels to offload supplies for onward movement to the inshore garrisons via smaller river barges. For both these reasons, a fort was established at South Shields circa AD 129 and remained garrisoned even when Hadrian's Wall was (briefly) decommissioned in favour of the more northerly Antonine Wall.

    The thing is it has been over the years built over a number of times, it was only back in 1876 that a group of locals convinced the powers that be to start to excavate it that it started at all.... But they felt the history of the area was worth the effort..... in 1970 there was a bigger effort to discover the treasures below and it has been ongoing ever since with the locals always being part of the process.... and they are continually finding hidden treasures... they are guessing to really find it all it could take another 150 years... they have evidence there are another civilisation remains below the fort as well.... In Turkey on one of the places we visited they had found evidence of 6 different civilisations one below the other and we could see each one as they dug deeper.... so interesting to me maybe not to others....

    Our next stop was to head to the Angel of the North but after we got there John was looking at the map and realised the Angel was actually in the South so we just aren’t sure why she is the Angel of the North.....
    The Angel of the North is a contemporary sculpture, designed by Antony Gormley, located in Gateshead, Tyne and Wear, England. Completed in 1998, it is a steel sculpture of an angel, 20 metres (66 ft) tall, with wings measuring 54 metres (177 ft) across. The wings do not stand straight sideways, but are angled 3.5 degrees forward; Gormley did this to create "a sense of embrace". The angel like much of Gormley's other work is based on a cast of his body. It stands on the hill of Birtley, at Low Eighton in Lamesley, overlooking the A1 and A167 roads into Tyneside, and the East Coast Main Line rail route, south of the site of Team Colliery.

    No matter what way you look at here you just feel so small because she is just so VERY BIG...... as I was wandering around to take a better pic I came across a huge area of small trees with memorial flowers soft toys ect all in amongst the trees.... there wasn’t anything to indicate what it was or why they were there, but it had been a long time ago as e everything looked very old and tattered....... As we arrived I had noticed 2 elderly gentlemen sitting on a set.... today is very cold, very windy and very showery..... so it fascinated me that they would be out in It on such a day.... they looked like something out of a movie set.. I would say they were locals because as we were leaving so were they just walking back up the road.... to be honest and it’s a guess but it appeared it might be something they do regularly.... another fascination I have is guessing why people do what people do.... and I never do find out....

    We drove back up the Hwy a bit to a Hotel I spotted as we were heading to the Angel... it looked really quite and had character from the outside, plus on the far side of it there were 2 Teepees, why we never did find out as it was now raining and I didn’t want to wander around in it as it as quite cold.... Our meal was just a Lamb roasted sandwich with gravy and chips.... more stodgy food.... but John enjoyed his so that’s good.... The inside of the Mill House as it was called was really lovely... I so wanted to take more pics but there were too many people around to do it comfortably....

    So feed and watered we headed back to the city to see the Gateshead Millennium Bridge and The SAGE concert hall... both these buildings are absolutely fascinating to see.... the way the bridge sits over the water is in itself unreal to see, we had just missed it being raised by an hour and half what a shame....

    The Gateshead Millennium Bridge is a pedestrian and cyclist tilt bridge spanning the River Tyne in England between Gateshead's Quays arts quarter on the south bank, and the Quayside of Newcastle upon Tyne on the north bank. Opened for public use in 2001, the award-winning structure was conceived and designed by architect WilkinsonEyre and structural engineer Gifford.The bridge is sometimes referred to as the 'Blinking Eye Bridge' or the 'Winking Eye Bridge' due to its shape and its tilting method. In terms of height, the Gateshead Millennium Bridge is slightly shorter than the neighbouring Tyne Bridge, and stands as the sixteenth tallest structure in the city. The bridge was lifted into place in one piece by the Asian Hercules II, one of the world's largest floating cranes, on 20 November 2000. It was opened to the public on 17 September 2001,and was dedicated by Queen Elizabeth II on 7 May 2002. The bridge, which cost £22m to build, was part funded by the Millennium Commission and European Regional Development Fund. It was built by Volker Stevin. Six 45 cm (18 in) diameter hydraulic rams (three on each side, each powered by a 55 kW electric motor) rotate the bridge back on large bearings to allow small ships and boats (up to 25 m (82 ft) tall) to pass underneath. The bridge takes as little as 4.5 minutes to rotate through the full 40° from closed to open, depending on wind speed. Its appearance during this manoeuvre has led to it being nicknamed the "Blinking Eye Bridge". The design is so
    energy efficient it costs just £3.96 each time it opens.

    I wandered around the area taking shots of the different statues and interesting pieces along the Quay, but the rain started and was cold, windy and just awful wreaking my time of discovery... so we headed up to the top leave where the massive concert hall called Sage Gateshead was. This building was just as fascinating once on the inside... as it was on the outside.

    Sage Gateshead contains three performance spaces; a 1,700-seater, a 450-seater, and a smaller rehearsal and performance hall, the Northern Rock Foundation Hall. The rest of the building was designed around these three spaces to allow for maximum attention to detail in their acoustic properties. Structurally it is three separate buildings, insulated from each other to prevent noise and vibration travelling between them. The gaps between them may be seen as one walks around inside. A special 'spongy' concrete mix was used in the construction, with a higher-than-usual air capacity to improve the acoustic. These three buildings are enclosed (but not touched) by the now-famous glass and steel shell. Sage One was intended as an acoustically perfect space, modelled on the renowned Musikverein in Vienna. Its ceiling panels may be raised and lowered and curtains drawn across the ribbed wooden side walls, changing the sound profile of the room to suit any type of music. Sage Two is a smaller venue, possibly the world's only ten-sided performance space. The building's concourse was designed to be used for informal music-making. Below the concourse level is the Music Education Centre, where workshops, community music courses and day-to-day instrumental teaching takes place in over 20 individual, largely sound-proofed rooms, one of which is also a recording studio.

    Silly us didn’t realise we could have looked at more of it, such a shame as it would have been worth it, we did have a cuppa as it’s atmosphere was really peaceful felt like we were in a big library, quiet and relaxing... could have just sat here for ages but our paid parking was about to run out sadly....

    I had gone outside to take some pics of the old bridge we drive over yesterday, it looks so much like the Brisbane Bridge and the Sydney one a bit of a mixture of the 2 but did remind us if home again.... under this bridge you could see another Red Pivot Bridge a Rail Bridge and another Bridge the other dude of it, so all up from up River it looked like 4 bridges tired together. Also on the other side if the river was little buildings beach huts like Brighton Beach plus deck chairs along the Quay, wonder how often they get used with the weather they have... but knowing the Brit’s I bet they would sit on them in any weather... They must have thicker blood from all this cold... our must be thinner from all our heat... Thats my opinion and I’ll stick to it ha ha.... No I just think they are braver and use any bit of an excuse to be outside.... Good on them...

    So our day has been filled again, time to hear back to our abode... another day of interesting sites both old and modern...

    A little sleep this arvo and tun soup for dinner... a good day had by all....
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  • Day 35 Farewell Scotland, Hello England!

    23. april 2018, England ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    Monday 23/04/2018 Rivers Hotel Gateshead Room 1004

    Today we head south over the boarder... it will be sad to leave Scotland it has been an amazing experience seeing what we have over the last few weeks here! But that what this is about seeing and leaving...
    We are rethinking how we will do the rest of the trip after the UK, this is too fast, trying to squeeze in too much and the costs are mounting up... we both know going fast costs slowing down us less cost both monetary and physically the older we get the harder it is to keep up the pace....

    Had our last breaky at the hotel in Stirling, then off we set.... Heading over to the East Coast line.... our first port of call we were aiming for Tantallon Castle....

    As we headed up the high way we had our last sights of the Huge Horses Heads..... wow they look awesome as you drive buy..... then to see some of the bridges again... the last sights of this area.... our tour took us up the M9 then into the smaller highways and back roads which I prefer as you get to see the villages... they all gave something different to offer....

    On arrival to Tantallon Castle the wind was howling around us, unreal how much it can blow... plus the neighbour to the castle, had just harvested his onions and ohh my the odour was unreal.... it just permeated the whole area around the castle even with the howling winds so they must be strong.....

    From the outside this didn’t look as big as it was it blew us away once we started looking at it, just how big it was, still being able to access many of the heights, that gave us an overall feeling if just how tall it was and how big it was....

    Tantallon Castle is a semi-ruined mid-14th-century fortress, located 5 kilometres (3.1 mi) east of North Berwick, in East Lothian, Scotland. It sits atop a promontory opposite the Bass Rock, looking out onto the Firth of Forth. The last medieval curtain wall castle to be constructed in Scotland, Tantallon comprises a single wall blocking off the headland, with the other three sides naturally protected by sea cliffs. Tantallon was built in the mid 14th century by William Douglas, 1st Earl of Douglas. It was passed to his illegitimate son, George Douglas, later created Earl of Angus, and despite several sieges, it remained the property of his descendants for much of its history. It was besieged by King James IV in 1491, and again by his successor James V in 1528, when extensive damage was done. Tantallon saw action in the First Bishops' War in 1639, and again during Oliver Cromwell's invasion of Scotland in 1651, when it was once more severely damaged. It was sold by the Marquis of Douglas in 1699 to Hew Dalrymple, Lord North Berwick and the ruin is today in the care of Historic Scotland.

    As we had entered the estate to the left had an out building which was what was called a Doocot, this bred the pigeons or squab for eating... dine the same way our squab is done at home bred them until 6 weeks old before they become tough... the little building used to breed them was still very intact and very interesting.....

    Another point we found interesting was the island in front of the castle... The Bass Rock, or simply the Bass, is an island in the outer part of the Firth of Forth in the east of Scotland. Approximately 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) offshore, and 5 kilometres (3.1 mi) north-east of North Berwick, it is a steep-sided volcanic rock, 107 metres (351 ft) at its highest point, and is home to a large colony of gannets. The rock is uninhabited, but historically has been settled by an early Christian hermit, and later was the site of an important castle, which after the Commonwealth period was used as a prison. The island belongs to Sir Hew Hamilton-Dalrymple, whose family acquired it in 1706, and before to the Lauder family for almost six centuries. The Bass Rock Lighthouse was constructed on the rock in 1902, and the remains of an ancient chapel survive]. The Bass Rock features in many works of fiction, including Robert Louis Stevenson's Catriona and The Lion is Rampant by the Scottish novel.

    It was also used by 3 Jacobite soldiers who overtook the island and held it for 3 years, that fascinated John wondering how they survived... but with the amount of birds on it as they literally cover it from from top to bottom, I don’t think they would have staved....

    Onto our next sight was to see the PRESTON MILL & PHANTASSIE DOOCOT, ohh my goodness was this place right out of a fairy story.... the shape of the Old Mill itself like Catweazle’s Hat if you old enough to remember him....his funny old hat was his icon and this looked just like it...

    I could have spent ages here, how peaceful it was... an old lady came along while we were there and she was a walker just going from one sight to the next all by herself, you would have to really love your own company as many do because we keep seeing people by themselves everywhere just walking from one place to the next...

    Preston Mill is a watermill on the River Tyne at the eastern edge of East Linton on the B1407 Preston Road, in East Lothian, Scotland, UK. It is situated close to Prestonkirk Parish Church, the Smeaton Hepburn Estate, Smeaton Lake, and Phantassie Doocot. It is a Category A listed building. Preston is a hamlet adjacent to East Linton, East Lothian, Scotland. There has been a mill on the site since the 16th century. The present mill dates from the 18th century and is in the care of the National Trust for Scotland. It was used commercially until 1959, and it produced oatmeal. The River Tyne still drives the water wheel, and the machinery can still be seen at work by visitors taking part in a tour. There is also an exhibition about milling, and a mill pond. The engineer and millwright Andrew Meikle maintained the mill in the 18th century. In 1948 a flood submerged the buildings, and in 1950 a local land owner gave the mill to the National Trust for Scotland. The milling firm Rank Hovis McDougall provided help with the renovation and expertise to allow the mill to be operative again. Preston Mill consists of a kiln, a mill, and the miller's house. The mill wheel dates back to 1909. The mill is loved by visitors, painters and photographers, especially the kiln with its conical red.... in the later years it has been featured in the series Outlander... today as we were the only ones there and it was actually closed but we could wander around... the whole spot was truly so picturesque it was hard to believe it wasn’t a painting... as I was about to leave I spotted a The tiny hyacinth flowers growing by the waters edge, there was a plaque next to them that said it was dedicated to Mildred who feed the ducks... so sweet.... just over from the pond was a lovely white picket fenced bridge another siren scene that looked out if a book....

    Having looked John was keen to get going by now it was after 2 pm and we needed lunch... so a stop up road at East Linton, this was a really little old village in a very, very old building... but by the time we arrived they had just about sold out if everything, so sadly we headed on, finding a little town Berwick-upon-Tweed, another interesting town.

    Lunch was so, so, but we were feed and ready to head on... some of the buildings in this town were fascinating but as we had to keep going no time to stop.... I had spotted a Home Hardware shop with the same name as ours at hime, it reminded me of home hence the pic I posted on Facebook ....

    Up the road we headed seeing at least another 2 Castles we couldn’t access as they were on private land.... Then we spotted this monstrous humongous Castle on Hill by the Coast... it was so big it blew our minds... Hovering over the village below it... Again we were too late to go in, but to be honest it was too big anyway would have taken a good few hours I think to give it justice.... so a quick look a few pics and off we set to make just before dark to our destination...

    Bamburgh Castle is a castle on the northeast coast of England, by the village of Bamburgh in Northumberland. It is a Grade I listed building. The site was originally the location of a Celtic Brittonic fort known as Din Guarie and may have been the capital of the kingdom of Bernicia from its foundation in c. 420 to 547. After passing between the Britons and the Anglo-Saxons three times, the fort came under Anglo-Saxon control in 590. The fort was destroyed by Vikings in 993, and the Normans later built a new castle on the site, which forms the core of the present one. After a revolt in 1095 supported by the castle's owner, it became the property of the English monarch. In the 17th century, financial difficulties led to the castle deteriorating, but it was restored by various owners during the 18th and 19th centuries. It was finally bought by the Victorian era industrialist William Armstrong, who completed its restoration. The castle still belongs to the Armstrong family and is open to the public. No matter what else it sure is big... the coastal area it’s positioned on is very interesting, white sand and lots of sweeping grasslands, makes an impressive sight.... Lastly as we were leaving I spotted 3 Hairy Cooows, there certainly isn’t the amount of Hairy Cooows about you would think there are from all the postcards and Hairy Coooow soft toys for sale... you would think they are everywhere, but in all honesty we have hardly scene any bar a few lots....

    One thing we have noticed is that neatly every little village especially those over 1,000 people all have a huge amount of building of new homes and units in new estates.... the sheer number of them is mind boggling as to why it is happening... it’s nearly like the government is trying to boost each area in some way...

    Anyway we finally arrived having come through the main area of Newcastle to Gatehead our hotel a bit in the older side but done up is in the River Tyne and has a quirky owner who has out an American diner as the restaurant, he is setting up an American Diner bus and has a Tuk Tuk out front, all a but different and when we had a bit of a look around other than heaps of high rise apartments by the river there is nothing else around.... locks you in to using their restaurant in a way... the food was yep like an American Diner food....

    Our room is huge with a single and a double we have pushed together.... bathroom Beverly basic with nowhere to put things but all new and freshly painted and decorated..... Another good base to bounce off from!
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  • Day 34 Chapels, Bridges and Forts.....

    22. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Sunday 22/94/2018 Stirling Court Hotel Room 112

    Another big day even though we planned it to be slow... Had our buffet breakfast, I managed to get porridge today bonus, with berries so very good....

    Then we set off for sight No1 The Wallace Monument.... we had planned to go into this one but with a cost of £15 each which is $30 each Australian for only 1 hr at most we decided to save our penny’s and just view it from below the ticket office.... So with this under our belt we headed to a Tesco to get some stores, Alcohol and some fuel, all the staples in life..... once filed up we drove down the Road to two old bridges side by side nearly .....
    One is called The Old Bridge, the other I cant find its name anywhere...

    Unlike the depiction in Braveheart (1995), the Battle of Stirling Bridge was fought near a wooden bridge, and not in an open field. Before the English could finish crossing, the Scots attacked. In the frenzy to retreat back over the bridge, the whole thing collapse in the River Forth. Many of the English drowned while those trapped on the wrong side were slaughtered by William Wallace, Andrew Murray, and the rest of the Scots.
    Since the original bridge collapsed in the 1297 battle, visitors to Stirling might be misled by the stone bridge that stands in its place. So where was the original bridge? For over 600 years, we had no clue. In 1905, someone discovered the base of the original bridge, roughly 65 to 75 yards upstream of the stone bridge. After archeological surveys in the 1990s, 4 of the original piers were found. In addition, it became apparent that the bridge did not cross at a right-angle, but instead diagonally. The diagonal positioning of the bridge led surveyors to the conclusion that it would have required 8 piers, the same number of piers represented on the Old Common Seal of the Burgh of Stirling, depicted in the plaque above and sketched below. The earliest surviving use of the seal was 1296, a year before the battle. This was also the earliest known depiction of the bridge. So with that in mind, if you are traveling on the Stirling Bridge, be sure to turn to the north to see where original Stirling Bridge collapsed in 1297.

    So between the 2 plus at the far end was an amazing old rail bridge I didn’t get to take any pics of.... I managed to capture the 2 then we headed off for the next part of the Adventure.... This was to what I thought was another bridge because it was called The Bridge of Allan.... but it turns out it was the neighbouring Village to where we are in Stirling.... So with this now found out.... John had already said to me he thought it might be a Village, not a real bridge... we headed up Avery narrow winding road to the Golf Course, what a golf course it was with green carpeted grass thickly laid or should I say growing naturally on the top of the hill, what a view and what a gorgeous golf course this one was.... to be honest we haven’t seen a bad one yet... they are all and when I say all I mean every single Village has one... the most beautiful green soft carpet grass you could ever see.... Honestly Scotland is Golfers Paradise with so many, so well done and in so many unusual spots... just looking at them I wish I was a golfer but thank goodness I am not...

    Once we looked here we set the Nav for Roslin a Village 34 Mile’s away to see Rosslyn Chapel... it was used in the Da Vinci Code Movie...

    The Dan Brown the writer, wrote...
    “When I decided to write The Da Vinci Code, I knew that its finale would have to take place at the most mysterious and magical chapel on earth — Rosslyn.”

    Dan Brown

    Construction of the chapel began on 20 September 1456, although it has often been recorded as 1446. The confusion over the building date comes from the chapel's receiving its founding charter to build a collegiate chapel in 1446 from Rome. Sinclair did not start to build the chapel until he had built houses for his craftsmen.
    Although the original building was to be cruciform in shape, it was never completed. Only the choir was constructed, with the retro-chapel, otherwise called the Lady chapel, built on the much earlier crypt (Lower Chapel) believed to form part of an earlier castle. The foundations of the unbuilt nave and transepts stretching to a distance of 90 feet were recorded in the 19th century. The decorative carving was executed over a forty-year period. After the founder's death, construction of the planned nave and transepts was abandoned - either from lack of funds, lack of interest or a change in liturgical fashion. The Lower Chapel (also known as the crypt or sacristy) should not be confused with the burial vaults that lie underneath Rosslyn Chapel. The chapel stands on fourteen pillars, which form an arcade of twelve pointed arches on three sides of the nave. At the east end, a fourteenth pillar between the penultimate pair form a three-pillared division between the nave and the Lady chapel. The three pillars at the east end of the chapel are named, from north to south: the Master Pillar, the Journeyman Pillar and, most famously, the Apprentice Pillar. These names for the pillars date from the late Georgian period — prior to this period they were called the Earl's Pillar, the Shekinah and the Prince's Pillar.

    It really is an amazing place to visit... the sad fact that no pics can be taken inside where it’s real artworks come to life, but never the less it is an amazing feat of architecture... I only discovered the lower Vault area by accident as there were 3 bus loads of tourists inside it, I nearly walked out with so many in there you just couldn’t get the whole experience it really deserved..... The Vault was very plain but interesting.... Finally I gave up and headed out to get my pics.... John had decided that another $15 sighting wasn’t worth him going so he went to see the Cemetery and find some Geocaches.... while I looked around the Chapel... what I find not interesting more try to understand that so much of the old churches had carvings of monsters and evil beings within the churches walls and in the outside.... they had so much superstition mixed up with Christianity that they lost sight of the true message.... anyway they sure do come to life with all the unusual characters craved I to all’s, window sills, ceilings and roofs....

    Once done here the rain had decided to settle in, but we still headed to an ancient Fort from AD 175.... Castlelaw Hill Fort....

    The Castlelaw Hill Fort is the remnant of a stronghold of the Iron Age. When it was occupied the site consisted of three earthwork ramparts, ditches and timber palisades. The fort contained a Souterrain for the storage of agricultural produce. V. Gordon Childe undertook excavations at Castlelaw in 1932–33. The work focussed on the rampart, and showed that it consisted of a clay and timber filling, faced by stone. The fort commands views over the Forth and Lothian. Traprain Law and Berwick Law, both significant centres of power in the Iron Age, are visible from the site. The fort is maintained by Historic Environment Scotland as a scheduled monument.
    Access to the site is free but, since the area is an active sheep pasture, dogs should be kept under control. The site also neighbours an army firing range and so care should be taken not to pass into the area marked by red flags.

    This we could see clearly while the wind wiped around us so strongly we had to really work hard to get inside it...fascinating how it was manikin underground for protection from the energy but with the weather so unpredictable I could understand why they were hiding under ground...There was a big mote area that went around the mound, interesting to see after so long ago.... we literally had to go underground to see inside the Hill Fort it had been excavated to see how they had dug it our originally, and reinforced the walls with rocks to stop it falling in!

    So now we decided to head back via some smaller roads instead of the main Hwy... and what little finds we found... firstly we drove over the most unreal modern bridge it was fantastic, but next to it were 2 other amazing bridges all with their own character and all unreal architecturally unreal....

    The first which is the Queensferry Bridge .... The Queensferry Crossing opened to traffic on 30 August 2017. This forms the centrepiece of a major upgrade to the cross-Forth transport corridor in the east of Scotland, representing a total Scottish Government investment of over £1.3 billion. The 1.7 miles (2.7km) structure is the longest three-tower, cable-stayed bridge in the world and also by far the largest to feature cables which cross mid-span. This innovative design provides extra strength and stiffness, allowing the towers and the deck to be more slender and elegant. In total, the overall Forth Replacement Crossing scheme is 13.7 miles (22km) long, including major motorway upgrades to the north and south of the bridge and also the first ever use in Scotland of variable mandatory speed limits to smooth traffic congestion via an Intelligent Transport System. This also controls dedicated bus lanes within the motorway hard shoulders – another first in Scotland. The Queen opened this bridge as well as others across to Fife...

    The three Forth Bridges are an impressive sight as they across the Firth of Forth, as well as providing transport links between Edinburgh and Fife.

    Forth Bridge..... The Forth Bridge is one of Scotland’s major landmarks, and is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.This magnificent railway bridge was built between 1883 and 1890 by Sir John Fowler, Benjamin Baker and over 4,500 men. Considered to be an impressive feat in engineering, it was designed on the cantilever principle, and its three towers are over 100 metres high. It stretches 2.5 kilometres between the villages of South Queensferry and North Queensferry, and was opened on 4th March 1890 by Edward, Prince of Wales.

    Forth Road Bridge..... Work began on the Forth Road Bridge in 1958 and it was opened by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II in 1964. This long-span suspension bridge is 2.5 kilometres in length. Its towers are over 150 metres high and hold 49,280 km of wire in the two cables which take the weight of the suspended deck.
    Following the opening of Queensferry Crossing, the Forth Road Bridge is now dedicated to public transport, cyclists and walkers.

    Each one of these bridges are an impressive sight to behold and I so wanted to see more of them but we couldn’t work out how to park anywhere to see them all in their glory....

    Then onto Clackmannan coming into the back way home, we discovered a sign for a Tower so off we set to find us, it was up a small street then into a field it was massive.....
    Clackmannan Tower is a five-storey tower house, situated at the summit of King's Seat Hill in Clackmannan, Clackmannanshire, Scotland. It was built in the 14th century by King David II of Scotland and sold to his cousin Robert Bruce in 1359.

    It was so interesting a shame w couldn’t go into it to look but they had it all bared up so no one could access it...
    From here to Alloa..... to see the Alloa Tower in Alloa, Clackmannanshire in central Scotland is the surviving part of the medieval residence of the Erskine family, later Earls of Mar.... An architect who was involved in Alloa Tower was John Melvin. Dating from the 14th century, and retaining its original timber roof and battlements, the Tower is one of the earliest, and largest, of Scottish tower houses, with immensely thick walls. Several 19th century works, including Groome's Gazetteer, date the tower to the year 1223. The building has been extensively re-fenestrated during its history, but retains some internal medieval features. Incorporated into a much larger classical house of various phases from the 17th century on, the Tower now stands alone once more, later accretions having been demolished. This one does open most days so you can see it all except Sunday when we are there....

    Well our day has come to an end and we have packed it in, so much we have missed and so much we have seen.... Your mind can only take in so much info and sights in one day... and ours had done it...

    My last trivia fact for today is about buses...Double decker buses go everywhere in Scotland we have run into so many in the small back roads as well as single deck buses... they go from a village to a village picking up people to take them to the bigger centres around them... seeing them in the strangest places is unreal... what a service they have here if only our small towns did this the elderly wouldn’t have any issues with getting from A to B.... sadly our small towns are further apart and these here are closer, but the buses do go long distance to take people to their destination... I saw a lady in the middle of nowhere waiting for her bus.... such a way to treat those who have no licence to get around... to be honest you wouldn’t need one...

    Soup in the kettle for dinner tonight been too big a day to go out...
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  • Day 33 Castles and Machine Wonder!

    21. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 4 °C

    Saturday 20/04/2018 Stirling Court Hotel Room 112

    Another day dawns and we had our first real sunset yesterday afternoon, an now officially 4 days in a row of sunshine.... wow it’s exciting.

    Off to breakfast it’s included here also and yep a full buffet, but as always the food just doesn’t taste great... it’s food it fills the spot but the flavours very, very bland.... from the snags to the scrambled eggs and even the hash brown.... starting to wonder if maybe it’s my taste buds... although John never comments on food flavour food is food to him not like me it’s the whole experience.... but he has also been commenting on no flavour, so unless it’s both our tastebuds I think it’s the food.... anyway we aren’t fading away that’s for sure so we must be being sustained....

    Off after breaky on our round day trip, round as in the circuit we have planned for the day.... First up the Falkirk Wheel.... ohh my goodness it’s huge and we arrived just in time to see it in action well timed.... There is heaps here to do with Abseiling of the very hugh Viaduct of the Canals above us... sounds funny above us but that’s what it was,.. so we watched the people doing this whole the boat going into the Wheel was preparing itself....

    On the water below the abseilers were people in those big clear balls on the waiter... interesting watching all the activities... Then the Wheel started wow what an unreal process to watch.. it drove in to the Wheel then the Wheel slowly spun in itself so it lifted the whole boat in the mini canal the boat was in.. up, up, up into the main canal in the Viaduct.... what an unreal spectacle to watch....

    Once done I went around taking pics of all the stone carvings around the car park... from one side was one shape from the other side another, well done also... then down to check out the main shops.

    This is where I found the little book on the Johnson family, Mums family and we saw some Hairy soft toy Coooows but just too expensive to buy.... one no bigger then about 40 C.M. they wanted $200 Aust £100 UK, too dear a shame really...

    All done here we set off for Blackness Castle... it is built like a massive ship and called the ship that never sailed....
    Blackness Castle is a 15th-century fortress, near the village of Blackness, Scotland, on the south shore of the Firth of Forth. It was built, probably on the site of an earlier fort, by Sir George Crichton in the 1440s. At this time, Blackness was the main port serving the Royal Burgh of Linlithgow, one of the main residences of the Scottish monarch. The castle, together with the Crichton lands, passed to James II of Scotland in 1453, and the castle has been crown property ever since. It served as a state prison, holding such prisoners as Cardinal Beaton and the 6th Earl of Angus. Strengthened by Sir James Hamilton of Finnart in the mid-16th century, the castle became one of the most advanced artillery fortifications of its time in Scotland. A century later, these defences were not enough to prevent Blackness falling to Oliver Cromwell's army in 1650. Some years after the siege, the castle was repaired, and again served as a prison and a minor garrison. In 1693, the spur protecting the gate was heightened, and the Stern Tower shortened as a base for three heavy guns. Barracks and officers' quarters were added in the 1870s, when the castle was used as an ammunition depot, until 1912. The castle was briefly reused by the army during World War I. It is now a Scheduled Ancient Monument, in the care of Historic Scotland. Because of its site, jutting into the Forth, and its long, narrow shape, the castle has been characterised as "the ship that never sailed". The north and south towers are often named "stem" and "stern", with the central tower called the "main mast".

    Again we didn’t go in but wandered around... it has amazed us no end to the amount of people out picnicking, soaking up the sun, dogs, kids and adults just everywhere.... it’s like someone opened the doors and they were set free.....

    Once I had done taking pics we set off to find the Bo’ness and Kinnell Railway.... we arrived just in the Nic of time to see the steam train set off loaded with people having High Tea... you could see them sitting at tables through the windows... Nit everyone was having High Tea only the upper carriages, the back carriages it was just passengers... so that was great timing for 2 viewings today without knowing they would happen....

    Next we set off to the Kelpies.... The Kelpies are a 30-metre-high horse-head sculptures, standing next to a new extension to the Forth and Clyde Canal, and near River Carron, in The Helix, a new parkland project built to connect 16 communities in the Falkirk Council Area, Scotland. The sculptures were designed by sculptor Andy Scott and were completed in October 2013. The sculptures form a gateway at the eastern entrance to the Forth and Clyde canal, and the new canal extension built as part of The Helix land transformation project. The Kelpies are a monument to horse powered heritage across Scotland. The sculptures were opened to the public in October 2013 . As part of the project, they have their own visitor centre, and sit beside a newly developed canal turning pool and extension. This canal extension reconnects the Forth and Clyde Canal with the River Forth, and improves navigation between the East and West of Scotland.

    The Kelpies were just astounding to see up close, so huge, so well done and again so many people around it was like ants on a crawl.... we had a cuppa here and an ice cream watching the sights,,,. Then I had to go to the loo.... well this could have turned into a huge drama if it wasn’t for a kind Scottish gentleman... I went into the loo, locked the door, did what I needed, went to leave and the lock was jammed, bit matter what I did to try and jimmy it open it wasn’t having any of it.... So as I am about to start calling out, a man whose wife could see that the door was trying to open arrived on the other side of the door asking was I ok.... ohhh thank you so much I said as he managed to pop the lock fro outside thank goodness... I envisioned déjà vu.... after being licked in a toilet in Greece years ago and at home for a few hours.... so now I am a bit nervous about loos and being locked in them. John totally unaware was happy eating his hotdog and wondering why I was constantly thanking this stranger....

    So not locked up we set off to find a tunnel we read about but nothing was firm... so using gut instinct and a bit if sight we somehow found this quietly keep secret tunnel.... Again great timing we were just in time to see a Canal boat go into it... seems it was built 2 centuries ago but now used as a canal connection.... plus locals on foot or bike use it... You wouldn’t have a clue it’s there as it is way down a cliff under a new car park for the train Stn no signage on it other than some history on a walking path sign... It was the longest canal tunnel to be built in Scotland and was completed in 1822. One of the reasons for its length was that the owner of Callander House would not allow the canal to be dug within sight of the house. The solid limestone and millstone was excavated by hand using picks and shovels and early gunpowder. The tunnel is 630 metres long and at least 3.6 metres high. The lights were put in as part of the Millennium Link project that also built the Falkirk Wheel. Continue to the far end, take care to look out for the calcified forms and stalactites built up over the years by the dripping water - the reflections of the roof can also look very dramatic due to the stillness of the water.
    The dripping water in one spot was like a big tap turned on it was pouring out if it, also in the middle if the roof in a few spots were these massive man holes... it was eerie even with little lights on one side it was still pretty dark, I kept thinking someone could kill you here and no one would know.... after coming out we read it was used by two men named Burke and Hare relocated from Ireland to Scotland in a bid to be involved in the tunnels creation – if only someone knew what they were going to be capable of. Burke and Hare went on to kill 16 people during their time in Scotland, providing their bodies for medical experiments. Furthermore, the canal was also used by doctors to smuggle the corpses of patients to Edinburgh University, with the bodies being hidden in containers labelled as industrial chemicals. You might begin to understand now why people describe the Falkirk Tunnel as eerie and atmospheric. The Falkirk Tunnel, located just behind Falkirk High Station, was created nearly 200 years ago and was originally used for transporting coal, today it carries the Union Canal beneath Prospect Hill in Falkirk and connects Falkirk to the heart of Edinburgh. So there you go I had reason to feel creepy..l.

    We left here and headed to just have a look at the city and somehow without any planning or reading signage ended up at Stirling Castle.... however it was closing time and people were being ushered out of it, I tried to take a peek through the main gate but there was a huge big stone wall I. From if me so no peeking was had... it seemed extremely fortified so you really could tell what it was like, and my iPhone was so full from the day I could take any pics to show anyone other than my bug camera and it’s too much trying to download them and out Uo in the net... so just taken for me..l it did remind me very much of the Edinburgh Castle in how it was designed and set up. On the highest hill top in the city overlooking the whole lot 360% great views from up here seeing the valley below. Knowing they were going to shut the main gate area to the car park we thought we had best leave as hardly any cars left up here... A drive around the old city centre it looked really interesting.... then iff to find a Pizza place for dinner.... they seem very light on takeout shops around Stirling either that or we are I the wrong spot....... finally found one on goggle so set off to find it ourselves, but once found we realised no parks, fortunately I had spotted a fish, chip and Pizza shop as we were looking fir the other one, but exactly where that was turned into a bit of finding... we did and finally got the pizza, again very tasteless.... stuffed if I know what it is about Scottish food but it has no flavours with fast food or hotel, and restaurants......

    So back to our room to eat the pizza, John had left 2 beers on the window sill to keep cool, well it was officially Scotland’s hottest day today 17c max in the paper, but in our car 23c however the poor beers must have been snout 30c sitting next to the glass and with no fridges here, he resorted to one fro the car, which wasn’t a lot better..... not sure what we will do for our drinkies now it’s heating up and no fridges....

    A bonus was another amazing sunset...

    On a trivial note we are a amused at the parking system here you can park back of front in either side of the road, so when you are driving along in the streets it’s nothing g for a car to suddenly duck out from the opposite side of the street it road to be on the right side to drive, it’s very off putting when you not used to it... and a wonder there isn’t more accidents.... it’s called organised chaos.....

    There was a lot to take in today, but worth all the tripping around....
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  • Day 32 The Road southward!

    20. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Friday 20/04/2018 Stirling Court Hotel Room 112

    Today we leave Paul and Pauline it has been good to stay with friends but also good to be off again....
    we had a really slow get away with sorting pics out first....

    So up the road we headed first to Dundee where we parked up in what looked like a very new area at the old docks, now all done up with housing units, restaurants and lots of small IT type businesses! A look at 2 old relic Boats, and lastly the City Quay it was called where all the restaurants and IT businesses were also where we had our lunch...... being a cheese and meet platter. For some reason, the cheeses here are not all that tasty. We are so spoilt for choice and flavour at home people really have no idea just how blessed we are as a country....

    For some reason the placed a chilli cheese on our platter and ohh my goodness it was just so hot, I couldn’t eat it, the picked onions and gherkins just don’t have the same flavours.... We have also noticed for a country who grow so many potato’s they just don’t taste the same either... all the mash is quite tasteless and stodgy and the chips are the same no flavour to speak of.... plus the red onions are extremely fiery compared to ours, ours seem a little more mild.... I know I shouldn’t compare but when you are a cook you notice these things constantly... in saying that even John has noticed this fact and commented even without my input.... I must be having an influence on him....

    Enough on food back to the city... as our phone contracts where about to run out we had to head into the city to find a Vodophone shop and sort it out as John couldn’t get the payment done on line as it wouldn’t except our credit card.....

    Well walking into the city was like unveiling a treasure trove, what a magnificent city is Dundee, so much more than I first thought, just seeing the Quay area I thought it was devoid of personality..... how wrong was I! I could have wandered around here for hours, to take in the wonder of all the architecture and amazing old buildings.... such a shame again on a time limit.... there were big steel characters in the main mall area, our friend Pauline has since informed me he is a Scottish Cartoon character created here in Dundee.... his name is Desperate Dan apparently! Then I spotted a huge metal dragon.... all very well done out of Brass....

    The lady at the Vodophone shop was helpful and had us sorted in no time... seems our plan will only be goid for another month as to pay Vodophone UK isn’t easy in Europe.... so looks like new numbers over there when this one runs out....

    All sorted back in the car to head to Perth.... Driving along the waterfront of the city was unreal.... so much to take in and see, new modern art buildings, and Old tall ship that Scot had sailed to Antarctica, interesting shaped modern and old buildings all along the waterfront what they call the Riverside walk...... as we came long further you could see this unreal huge long train bridge.... I took a heap of shots but so hard to get such a massive construction into the photo and do it justice.... further along as we speed past I see a sign that says it’s the Tay bridge on reading about it what a life it has had.... info following on this amazing feat of engineering!

    The Tay Bridge carries the main-line railway across the Firth of Tay in Scotland, between the city of Dundee and the suburb of Wormit in Fife. Its span is 2.75 miles (3.5 kilometres) From about 1854, there had been plans for a Tay crossing, to replace an early train-ferry. The first bridge, opened in 1878, was a single-track lattice design, notable for lightness and low cost. Its sudden collapse in a high wind on 28 December 1879 was one of the great engineering disasters of history, and its causes are still debated today. The second bridge was a double-track construction of iron and steel, opened in 1887 and still in service. In 2003, a strengthening and refurbishing project was recognised by a major award for the scale and difficulty of the work.

    Onwards we head to Perth another wonderful city to explore if you had the time... we drive straight to the Blackwatch Castle or its other name is Balhousie Castle..... Balhousie Castle, located in Perth, Scotland (on Hay Street, originally a few hundred metres north of the medieval town), dates to 1631, though its origins are believed to go back a further three hundred years. It originally served as the seat of the Earls of Kinnoull, and stood within a walled enclosure containing subsidiary buildings, orchards etc., on a terrace overlooking the North Inch. After falling into neglect in the early 19th century, the Castle was 'restored' (in fact, virtually rebuilt), and extensively remodelled on a larger scale in 1862-63 in the Baronial style by the architect David Smart. No original features survive except for parts of the original rubble walls on the east side. In 1962, the Castle became the Regimental Headquarters and Museum of The Black Watch. The latter displays the history of the regiment from 1739 to the present. The Black Watch Heritage Appeal was launched in September 2009[1] to raise in excess of £3.2 million to develop Balhousie Castle to provide a permanent home for the museum and archive of The Black Watch. The Regimental Trustees bought Balhousie Castle in January 2009.

    Not having time to wander around this Castle as we realised it was a whole one not a ruin....... they take quicker to see.... we set off for Elcho Castle.... driving out if the city into the hills over it wow what a view.... you could see the winding river system p, the massive bridge that heads into Perth, other Castles across the Valley and in the Hilltops if the mountain range across the valley below.... it truly was a view to behold.

    We finally found Elcho Castle tucked into a persons private property looks like it was a working farm until recently, even the main house for the farm was mansion like! The road in was lined with daffodils which is the case everywhere we have been has been daffodils lining the streets and driveways looks just beautiful...... anyway back to the Castle, it looked again very interesting but was having extensive works done on it, so we decided a look from Outside and head on.... Elcho Castle is located a short distance above the south bank of the River Tay approximately four miles south-east of Perth, Scotland. It consists of a Z-plan tower house, with fragments of a surrounding wall with corner towers. The Castle was built on the site of an older structure about 1560, and is one of the best surviving examples of its date in Scotland. A large portion of the Castle is accessible, although floors in some rooms have fallen, and much of the building can be walked through. The wall-walk is accessible at two points. The property is still owned by the family of the original builders, the Wemyss family (the style of the heir to the Earl of Wemyss is Lord Elcho), though it has not been inhabited for some 200 years. It has nevertheless been kept in good repair - one of the earliest examples in Scotland of a building being preserved purely for its historical interest. It is managed by Historic Scotland as a scheduled monument. An apple- and pear-tree orchard adjoining the castle has been replanted in recent years, and a 16th-century 'beehive' doo'cot (Scots for dovecote) survives nearby.

    Back through Perth and into Stirling.... Stirling looks like it could be a very large place also, and unbeknown to us our hotel was in the middle of all the a University Campas which is huge... finding it wasn’t easy as the Nav didn’t like where it as.... once found it was extremely busy with conferences, weddings and people coming and going.... one if the busiest hotels we have been in....

    As we had approached our hotel you could see this huge very tall a medieval tower, towering over the city.... it turns out it’s William Wallace’s Memorial and is a must see.... we will do this in a couple of days...Now to settle in and get a meal... Which once we did was pretty hohummmm again, nothing that just is great, but then maybe our tastebuds are too spoilt.....
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  • Day 32 Rivers and Valleys

    19. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Up early as we have a big day ahead, Paul is the tour guide today. Being our driver and Pauline our tour conductor.... ha ha .....

    We spent the day going from one little village to another little village, each one having its own character!

    Our first stop was to see an Ospreys nest with baby chicks, mind you the only way I could see them was from a distance with my telephoto lens... but I could see them with that..apparently they return every year....

    Then onto our next village Forfar, Glamis which had a massive Castle but as it was so big we didn’t have time to spend there so a look from afar to capture my shot, onto Dunkeld stopping to see a wonderful old bridge....From here to Pitlochry for morning tea, what a gorgeous little town it as.... Had a water wheel going by a running atream through the town, old Inns and of course the Heather gem Factory... How interesting was that see how they were made from the Heather plant stalks, spun in a tumbler to get the leaves and twigs off, then cut into the the same lengths bundled together, dyed then dunked into Resin, compressed into a block, let set then cut into slim slabs, from there into shapes and made into Jewellery.... so, so interesting....A wander around to see sime if the old buildings then back into the car to head to the Fish Ladder and Hydro Power Station....

    Sights around the Valleys and Mountains with snow still in deep pockets from winter... Pauline said they wouldn’t totally melt at all...

    The views up the river and down the river, seeing the ponds that are in fact the ladder process each one getting a little higher than the last... This is where the Salmon spawn every year.... they are countered as they enter the ladder process so they know how many fish each year make the journey.... it was so interesting and great views up and down the river....

    What constantly blows John and I away is the sheer number of people walking, riding push bikes or Motorbikes, Golfers....and now in this area it’s Salmon fishing men.... fascinating to see so many rain, hail they are out there in droves.

    Another bit of trivia, regarding golfers, a Golf links has no trees just all open, Golf Course has trees.... there you go bet not many new that... because there are so many golf course about, John asked Paul about it and he is a man who knows his trivia told John all about it...

    Back to the Car, travelling along through the Blairgowrie area with snow capped peaks in the mountains surrounding the Village.... onto the back of Pitlochry a small area called Moulin but passing a lovely Whiskey Distillery, but again very expensive to go into it.... Scotland now has a Zero Tolerance on Alcohol whole driving, so you can’t even have a small glass of a drink and drive.... A lot of pubs have shut down, due to the strict laws.... sadly for many small communities it is the case....

    Anyway back to our last stop or we though.... This was to be our late lunch... at the 1695 Moulin Inn, meal was ok nothing to rave about but so amazing sitting in these old, old venues still in use.... Across the road what is now a heritage centre but was an old church with a cemetery... it has an old bell sitting on a stand made in 1745 I think it says... but again very old...

    I think we had a stop at Kirkton a neat little town... on a Loch again what looks like lots of history and it had a huge Castle in the area we just couldn’t go to with our time limit.

    After eating our very late 4pm lunch we set off for home via Kirriemuir to see JM Barrie’s grave site, he wrote Peter Pan... what an interesting Grave yard the trees all neatly trimmed and hedged around so many of the graves...

    We finally made it home, all a bit tired from our big day, late dinner of toasted sandwiches and soup for me...

    Very grateful for Paul taking us in this big days outing it’s been lovely staying with friends...

    The days are flying that’s for sure and finding time to keep up with all my duty’s of pics and blog is getting harder and harder I hope by the time we get to Bavaria I can get everything sorted... 7 months of this daily routine is sure going to keep me on my toes.
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  • Day 31 The Harbours Alive!

    18. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    A slow start chatting to a Paul and Pauline, did some washing..
    Then we all set it for Arbroath... which is the mist large town in the Coast, again a Salmon fishing Village.... They took us through the streets us following behind... so many unreal old buildings, past the Huge Abbey then into the Harbour...What a brilliant little harbour it is.... the tide was out my goodness the whole harbour entrance was completely empty.... So interesting to see it empty and when we came back a few hours later it was totally filled....

    All the lobster pots lined up on the wharf, the many old rusted looking boats all sitting in the mooring area, along with boats of all sizes.... So colourful. The wonderful old shops across the other side of the Mooring harbour reflecting in the water, making the scene just amazing....

    We walked across a lifting walkway that had Loch gates under it, allowing the sea to be held back where the boats were moored.... when we came back later the gates were opened with the high tide in all areas of the harbour......As we walked across the bridge there was a sign warning about Rabies certain animals that can’t be bought into the harbour from Overseas crews... What blew me away was that they had a warning about the Kangaroo having Rabies...I was a bit mad as we certainly don’t have Rabies in Australia especially in our Kangaroos .... they have other diseases for sure but not a Rabies.... I actually felt like going to see the Shipping authorities and give them a piece of my mind on the matter, but who am I a lowly Aussie who doesn’t hold a degree in animal husbandry or have an shipping knowledge... but it did make my blood boil....

    Pauline had organised for us to have a haircut with her hairdresser that she goes to.... She kept apologising where she was about to take us, it was housing commission units and yes it was pretty dirty around the units, but her hairdressers unit was lovely... she was a gorgeous young women, who was busy preparing her wedding, so there were flowers in lovely dine up shaggy shiek, look sitting everywhere.... She chatted happily away...Turns out she had been with her man as she kept calling him, for 17 years and have 2 boys one 14yrs old one 5 years old..Big gap.... plus they have 3 dogs as well all living in their 2 bedroom unit... but seemed very happy with her life in the units.... I think getting housing commission units or homes is set up very different than ours is... You didn’t seem to have to be on struggle street to be able to apply.... however I could be very wrong...

    Once we had finished with the lovely hairdresser who only charged £15 for the 2 of us what a bonus that was less than $30 ....... best price I ha e paid for a haircut for ever I think.....

    Then off we set to do our looking, as we drove to find our sights I spotted what looked like a large castle it turned out to be this unreal structure of a water tank that was built like a small castle....This unique water tower especially designed to be like a castle due to the locals of the day wanting it to match the surrounds it was be being built in. This was the late 1880’s by 1906 it couldn’t be used anymore as the town grew too big, such a shame to see it not in use just sitting there.... but that life everything changes, even town sizes hence making it redundant.....

    After the look around here we headed back to the Harbour to see the sights again and go to the Lighhouse display... but first lunch at The Old Lighthouse Restaurant, very nice and dine up like an old building inside, however it was in a new modern building at the Harbour..... lunch was lovely I had fresh Salmon you could tell it was really fresh it just melted in my mouth.... they smile the Salmon here as well, with one if the smoke houses dating back centuries....

    Lunch over we set off for another wonder around the harbour, by now the tide had come in and did it so very different.... like a different place we had come this morning....

    Having taken some more shots of the harbour and the little old house across it, we headed up to the Lighthouse display this is where we sat for an hour watching a Doco about how the Bell Rock was conquered and built on... with the Amazing Bell Rock Lighthouse...
    The Bell Rock Lighthouse, off the coast of Angus, Scotland, is the world's oldest surviving sea-washed lighthouse. It was built between 1807 and 1810 by Robert Stevenson on the Bell Rock (also known as Inchcape) in the North Sea, 11 miles (18 km) east of the Firth of Tay. Standing 35 metres (115 ft) tall, its light is visible from 35 statute miles (56 km) inland. Heritage category A listed building The masonry work on which the lighthouse rests was constructed to such a high standard that it has not been replaced or adapted in 200 years.The lamps and reflectors were replaced in 1843 and used in the lighthouse at Cape Bonavista, Newfoundland, where they are currently on display.The working of the lighthouse has been automated since 1988. The lighthouse operated in tandem with a shore station, the Bell Rock Signal Tower, built in 1813 at the mouth of Arbroath harbour. Today this building houses the Signal Tower Museum, a visitor centre detailing the history of the lighthouse. This is where we were at.....The challenges faced in the building of the lighthouse have led to it being described as one of the Seven Wonders of the Industrial World.

    So having watched about this unreal feat done so long ago we headed off to the Arbroath Abbey..... once there realised it was pretty expensive to see it and to be honest most of the ruins were seen quite clearly from outside. So I cheated and walked around it even putting my camera through the neatly trimmed hedge to get some shots... it worked very well... Arbroath Abbey, in the Scottish town of Arbroath, was founded in 1178 by King William the Lion for a group of Tironensian Benedictine monks from Kelso Abbey. It was consecrated in 1197 with a dedication to the deceased Saint Thomas Becket, whom the king had met at the English court.It was William's only personal foundation — he was buried before the high altar of the church in 1214. The last Abbot was Cardinal David Beaton, who in 1522 succeeded his uncle James to become Archbishop of St Andrews. The Abbey is cared for by Historic Scotland and is open to the public throughout the year (entrance charge). The distinctive red sandstone ruins stand at the top of the High Street in Arbroath.

    So having done the tourist looking we headed back to Paul and Pauline’s.. they had gone to a 70th afternoon party and we had said we would be fine to amuse ourselves... That we did quite easily not eating until after 8pm, they came home around 9pm, so a drink with them then off to bed...... I do love their lovely little bit very Cosy home, it is very well designed and thought out....
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  • Day 29 Fog thick, Sun Bright!

    16. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    Monday 16/04/2018 Peterhead The Lost Guest House Room 7

    Up a little earlier still cold in the room, and all the windows are completely fogged up and the Fog is thick as outside.... The heaters they tokenly turned on last night definitely aren’t working this AM.....

    Had another good breaky, then phoned Mum and a Dad at Jill’s on messenger. They head home from Bilo in the AM Qld time....they said they are tired from a full program while in a Bilo..... good to see them both even though trying to get the conversation timed right so we can see and hear each other is a real challenge.....

    So having had our meal we set off for the day, as we walk outside realising just how thick the fog really is..... wondering if we will be able to see anything... but we did... fog here just looks miserable it doesn’t stop None from doing anything. Like the golfers playing in the fog, the runners we see rain, hail or shine.... people out playing with their children or animals. Unlike us except for golfers in Aust most didn’t venture out into awful western we tend to hide away from it.... but because it’s nearly an everyday occurrence here they just get on with life.....

    We didn’t venture along way today, but headed in and out of the small villages along the coast up to Fraserburgh and then after there as well right up to Macduff......

    Some of these little places were such a surprise especially their little well sheltered Harbours.... The houses tended to be very boring, all cloned with only slight changes to the front foyer section of a glass out house that so many have it keeps them warm in these rooms on days the sun is out....

    We did get to see a shipwreck not that old from the look of it.... very close to the main beach... a couple of the villages actually had lovely little sand beaches but many had just stones and jagged rocks.... The fishing industry is alive and well in this part of the country for sure... seeing so many little boats.... and even the fisherman out and about on their daily chores....

    Our time in each spot St Combs, onto Inverallochy, then Fraserburgh, here we found the Lighthouse Heritage Museum we didn’t go inside but see their outdoor displays Lighthouses etc we headed around the point to see these... ! There were 2 good size Lighthouses and a massive Foghorn on the very point is where it stood.... the wasthis very small but tall stone building called the Wine house.... On reading the story we discovered that it had nothing to do with Wine, but a sad story about a girl and a boy in love, her dad locked him in the bottom which is not connected to the top 2 floors he drown and she threw herself out the window and died..... so I am still wondering why it’s called the wine house unless dad took to the wine!

    John did some Geocaching here he has started to do a bit on som if the places we have been to... he stopped a group of about 15 elderly Scots folk in a walking group all aged between 70-90 came along! Off Joh went I fell in with the group heading hack around the point many wanting to talk to me...

    One elderly man asked where I was from and I told him Aust! He said I have just come back from there, ohh I said how long were you there! Ohh 50 years he said ohh I said really, he asked where was I from, I told him ohh he said I lived in Qld, where did you live I asked, Redcliffe he said.... How long have you been back I asked thinking a few weeks, ohh he said 10yrs.....bless his heart when he said I have just come back here..... we had a good laugh and in they all went happily chatting! They did tell me the Foghorn would often be heard in their younger days, and that they would swim in the Rock pools near the foghorn. Interesting talking to them all....

    We headed up the main CBD to find somewhere to have a coffee, found an Inn called Cheers had the same name sign as the old Cheers program.... pubs here are one stop shops for so much not just a drinking house like ours.... they have so many things happening in and around I besides what we see as a pub... All serve coffee and cakes, have events that would not be seen in many or our pubs, but guessing they are trying to change the atmosphere even at home...l

    Meet 2 of the ladies who take the elderly on their walks here also, they had finished with them and set off for a cuppa themselves....

    So up the street we went me checking out the 2nd hand stores again.... this time we had one right where we parked. So in we go looking still for that special coat... I am getting a collection of them. The people in the store we very helpful pulling out boxes of coats, I had found a very warm black one when we walked in.... John likes it as it’s a fitting coat. He hates bags as he calls them on me! They kept wanting to help me so to be kind I went along with them, looking in other plastic bins out the back room, but found myself a coffee plunger a baby one, so I can now have my coffee beans.... Turns out the people in the store we ex Vets all with some sort of PTSD.... had set this shop up to help themselves with homelessness and to keep their mind busy... they wanted to talk all about their lives and how the government didn’t look after their Vets at all according to them. So after buying the coat and the Coffee Plunger for £10 for both, dearer than I wanted to pay but for a good cause, goodies in hand off we set.

    Onto more little villages all with these amazing little harbours and a quaintness about each one in their own right.... Rosehearty first up, then onto Pennan wow what a little treasure this port was, so pretty the view of the bay and the lovely white houses so different to the other villages with their dark, brick and stone homes.... we tried to have lunch here but being a Monday everything was closed..,most of the homes were for holiday let.... it looked funny as we walked up the esplanade all the washing hanging out as the sun had finally pushed the fog away.... the cloths lines were the Net drying lines used the fishermen. So no food onward we go... A lookout in the hills above Pennan was our next stop wow the views were unreal... while there therecwe 2 cars there with about 6 young people all dressed up with a coupe of adults. Having their pictures taken with the view bays behind... then the adult man opened the back if his Van and it was like a bar laiden full of alcohol.... they all looked very proper in the attire so not sure what it was, maybe graduation.... but is it too early for that. I don’t know when their school year starts and ends here.... having disturb them long enough we headed onto Gardenstown for a look, then onto Melrose ohhh my goodness mistake plus, plus going into this place... It was a lot bigger than we first thought and over half the village was down the side of a steep mountain, with a very narrow road leading like Pennan to their harbour.....steep winding roads to access them, but unlike Pennan, there were cars parked all the way down the hill, in nooks and crannies to get off the road without much success as it turned out... We got 3/4 the way down when a road closed sign came up and we were stuck..... having to backout very carefully with cars tight on each side of us.... no wonder there were cars parked.... however not a person in sight for all the cars very weird....... John did well to get us out without hitting something, teach us to maybe look before leaping so to speak....

    Onto Macduff spotting a massive church on a big hill in town, they had a cute little harbour as well.... again very old area guessing 1,000 yrs old.... tried to find lunch here without success by now it was 3pm so very hungry lucky I bought apples and chips with us.... a look at some really old warehouses then we decided to head back via the back roads from here.

    The part of the trip took us to New Blyth, then onto New Deer where there was this massive monument.... Again to someone who had died, just because you could give them a massive monument in their honour...l well that’s what it looked like anyway..... always on a hill over looking the Valley’s always great views when the Sun is shinning... Through Maud, then into Old Deer where we found what we were looking for Deer Abbey here...

    Deer Abbey was a Cistercian monastery in Buchan, Scotland. It was founded by 1219 AD with the patronage William Comyn, jure uxoris Earl of Buchan, who is also buried there. There was an earlier community of Scottish monks or priests. The notitiae on the margins of the Book of Deer record grants made to the Scottish religious community in the 12th century and a claim that it was founded by Saint Columba and Saint Drostan. The old religious community was probably absorbed by the new foundation. The history of the abbey after the 1210s is obscure until the 16th century, when it was beginning to be secularized. The abbey was turned into a secular lordship for Commendator Robert Keith II (becoming Lord Altrie) in 1587. The Abbey was included in the lands obtained by Lord Pitfour and became part of the Pitfour estate in 1766. His son, the third laird built the 5 metres (16 ft) high enclosing wall in 1809 and used the grounds as an orchard. He also discovered some of the graves but did not disturb them. The fifth laird had the site cleared and used the stones from the Abbey building to have a mausoleum constructed in which to bury his daughter when she died aged 21 years in 1851. The only other person buried in the mausoleum was Ferguson's mother-in-law. The mausoleum was destroyed in the 1930s when the Abbey was transferred to Roman Catholic ownership and parts of it were used to build an entrance; however this was undertaken without disturbing the graves of Lady Langford and Ferguson's daughter, Eliza.

    So history goes in with peaceful surrounds, birds chirping and the day is late so sadly we have to hear back.... to Peterhead...Simple dinner left overs from last nights meal I couldn’t eat just hope it doesn’t give me food poisoning as it’s chicken, Johns having a tin of soup... Simple as my meerkat friends say!
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  • Day 30 Castles abound.....

    15. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ 🌫 3 °C

    Tuesday 17/04/2018 Friokheim 12 Heather Bank Paul and Pauline Hartley

    So today we go to stay with friends we meet a few years back in Bavaria and have kept in contact with ever since. Last time we came to the UK they made a special trip to Edinburgh to meet up with us, we had Vic, Bil, Chris and Geoff with us as well....

    Last breaky here and yes they did help make the stay in this cold, cold place bearable.....
    Off we set with the wind howling around us and the weather looking awful.. see how it pans out I guess......

    Off to our first castle on the country roads...As we have been on many of the back roads we have spotted ruins of what looks like castles in many a paddock.... because we are usually on a mission to get somewhere and if we did pull up for everything we see we would get to our planned destination on time...

    Tolquhon Castle was our first for the day... the gentleman on the door was so helpful joking with us as we emerged into the horrible wind that it through you as we wandered around....

    Info on this unreal Castle, below!
    Tolquhon Castle (pronounced: "toh-hon", and sometimes spelt 'Tolquhoun') is located in Aberdeenshire, north-east Scotland. It lies about 1.5 miles (2.4 km) north-west of Pitmedden, and 2 miles (3.2 km) south of Tarves. The castle was built by William Forbes, 7th Laird of Tolquhon, between 1584 and 1589 as an extension to the earlier tower house known as Preston's Tower. Although ruined, the castle has been described as "the most characteristic château of the Scots Renaissance". It is in the care of Historic Scotland and is open to the public.

    Preston's Tower was constructed in the early 15th century, either by Sir Henry Preston or by his son-in-law Sir William Forbes, who inherited part of the Preston lands in 1420, following Sir Henry's death. His descendant William Forbes, 7th Laird of Tolquhon (died 1596), began work on a new castle in 1584, retaining the Preston Tower but adding new, more comfortable accommodation. He also improved the gardens and parkland around the house. King James VI was entertained at Tolquhon in 1589.The new buildings were arranged around a courtyard, and included an elaborate gatehouse, and a first-floor gallery. An inscription on the gatehouse records that "AL THIS WARKE EXCEP THE AULD TOWR WAS BEGUN BE WILLIAM FORBES 15 APRIL 1584 AND ENDIT BE HIM 20 OCTOBER 1589". The home of a "Renaissance man", Tolquhon was designed for show rather than defence, and was the work of the mason-architect Thomas Leper or Leiper. Leper's distinctive triple shot-holes flank the main entrance, and are also found at nearby Arnage Castle and Dean Castle in Ayrshire. Also unusual is the stone tilework in the main hall. After William Forbes' death his descendants continued to occupy Tolquhon until 1718, when they were forced to move out due to debts incurred by the failure of the Darien scheme. The castle subsequently decayed and is now a ruin. It is in the guardianship of Historic Scotland and is open to the public. Tolquhon is also a scheduled monument.

    Onto the next Castle this one to me looked more like a stately home... than a Castle....

    Info on this Castle....
    Crathes Castle (pronounced Crath-es) is a 16th-century castle near Banchory in the Aberdeenshire region of Scotland. This harled castle was built by the Burnetts of Leys and was held in that family for almost 400 years. The castle and grounds are owned and managed by the National Trust for Scotland and are open to the public. Crathes sits on land given as a gift to the Burnett of Leys family by King Robert the Bruce in 1323.[1]
    In the 14th and 15th century the Burnett of Leys built a fortress of timbers on an island they made in the middle of a nearby bog. This method of fortification, known as a crannog, was common in the Late Middle Ages. Construction of the current tower house of Crathes Castle was begun in 1553 but delayed several times during its construction due to political problems during the reign of Mary, Queen of Scots. It was completed in 1596 by Alexander Burnett of Leys, and an additional wing added in the 18th century. Alexander Burnett, who completed the construction of Crathes, began a new project, the early 17th-century reconstruction of nearby Muchalls Castle. That endeavour was completed by his son, Sir Thomas Burnett. Crathes Castle served as the ancestral seat of the Burnetts of Leys until given to the National Trust for Scotland by the 13th Baronet of Leys, Sir James Burnett in 1951. A fire damaged portions of the castle (in particular the Queen Anne wing) in 1966. Another historically important structure in this region linked to the Burnett of Leys family is Monboddo House.

    Onto our next stop was Drum Castle again stately

    Drum Castle is a castle near Drumoak in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. For centuries it was the seat of the chief of Clan Irvine. The place-name Drum is derived from Gaelic druim, 'ridge'.
    The original 13th-century tower of Drum Castle has been suggested as the work of medieval architect Richard Cementarius, who built the Bridge of Don in Old Aberdeen. It is believed to be one of the three oldest tower houses in Scotland (and notably unaltered). A large wing was added in 1619 by the 9th laird, and further alterations were made during the Victorian era.

    Dunnottar Castle (Scottish Gaelic: Dùn Fhoithear, "fort on the shelving slope") is a ruined medieval fortress located upon a rocky headland on the north-east coast of Scotland, about 3 kilometres (1.9 mi) south of Stonehaven. The surviving buildings are largely of the 15th and 16th centuries, but the site is believed to have been fortified in the Early Middle Ages. Dunnottar has played a prominent role in the history of Scotland through to the 18th-century Jacobite risings because of its strategic location and defensive strength. Dunnottar is best known as the place where the Honours of Scotland, the Scottish crown jewels, were hidden from Oliver Cromwell's invading army in the 17th century. The property of the Keiths from the 14th century, and the seat of the Earl Marischal, Dunnottar declined after the last Earl forfeited his titles by taking part in the Jacobite rebellion of 1715. The castle was restored in the 20th century and is now open to the public.
    The ruins of the castle are spread over 1.4 hectares (3.5 acres), surrounded by steep cliffs that drop to the North Sea, 50 metres (160 ft) below. A narrow strip of land joins the headland to the mainland, along which a steep path leads up to the gatehouse. The various buildings within the castle include the 14th-century tower house as well as the 16th-century palace.

    As we headed to Friokhiem, we cam across a massive Rail line with a lot of arches but as we were again on a mission I get the fly by shooting never dies justice to any of the wonderful sights..plus the other wonderful sight was a res of Daffodils growing in paddocks as we speed along, again this just doesn’t do justice to the pics and i can’t continually as John to pull up as he is so generous taking me to stops as it is.... truly there is just sso much to see so much to stop at most costing money, but also time... If you had a lifetime to just continually look I still don’t think you could do it all.....

    We are tired now, and taking in so many sights does make you very tired.... the brain and body can only take so much!

    We finally get to Friokhiem and it is a Village Paul says a 1,000 live here... They live in a new estate in from the outside a cream small bungalow, but from the inside it really is very big and just beautiful, very new and surprisingly very spacious...

    We meet Paul and Pauline as I mentioned above, in Bavaria 4 years or so ago and just hit it off with them from word go....we have been in contact ever since... Paul is English and Pauline is Maltese they meet while he was stationed with the Marines many years ago.... Pauline is a full on amazing lady who keeps us entertained the whole time, it so lovely to just sit and have a conversation with people you feel comfortable with.....

    Lots of talk, lots of wine and beer and late to bed...
    Another great day....
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  • Day 28 Ohhh Dracular and History

    15. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ☀️ 3 °C

    Sunday 15/04/2018 Peterhead The Lost Guest House Room 7

    Wooooooo how cold is this room....l we did get warm enough with the extra blanket thank goodness we had one... and Praise God there is amazing beautiful sun shinning through our window this morning warming our room like magic.... what a difference it makes with the sun out makes just to us and how we cope with this weather....

    Another bonus was the breaky here.... The whole lot was on offer, continental, plus cooked and was it good.....
    Might be an ordinary place but it has bonus’s.....

    So with breaky under our belts and a bit of a slow start, we finally head out the door st about 10.45am.... late for us, but we only have a few miles to go today.... encore we left I googled what we could do between Peterhead and Cruden Bay and it would seem there are Castle ruins not in any information sheet, or even on the tourist maps, but is on the main road map book we bought....

    We are heading to Cruden Bay as it is where John’s dad believes relatives come from. A James Cruickshank originally owned the Kilmarnock Arms Inn in Cruden Bay, it was a Temprance Hotel back in the day when you could apply for an alcohol license, he was the first to do that and it has been going strong e er since... We had planned to stay there but it was right out of our budget sadly....

    So as we drove into town there she was a large complex for its time, very neat and tidy looking.... Took some shots through the window, but kept driving to check out the sights.... as we drove on further we could see a huge church on a rise out of Town.... so off we set to Investigate all about it.... love old building a lady leaving church told us it was open if we wanted to go in, we thanked her I took some pics and we drove back to town to the Harbour area.... lovely beach across an inlet a truly beautiful beach with lovely cream SAND not rocks and heaps of people out in it enjoying the sun.... Where we pulled up in the Harbour car park Campervans could stay there for 48hrs for free, that was pretty amazing for a place like this.... Cruden Bay itself has fishing history going back centuries, plus it has been a big Golfing town since the 1800’s where people from all over came to play tournaments, still today they are playing them here..... The town itself is nothing special, a lot of homes around the golf course, and plenty of very ordinary looking homes.... you can certainly tell the older homes that have been here for centuries......

    Once we had a look there we saw a car park that said New Slains Castle this way.... so we parked up and set off on foot not knowing how far it was.... a lady with 2 chocolate labbies came along and told us it was a good 15-20 min walk.... So through a fairy forest we set off.... it had those twisted trees, a carpet of bright green vine with yellow flowers covering the ground, a little stream that was meandering next to the path most of the way to the castle.... it did open up to ploughed fliers ready to plant, plus these bunker looking brick shelters dotting the landscape that you only saw as we got higher on the path.... next to the path from here was unreal cliffs, starting where the stream went out to sea... through a craggy valley.... then from there huge drops into the ocean below with 1,000 of seagulls on the craggy rough rocks along the coastal walls hugging the cliffs.... unreal sights... then in the distance we could see this huge group it looked of buildings, the closer you got it become clear it was a massive castle ruin....

    Once there it just blew us away how big it was, filled with knocks and crannies here there and everywhere, archway, after archway you got over loaded with so many, to go through and look to the next section.... Sadly no roof and that was its demise...

    The government in the late 1800’s taxed you in the size of your roof, at one stage it was I. How many windows you had hence why so many older places have bordered up windows with bricks... in this case the roof was removed.... hence now a wreck.... at one stage in the mid 2000’s there were family members who were going to restore her into a 35 bed hotel over looking the ocean, but with the downturn the the UK economic sector it was all shelved....

    What I found on the net...... Slains Castle, also known as New Slains Castle to distinguish it from nearby Old Slains Castle, is a ruined castle in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It overlooks the North Sea from its cliff-top site 1 kilometre (0.62 mi) east of Cruden Bay. The core of the castle is a 16th-century tower house, built by the 9th Earl of Erroll. Significant reconstruction of the castle has been carried out a number of times, lastly in 1837 when it was rebuilt as a Scots Baronial mansion. At one time it had three extensive gardens, but is now a roofless ruin. Plans to restore the castle have been on hold since 2009. It is a Historic Environment Scotland Category B listed building. In 1913 the 20th Earl of Erroll sold New Slains,[1] ending more than 300 years of occupation by the family. It was purchased by Sir John Ellerman, the wealthy but secretive owner of the Ellerman Lines shipping company, who leased it out. In 1925 the roof was removed to avoid taxes,[4] and the building has deteriorated since. It is now a roofless shell, with most of the outer and inner walls standing to full height. In 2004 it was reported that the Slains Partnership was preparing plans for restoration of the building and conversion into 35 holiday apartments.[4] In August 2007 the scheme was granted outline planning permission by Aberdeenshire Council, but the plans were put on hold in 2009 due to the economic downturn.

    Its other history is it started way back .......in the Late 1800’s Bram Stocker stayed here at the Kilmarnock Arms, visited the Castle a number of times and found his inspiration for his story about Dracula’s.......

    Enough about the place other than wow it was unreal to see and so, so interesting that it’s not advertised anywhere other than when you goggle or in the village!

    So back to the Kilmarnock Arms for Lunch a Salmon and cream cheese sandwich shared.... very tasty fresh salmon straight from the Scottish waters.....

    While at lunch I wandered around and found old pictures plus a letter with a James Cruickshank signature in it... John was busy on the net researching about the connection and he is starting to think that maybe just maybe we aren’t part of this Cruickshank family?..... on looking he found heaps of John CRUICKSHANK’s born around the time of his Grandfather also John Cruickshank, who came from Scotland to Australia... Johns Dad was his only Son and his dad was 50 when he was born.....

    So I suggested to John let’s go to the cemetery, the one at St James and see if any CRUICKSHANK’s are buried there.... and yep after a look around we found James CRUICKSHANK who we think was the a Kilmarnock Arms hotel owner was buried along with his wife in this very cemetery.....
    Are they related most probably, but the dates and names don’t seem to go with when John’s grandfather was Born.... so more investigation is required.
    While here I had a look inside the church and it had the whole history of it starting back in 1104 very early history, it has been replaced a number of times of the years to the present day building, but what was fascinating was that in 2012 it celebrated its 1,000 year just mind blowing, we are amazed at 100-200 yrs at hime but 1,000 yrs is just amazing.....

    so with all this info and the fact we couldn’t find anymore info we headed for home, stopping to see some sights we spotted on the way this AM..... one sight I so wanted to stop at but just knew it would work now was the Hairy Cooows I saw this morning with the sun on them they looked great this morning but this arvo they are in the shadows and I can’t get close enough for a good pic.... so sadly defeated here.... Checked our this huge tower thing very hard to find a driveway to it.... it was built in early 1930’s for what reason we dint know but not many go to it now and it really is a wonderful structure to view... then down to a light house we spotted, and another wonderful old harbour....

    Had a quick look at these then back to our hotel... I found a heater down stairs so used it to keep us warm... they did put in the oil heaters for an hour as a token I am guessing then no more.... so, so glad I got the heater.... Dinner at the Waverley Inn a pub up the street, good meal, far too much to eat 2 meals for £10 not a bad deal...lol mind you one meal would have done...

    Our day has come to an end...the weather temp has dropped a strong wind has come up and thick, thick fog.... it changes so quickly....
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  • Day 27 How the views change!

    14. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

    Saturday 14/04/2018 Peterhead The Lost Guest House Room 7

    A huge day again, and a late start thanks to me.... Finding too much to do each day before we leave, down loading pics, blog, and making Sure I have my alone time with The Lord... need to sort things a bit better I think....

    So today we head to Peterhead, leaving behind the mountain ranges and as it turned out into a lot of good pasture land... seems a lot of crops are grown North East Coast of Scotland...
    we went through village after village each one slightly different than the last, each having its own identity.... Some of the fishing villages had the bricks of the sides of the houses painted each house a different colour I wouldn’t like it myself but did look affective... We stopped at Fort George near Inverness shame we didn’t have time to see it, as it is a working Army Base huge and looked intriguing.... very different as it was mostly surrounded by huge mounds of grassed banks to conceal what it really looked like with cannon ports all around it.... very defensive set up.... What we did notice as we drove up this side of the country was the sheer number of really beautiful golf courses unreal that a huge town had one, one after the other some only a few miles apar but each one unreal in itself.... you could go from village to village for days playing golf...l and not be disappointed with the views on any..l also up this way is a huge amount of caravan parks especially on the coastline .... all with those horrible green cabins that look like you could set sail in them.... some cream but mostly green and a yukky green it is....

    So back to the trip next stop was Brodie Castle at Forres privately owned but set up for visitors with a cafe etc.... we only had again a quick look then into the next....

    Stopped at Burghead to see an old Fort but turns out they are still escalating the site from the 1700’s still the ute little harbour and the visitor centre lookout was interesting to look at plus they had a huge big old boat called Macduff that had character about it...

    A stop at a little seaside village for lunch at a hotel by the sea, had a lovely lunch of Chicken strips, Joh had Nachos again and payed for it well and truly... but a good choice to stop....

    Next stop near Elgin was to see Spynie Palace Spynie Palace, also known as Spynie Castle, was the fortified seat of the Bishops of Moray for about 500 years. The founding of the palace dates back to the late 12th Century. It is situated at Grid Ref NJ 230658, about 500m from the location of the first officially settled Cathedral Church of the Diocese of Moray, in present-day Spynie Churchyard. For most of its occupied history, the castle was not described as a palace — this term first appeared in the Registry of Moray in a writ of 1524. Now of course a ruin but in the most peaceful setting and today the SUN is OUT so the birds are cheeping merrily and the place just looked and felt so peaceful to be at.... could have spent ages just sitting here and taking it in...
    But no onto the next as we made our way north east... this Stop took us to Elgin Cathedral... Elgin Cathedral is a historic ruin in Elgin, Moray, north-east Scotland. The cathedral—dedicated to the Holy Trinity—was established in 1224 on land granted by King Alexander II outside the burgh of Elgin and close to the River Lossie. It replaced the cathedral at Spynie, 3 kilometres (1.9 mi) to the north, that was served by a small chapter of eight clerics. The new and bigger cathedral was staffed with 18 canons in 1226 and then increased to 23 by 1242. After a damaging fire in 1270, a rebuilding programme greatly enlarged the building. It was unaffected by the Wars of Scottish Independence but again suffered extensive fire damage in 1390 following an attack by Robert III's brother Alexander Stewart, Earl of Buchan, also known as the Wolf of Badenoch. In 1402 the cathedral precinct again suffered an incendiary attack by the followers of the Lord of the Isles. The number of clerics required to staff the cathedral continued to grow, as did the number of craftsmen needed to maintain the buildings and surrounds. The number of canons had increased to 25 by the time of the Scottish Reformation in 1560, when the cathedral was abandoned and its services transferred to Elgin's parish church of St Giles. After the removal of the lead that waterproofed the roof in 1567, the cathedral steadily fell into decay. Its deterioration was arrested in the 19th century, by which time the building was in a substantially ruinous...

    Today we encountered our first bus load of tourist all French and all extremely elderly with no manners about them at all... seeing a bus tour from the other side is interesting they all feel they have the run if things especially their tour leaders.... guess that’s why you pay the bucks to be on one... it does have advantages like accessing sites quicker...

    We had a really good look around, climbing I heard one women say 85 little spiral stairs to the top of a tower then I climbed down looking for John only he was in another tower that was joined to the one I had been in so guess what I had to do climb back up over half the steps again then more in the next tower had my cardio work out today as I had climbed heaps at Spynie Palace as well....

    Anyway worth the effort to see the views over Elgin and the Cathedral....
    Our time was moving on it was now 3pm...
    So up the coastal route we went as much as we could until we realised it was getting very late and had a way to go..lol Accidentally we found this Amazing 17th century old harbour unreal to see how protective it was from the elements.....

    So msn villages so much to take in and see and we jus couldn’t do it all.....

    We finally arrived at our guest house not far from the main harbour you can smell the fish.... it seems to be in a bit of a rough area of Peterhead... our room is big very big.... but is very, very cold and no they agent put the heating on in here and it’s freezing really freezing... we finally had our Chinese dinner but after such a long wait we were both disappointed you either get great Chinese or not great Chinese ours was the later,.... flavourless to say the least.... such a shame... had a walk around the streets near us seems we are very close to the towns centre I would guess we are in a suburb as I think Peterhead is very big....

    We had to pinch a quilt off the spare bed yep 2 beds in this room wow, fortunately it had a spare bed to get the quilt or we would be ice blocks in the AM.... under the blankets we went and was as warm as toast thank goodness for small mercies....

    Tomorrow we head to Cruden Bay where Johns relatives originate from.....
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  • Day 26 Castles sites & the Isle of Syke

    13. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 6 °C

    Friday 13/04/2018 Dingwell The Royal Guest House Room 35

    Up really early today to get away as a big day ahead of us.... had the breaky did my own today so not to upset the tummy, seemed to work...

    Set off for Eileen Donna Castle first up.... sadly the day is another dreary fog filled day again........
    went through Strathpeffer again today, Jane Parker grew up here, and we stayed here 2 years ago.... Shame we didn’t have time to stop.....
    back to Eilean Donan Castle..... having seen her 2 years ago on the Bus trip but at a distance she has alluded me to the point I must see her close up.... so today I finally get to do that and she didn’t disappoint at all...... The bridge across sets her scene drawing you in, once inside the outside parts aren’t as amazing g as I had thought they would be, but her inside was unreal, done up and I tact since her last refurb....
    The name Eilean Donan, or island of Donan, is most probably called after the 6th century Irish Saint, Bishop Donan who came to Scotland around 580 AD. There are several churches dedicated to Donan in the area and it is likely that he formed a small cell or community on the island during the late 7th century. For the best part of 200 years, the stark ruins of Eilean Donan lay neglected, abandoned and open to the elements, until Lt Colonel John Macrae-Gilstrap bought the island in 1911. Along with his Clerk of Works, Farquar Macrae, he dedicated the next 20 years of his life to the reconstruction of Eilean Donan, restoring her to her former glory. The castle was rebuilt according to the surviving ground plan of earlier phases and was formally completed in the July of 1932.

    So with that little bit of background history, now for my views.... The part of the tour I loved the most was how they had done up the kitchen, with model maids, props of food, cats, mice, dead bunnies, birds, etc the whole thing was just so well displayed you could feel yourself step back in time to watch them prepare the days feast.... sadly our time came to an end after looking inside and out and getting as many outs as possible....

    Then off to the Isle of Skye, first stop was Castle Moil a ruin we also saw 2 years ago, Hoping to get closer but once closer realised she was on a small Island so a couple of pics and off we go....

    The Island herself is really not that pretty, and after what would appear she has been pretty much covered with snow everything hasn’t sprung to life yet...... so dead looking but also awe inspiring with her craggy Mountains and low valleys. snow still dotted on her mountains, and water flowing in streams and off her hills as the snow melts.... just awesome to see....

    We make our way up the East coastline falling up an unreal old bridge at Sligachan turns out this must a very popular spot as there heaps of photographers all dotted on the small rise opposite the bridge, many you could tell were professional with all their gear set up, tripods in place and a look down their noses at an amateur like me.... still I didn’t let it stop me and proceeded to move around them to get my shots... as I am entitled to take ours just like them... no sign that said otherwise.... The scene at the Bridge was unreal with a huge snow capped mountain in the background... a fast flowing stream and small waterfall from the melted snow... to be honest my ours certainly didn’t show how unreal it did look, I am sure those professionals pics did though.... ohh well can’t get it all... I am happy with my lot for at the end of the day they really are only for me....

    Onwards to Portree for lunch, seeing unreal coastline, houses dotted along the coastline as we drive north. Rivers and streams running into the ocean, massive mountains going into the sea, huge ranges to drive over all adding to the spectacular views as we drive in...

    Once at Portree we drive around looking for a park spotting some people standing outside a fish and chip shop decided that’s what we will do for lunch... found the park and then down the very high steps down to the street below to the fish and chip shop.... there was still another level below this and 2 levels above us where the homes sat..... getting our lunch we sat on a seat on the edge of a 15 ft drop hoping not to fall over we gobbled down the very hot yummy fish.... sitting with the freezing cold air around us.... brrrrr.....

    One thing I keep forgetting to mention is the sheer number of BnB’s, Guesthouses, Lodges and Hostels in Scotland it really is mind boggling just the sheer number of them wherever we go.... we will ask our friends when we stay with them about it.... Tourism must be No1 business here I am sure.....

    Finishing lunch we walk around the street discovering like every small town a number of charity shops they all have more than one.... so a look in all then onto to the car to head over the mountains a different way from Portree to Glengrasco to Uhinish or not quite there but close the turn off was just before back along a very narrow road up in the very high mountains..... the views were just unreal.... you could see from just the shirt time we are here for the adventure seeker The Isle of Skye would meet their needs with mountain climbing, photography, skiing and of course hiking.... massive mountain as that draw people to explore and valleys to walk along.... I am guessing in a few weeks it might look very different to know....

    Off the Island our last stop was Urqhart Castle sadly it was closing time so we had a look over the car park fence down into it.... We saw it from the water 2 years ago now from above... one day maybe close up....

    Got my shots then off home it’s been a huge day, didn’t get back until nearly 7 pm, still daylight so not too bad.... Again a tin of soup plan was to phone the family.... but just too tired so off to bed we went just after 9pm....
    We leave again tomorrow head to Johns family history area Cruden Bay staying at Petershead not far from it....

    My wing for staying here was that they not once come into our room and it was part of the deal, rubbish is piled up and not that I mind making the bed but nothing was done I had to nick next door to the breakfast room to collect more tea and coffee... and the rooms walls paper thin you could hear everything all the other rooms where doing ......l so not a lot of sleep here, still the bed was comfortable and great shower so can’t have it all.....
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  • Day 25

    12. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Thursday 12/04/2018 The Royal Guest House Dingwell Room 35

    Slow start to our day, the breaky here is a very, very basic continental..... breads, cereals and coffee and teas....
    Most of which is an issue... I had a piece of toast and silly me a crompet... silly mistake... this bread stuff is killing me have to stop trying to eat it...

    So after the killing meal, we set off for Inverness to a Laundromat... been over a week since we washed so best do some...

    It was very close to the CBD bonus, so we parked in a Tesco shopping centre across the road from the Laundromat very convenient indeed.... Went to go in when John realised he left his wallet back in the hotel.... So I had to be the money man today.... Fortunately the lady at the Laundromat gave out change or there is no way we could do the washing.... a Laundromat here are real little business unlike home... they do people’s washing, ironing and big jobs... ours at home could be making more money if they do it how there done in the UK... but most people tend to live in little units here and may not have a washing machine in it and work long hours so convenient to have someone do it for you... at a cost.... The washing machines even though if you think £4 isn’t a lot that equates to $8 we did 2 loads yesterday as had a lot of whites and then £4 to get them dry and still not all totally dry that’s just cost us $24.... good thing we are making it stretch as long between washes as possible... I have always tried to do it by hand when travelling but it just doesn’t get the smells out of them totally so hence why doing by machine.... while they were washing we shot up the Main Street to find a cuppa and a Tourist Info Centre... Couldn’t find it but John, scored with a Macca’s Coffee, still not as good as our Maccas coffee not McCafe here yet....
    Quickly back to take out our washing loaded up the drier, set off again to find that info centre, finally found they had moved.... we were using google to find it and google hadn’t kept up....
    Very helpful people I was loaded with heaps on Scotland to find places to go, but after leaving and heading back to our washing realised I forgot to get info on here....

    With our washing finished we went back to the car, shifted it as they could only be there for 2 hours and ours was nearly up, found a new spot then set off to discover Inverness..... wandered along the river banks taking pics of old church’s, the walk bridge and a few other sites.... We found a huge shopping centre wow, not really the plan, then set off to find the Victoria Markets..... Once found we realised it was mainly tourist type stuff and many of the shops were closed up, so things weren’t doing so well in the Markets.... looks like it needs to reinvent itself or it will totally die...

    Realising that we needed to get back to the car the plan was to shift it and keep looking go to the castle etc.... only as we were heading back looking at the snow capped peaks in the distance we decided to try and find where they were.... So off we set by nose as we couldn’t work out in what area they really were.... driving Ali g the little back roads it was lunch time so decided to pull into the Good Inn with as advertised good food good service.... it was a lovely quite little pub with only a few people in it! 2 guys who had eaten and a group of 3 ladies just ordering .... we sat and sat then I walked over to the counter to ask if I could please have a menu... The rude man looking very angry at me starts pounding his pen into the sign on the Bench in front of me....we had to wait to be seated and served.... so the sign did say...... but with only 5 people in the Inn you would think he wouldn’t be so pedantic about it... guess he is.... either way he was very, very rude, so I said to him thank you but it would appear you don’t want our business we will be going... I went straight back to a John and said we are not staying here and off we went... I was actually shaking inside as his demina had really upset me... the way he hit his pen in front of me made me really upset he was so angry at me all for asking for a menu, his Good Inn, good food, good service sign was rubbish... so off we set to find the snow....

    As we headed through the villages we saw a Mausoleum sign so ducked off to find it... never did find it but as it was in an old grave yard with a quaint old building like a church, but had no real door as such, so I am thinking it was the mausoleum itself....

    Took some pics back in the car and off we set towards Beauly, back taking a smaller back road into the hills.... Happened upon another quaint inn and hit the jackpot, great meal the best I have had in Scotland, Scollops... and great service from a young English lass as they say...turns out her grandparents own the Inn and she is working for them before she starts collage.
    It was in kinda a funny spot not a lot around d it except for an old church next door all over grown around, it and on the inside it was now a hay shed..... very sad to see it as it was, but must say it made a great shed the stone walls were really thick.... anyway we worked out Inn was mainly used by walkers there were walking tracks everywhere here according to their info book in the restaurant.
    Feed and watered it was now 3 pm , so we just headed on stopping for great sites to take ours off. Finding along the way old bridge and finally found my Hairy Cooooow that was a Bull.... the snow capped peaks were still a bit of a distance so change of plan to head back via the Abbey in Beauly....

    The weather today had been so sunny crisp and clear, but very, very cold... when we had spotted the snow Capped Mountains we through maybe it had fallen last night, but we found out no it’s been there the whole time getting less and less. The reason we didn’t see it yesterday was the thick fog all day.... huhhh how dumb are we....

    Took our time in Beauly to see the Abbey..... Beauly Priory was a Valliscaulian monastic community located at "Insula de Achenbady", now Beauly, Inverness-shire. It was probably founded in 1230. They had to take a vow of silence.... It is not the best documented abbey, and few of the priors of Beauly are known by name until the 14th century. It became Cistercian on April 16, 1510, after the suppression of the Valliscaulian Order by the Pope. The priory was gradually secularized, and ruled by a series of commendatory abbots. The priory's lands were given over to the bishop of Ross by royal charter on October 20, 1634. The ruins today are still extensive and are one of the main visitor attractions in Inverness-shire. It is protected as a scheduled monument.... little did we know that...

    Once we finished looking we headed back to our hotel/guesthouse as it’s called. No plans to go out so looks like soup in the Can cooked in the kettle again....

    Worked fine once more..... so very tired today not sure why....
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  • Day 24 The day is Oppresive

    11. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ⛅ 7 °C

    Wednesday 11/04/2018 The Royal Guest House Dingwell Room 35

    Up an organised we are gathering so many bits and pieces as we are travelling with our little grocery bags etc that taking our stuff to the car is not just one trip now, plus the fact for some reason we get the top floor of each hotel usually they have 2-3 or 4 floors and only a couple have had lifts. This one we are on the top floor of 3 with more than 3 flights of steps, so hauling our big suitcases up and down has become a real trail or if we look at it as a good exercise regime....... we are trying for the latter to make us think positive....
    poor John cops the heavy stuff I tend to over balance if I try to carry the big bags up.... if I used my brain I would pack a little suitcase for every night, but by the time you try and do that in the back if the car it’s just as easy to Bring the lot.... I know one trip we did and this was with the boys I used to pack 3 days worth in a smaller bag, it did work but took organisation... and I will admit with the weather so cold it’s easier to just garb the suitcases...

    Anyway enough analogy for one day!

    Had our ok breaky and saw the guy from Yeppoon as we were heading off! So said farewell wish him safe journeys.... then headed north... The views past the Geo Park were stunning and as we wound our way through the mountains from West to East it was not too bad.... So many isolated homes hidden in valleys or in open plains.... they looked so lonely standing but themselves far from others... We saw a heard of Deer hard to tell they were there except for their white behinds, as they melted into the landscape being the same colour... it was a real camouflage to be honest.... their behinds were their only give away... Lots of little streams meandering along the landscape. Tiny patches of melting snow dotted here and there and rivers that were heading out to sea, as we came across from West to East the rivers were now running East... by the time we hit the East it was really awful unimpressive countryside. There had been a heavy fog since we left Ullapool that has followed us the whole way across... and by the time we hit the East Coast it really had a heavy oppressive feel to it... made everything look so dead, boring and lifeless..... when I say heavy right to the ground the whole way didn’t lift at all all day!

    We did spot this massive Castle overlooking a river on the other side of the river to us... it was huge.. and when we pulled up to go to a public loo funny enough there was the history of this Castle which was a number of miles back down the road... turns out it has been lived in for centuries, but is now you will never guess it, but now a Youth Hostel... they said on the info board it was the only Castle Youth Hostel in the UK... it as massive, not sure why it is a youth hostel and what people would spend the time around here doing, must be something it also seemed very isolated so not sure how the people came and went from It, very intriguing indeed!

    To be honest even the housing over here has lost any lustre they aren’t painted white like the West Coast side, they were now mid to dark stone or brick very OPPRESSIVE.... we did a small divert to kill time as it didn’t take us as long as we thought to get to this side, so we headed to Invergordon a small coastal village... This appeared to be where they worked and we think make the massive Oil Rigs.... plus you could see a large number of them out from the mainland in what we are gathering as part of the Northern Oil fields.... on a sunny day they may have looked unreal but today with the heavy fog they looked so awful and lifeless.....

    Had a cuppa at a tourist shop in an odd spot at the wharf area.... Not sure why it would have been here but you could have been fully kitted out with all the gear from Kilt to shirt and everything to be dressed as a Scotsman... They had the cheapest and nicest array of goodies on display we have found yet... and all tucked away from the main areas of town... looks like they get lots of buses pull up here, as it was morning tea time and we needed a break we decided to make use of their cheap goodies and cuppas....

    Off down the road where we spot a big yellow structure that turns out to be a centuries old Store house for grains back in the day... They said in the info there were 100’s that dotted the landscape all over the place but this one is the last fully intact and well preserved one left... interesting to read, inside it had displays of wild life here some facts about how it was used, and a big display about Clans their importance and a big display on the Munroe Clan.... we had a look inside their very well stocked huge deli and they had a really lovely restaurant shame we had just eaten the menu here looked fantastic....

    So off we set on our last leg to Dingwell, a small village again, when I say small probably the size of Bilo... we are staying in an old hotel/pub that’s been done up as a guest house, and yep heaps of stairs to climb, with creaky floor boards. Our room is small yet very comfortable just been revamped so looked fresh and clean... it is really a rabbit warren with hallways going here and there... Our lovey and she was lovely receptionist sadly was missing most of her bottom teeth so it made her look unkept. But she was very helpful and had us sorted in no time.
    We did the car unpacking in stages today with so many stairs... a bit every couple of hours... with no much space it was tricky to put our gear in the room without over crowding it... again we used the window sill as our fridge it seems to be doing the trick keeping most stuff pretty cool.... we have done this wherever possible as with no fridges in the UK it’s the only way of keeping cool... had a few things die a miserable death with not having regular constant cooling....

    A look around the village.... while doing so overheard a heap of locals having a discussion about how the council is looking at charging to park their cars.... they were all very upset and had a petition going to stop the nonsense as it would turn people away....from past experience when councils plan something like this usually the residents don’t get a say even if they do voice their objections!

    A kebab for a late lunch which was so huge I could get 3 days out if it, but sadly it upset my tummy very badly so guessing I won’t be getting 3 days out of it.... So with such a late dinner and being so cold here we stayed in and I heated a can of tomato soup up in the kettle..... worked a treat.

    Another day down I hope tomorrow’s weather is a little more sunny, another day if dreary and we will be getting depression.... I bet depression rates due to the weather conditions here in the UK are high!!!
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  • Day 23 Another of day of great views!

    10. april 2018, Skotland ⋅ ☀️ 7 °C

    Tuesday Caledonian Hotel Room 304

    Wow the cold today is cutting....
    From the moment we got up we could see that it was windy outside.... had our in-house breakfast nothing fantastic but did have porridge so gave that a go... it did seem to be ok so here’s hoping I am onto something!

    Meet a fellow while sitting in the front sun room of the hotel, nice chap, an English man he was interested to find out about our travels and what we were doing. He was working but enjoying the great view from the sun room, so work didn’t seem as boring!

    Took it slow getting going today didn’t leave the hotel until after 11am, then set off on foot to discover the town. And the wind blew and the chill factor off it was really cutting... I just love Ullapool’s ambiance so quaint like off a movie set.. all the houses crisp white bar a few....
    We headed straight for the port to check it out with the big fishing boats in, reminded us of our brother in law Joe and his hard work of being a fisherman!

    We discovered we could have gone over to the Isle of Lewis from here on the huge ferry, just looking what we could have seen over there looked so interesting, but time is against us with so much to see and do already.... If this trip was just about the UK we could have spent longer here, and I. truth there is nothing stopping us e. Dot our plan and the fact we have the lease car to pick up which will be left had drive... this is picked up on the 1st from London then we drive over to France going on the. Chunnel and all that’s booked, so yes we do have a shedule after all...

    After a look around, discovering lots of cute homes, a huge Caravan Park right on the open beach front where the wind was howling through.... there was even a cotton tent someone had up I kept thinking how cold they must be, brave souls..... as we walked through we saw the prices sign to stay here and after seeing in the back if a Motorhome the other day it’s daily price of £69 pp per day we took that and then you add in the cost of staying in parks and they charge a driver fee again for electricity plus any other person and on and on their fees went we realised that staying in hotels even eating out and the hire car we are still ahead.... So expensive to do motorhomes here!!

    Had a lovely cuppa in a lovely coffee shop unreal to see all their goodies laid out on a bench where you pick what you want and take it up to the counter where it’s charged for haven’t been anywhere it is quite done like this!

    Once we had a break we found a couple of 2nd hand stores I could have gone mad in one of them... then a across the Street was a Vinnies type shop and yep scored 2 warm tops as mine aren’t as warm as I want to be! I can do a swap later and get rid of a couple of mine!

    Then off to buy a sausage roll for lunch and into the car for a drive around town to check it out a bit more... only after the first street we headed up the hill leading out of town to see the view and somehow kept getting drawn further and further north to see more sights as they came into view... Wow was this trip worth doing as we discovered a Geo Park entrance sign after spotting an amazing mountain in the distance with low cloud around it like a halo.... so on we went like the pied piper drawing us further and further into his lair.... the scenery again so different to yesterday’s but still spectacular. Loch after Loch at least 5-6 from small to large ones dotted the landscape huge rugged Cragie Mountains with low hanging clouds just blew us away... then the sea came into view and at times it was what is sea and what is a Loch with Lochs becoming sea as their waters made its way to sea by way of little run offs.... so amazing how it all worked together in its eco system... again quaint little homes coming into view in what seemed so remote. Sheep everywhere, we met Donald a ram who had 4 horns 2 curly ones and 2 long pointy ones funny fellow he looked... A beach cove that obviously gets used heaps of cars parked, goodness knows how they could use it so, so cold.... A few cafes here and there for the tourist, and heaps of BnB’s and accomodation homes to hire. BnBs were just everywhere even all over Ullapool must be big business here. The little places we went through were Achnahaird, Altandhu, Polbain.... The huge Volcanic looking Mountain was called Stac Polliaidh, now say those names....

    Sadly we had to head back to town finishing our look around the streets, they have a pretty big health centre here but no hospital that we could see... found a Tesco and even a Chinese take away....

    So what to do for dinner? Well decision made we decided to go to the Bar here for a burger as that’s all they serve! Good choice it turned out as we meet another Aussie couple who it turns out were from Yeppoon.... small world! Julie and Rob he works for National Parks and Fisheries he was a fisherman himself until he couldn’t fight the government rule changers to Fishing in Qld so decided to go for a job with the rule makers themselves and loves his job very much!
    They are travelling in the opposite direction to us for 6 weeks then head home! It was great to talk to like minded people and same ages... not saying talking to others from other countries isn’t as interesting it’s more so, it just felt comfortable talking similar talk knowing the places we were discussing... and for Julie talking to her it would seem we are both Dr Kaverjits patients in Yeppoon funny old world!

    Our conversations came to end so off to bed, tomorrow we start heading back down the East Coast if the UK... another day where all my sense have been filled... How blessed a life I have. Thank you Lord!
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