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    • Day104

      113ème étape ~ Nottingham

      November 14, 2022 in England ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

      Et voilà que nous avons découvert la fameuse ville de Nottingham.
      Nous avons eu l’honneur de rencontrer Robin des Bois devant le château de Nottingham.
      Le shérif ne devait pas traîner dans les parages.
      Nous avons aussi été boire un verre dans un Kitty Café.
      De manière générale, nous n’avons pas vraiment apprécié cette journée. Nottingham n’a rien d’exceptionnel. Et le kitty café était un peu décevant. Les chats ne sont pas très sociaux. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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      Barbara Zanutel

      en effet il a pas l'air très sympa

      11/15/22Reply
      Toietmoiegalvoyage

      C’était un des plus gentils 😂😱

      11/15/22Reply
      Traveler

      selon moi il est de mauvais humeur

      11/17/22Reply
       
    • Day14

      Nottingham felt weirdly like home

      September 9, 2022 in England ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

      I went to Nottingham because of a family connection - one of those stories where genealogy gets overgrown with mythology, like lichen on a gravestone. What started as a researched story about my paternal family's connection to the Nottingham lace industry sort of became in my imagination a deep ancestral connection stretching back to the crusades.

      So maybe I was primed to connect with the place before I had even arrived there, no matter what it was like.

      But it really was EXACTLY my taste. We started our morning there going for a swim at our host's posh corporate gym, a converted railway station with a massive underground shower / changing / locker room. (The only thing I've ever seen like this were the showers at the Hilton in Queenstown where, frankly, I could happily return when I become a spontaneous millionaire, or at least when I get hired to act as caretaker of its hedge maze when it gets snowed in. This tangent was a reference to "The Shining.")

      We went for coffee at an outlet for 200° - Nottingham's local roastery. This was exquisitely good coffee, matching the Australian standard and perhaps even surpassing it. I did find it strange to see the local hipsters ordering a "flat white" as if it was the most stylish thing ever. Strewth. It's bloody International Roast mate! But 200 ° was like much of Nottingham some red brick industrial building happily repurposed, its original aesthetic touches now gratefully displayed.

      Stu and I went for a walk along the canals, looking at the whole Lace Market district and even doing a little shopping at Marks and Spencer.

      There were flowers laid on the steps of Council House for Queen Elizabeth, and posters of her face everywhere. I saw that one had been smashed. Former Prime Minister and interview darling Kevin Rudd was on British television giving an eloquent colonial viewpoint on the tragedy.

      Elizabeth's death has been accompanied by no shock at all. In fact, the death of Olivia Newton-John back home was a bigger shock. We've all been doing preparatory grieving for years now. If I were writing this as a fantasy story, I'd probably have King Charles dying within a year of his accession, but then I have the typically sadistic imagination of any fantasy author.

      That evening, our host Luke was convening his LGBTQIA+ Christian group at St Andrews Church with Castle Gate. Stuart was to be a guest speaker. I didn't want to go, and in fact had a full on freak out about going which left me a wreck. I had been so uneasy about Luke, a stranger, offering us free accommodation on the strength of him liking Stuart's book, only to find myself standing at a Church door feeling pressured to go in. And I really lost my shit.

      It was a horrible night after that. I walked around until I didn't feel upset anymore. Talking to Stuart about it later, I realised that I had been "triggered" - a word that gets thrown about so casually, but actually represents something quite devastating. I'm scared of being recruited into a religion. I'm scared of being love bombed and won over and broken down. And I was so far from home, I didn't have anywhere safe to go to, just this Christian man's house. I've stayed in a three houses now for free accommodation from fans of Stuart's book; it gets harder each time. I'm not sure how I'll handle the publication of his memoir. Maybe I'll invest in a Romani caravan and follow him around the world on that, I don't know.

      Every holiday it seems I have some really shitty moment, and my panic attack at the doors of a Church in Nottingham was this holiday's shitty moment. I toyed briefly with the idea of abandoning Find Penguins because my inner goblin now was pointing out (with a factual air that was very Kevin Rudd) that all travel was irremediably ruined forever. But what would my inner goblin know? And what would Kevin Rudd know for that matter?

      I asked the next morning if we could just move on to York one day early. Stuart was more than amenable. I had scared him with my freak out, and frankly I had scared myself too, walking off in a strange city.

      I love Nottingham - I want to go back there - but maybe not the religious side of it. If anything, Nottingham struck me as kind of countercultural and irreligious - and certainly very multicultural. There was melanin here that was almost absent from Surrey. And for all the scruffiness of its architecture, the streets were clean - clean of litter, of pigeon-shit, of takeaway containers, of cigarette butts. Clean! Livable! Growing! This place wasn't a repository of yesterday's dreams, excepting the dream of renewal. I felt it giving me energy somehow. I felt so weirdly at home.
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      Traveler

      Wow I love this picture!

      9/11/22Reply
      Traveler

      I didn't go there for the beauty... but there was beauty!

      9/11/22Reply
      Traveler

      Love this!

      9/11/22Reply
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    • Nov27

      Nottingham💛🎄

      November 27, 2021 in England ⋅ 🌧 3 °C

      Een tripje naar Nottingham✨ Het was erg koud, want het had net gesneeuwd in de ochtend. Het was een erg gezellig dag, aangezien we met 13 (!) mensen op stap waren😊 Nottingham is een leuk stadje met een mooi kasteel en een grote kerstmarkt 🎄Read more

      Traveler

      het ziet er inderdaad heel gezellig uit al helemaal in de kerstsfeer. Heb je ook een pannekoek gegeten, of lust je ze nog steeds niet? liefs

      12/2/21Reply
      Traveler

      Zeker. Ik heb geen pannenkoek gegeten, maar die lust ik wel haha

      12/2/21Reply
       
    • Day19

      Reisetag und Warhammer World

      September 14, 2022 in England ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

      Auf dem Weg von den Dales nach Cambridge einen Halt gemacht in der Warhammer World in Nottingham! Riesige Dioramen, tausende Figuren , Max am Staunen, die große Suche nach dem ‚Assasin‘ - leider ohne Erfolg. Dann weiter nach Cambridge in unser bnb mit riesigem Bett, indischem takeaway und einer Folge Lewis!Read more

    • Day9

      Birdlip to Painswick, June 7

      June 7, 2018 in England ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

      The Royal George just about did us in.

      Food was OK, but we both felt a bit under the weather this AM. Arlene was worse than I was, but she ate more of the hollandaise sauce than I did. At least it is not food poisoning, just an upset stomach.

      We had a so-so breakfast at 0700, out the door by 0800 and walking downhill. The way out of town was a bit pecarious as we had to walk along a narrow and curvy road until we reached the trailhead. Cars were hauling and we had a very uneven shoulder to navigate....we both made it.

      The trail immediately started downhill (oh, what a delight, but we would pay dearly later) and was a very woodsy trail. I recall what happens to the first walker in the morning that walks a woodsy trail...yep, a face full of spider webs and my hat was covered.

      After a few minutes, we stopped as Arlene wanted to check out a side trail so I sat on a rock (being the patient person that I am), and up the trail trots a red fox. We saw each other about the same time and the fox did a 360 as casually as a thief in a jewelry store. Nice surprise so early in the morning.

      We continued along the woodsy walk seeing a deer jump in front of us and I flushed a pheasant out of the bushes. Scared me out of my second skin and Arlene got to view his upward flight while I was ducking for cover.

      We passed some great views through the trees of the valley below and really enjoyed the cool morning air.

      A local running club must have had a 1/2 marathon utilizing the trail, and started such that the runners were running south to north (we are walking north to south). We noticed many, many temporary trail markers providing directions and from the looks of the muddy footprints in the trail, the runners were covered in mud from head to foot. The one part of the trail they did not run up (but we walked up) was the portion to the top of Coopers Hill. This would have been a killer as it did us in.

      Amazing what a short break and a sip of water will do for the recovery after a hard effort.

      So we continued after the brief recovery stop, walking through a golf course that had posted signs "traverse at your own risk". That gave us pause, but then we saw no golfers, so across the fairway we motored, getting to the far side, to the service road which took us away from the course and down into Painswick.

      We are at the Troy House B & B for two nights and our hosts are very nice and accommodating. Dinner reservations are made, they are doing our laundry and there is an honor system for beer and snacks in the quite large room that we have. Arlene is enjoying a well deserved nap and I am not too far from that as well. After the rest day tomorrow, we finish with six straight days of walking. I can imagine that they will be walks to remember.

      We have been very weather fortunate so far, but the forecast is not looking quite so accommodating for a dry walk into Bath next Thursday. We shall see.

      Dinner tonight.was at the Cardynham Bistro in Painswick. It came highly recommended and it deserves its appraisal. Garlic toast as an appetizer was hot, soft and delicious. The main course of beef stroganoff, the house specialty, was the best I've had in years (we both enjoyed the same thing), and to wrap up the meal, the sticky toffee pudding was truly outstanding. Now to let things settle down as tomorrow arrives too quickly with a full stomach.
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    • Day65

      Sherwood Forest day 65 Tue 26 Jun 2018

      June 26, 2018 in England ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

      Slept in to 8.45am then ate cereal we carried from London and away by 10.30am. Walked to Nottingham Castle about 2.5 kilometres away. Joined the 11.30am historical walking tour hosted by an accomplished period actor. We learnt that during the life of the original castle it was overthrown once by King Richard who then went on to reclaim his crown from his brother John. This Castle was destroying by the people of Nottingham who were loyal to the King rather than allow Cromwell to have the use of the Fort. Later a Ducal Palace was erected which in turn was destroyed by a mob angry because the owner had helped prevent the introduction of voting for the people. We then toured the underground passageway leading downhill to the Nottingham city centre. The passage was cut through soft conglomerate sandstone with windows that may have been defensive arrow slots on the original Castle. Lunch in England’s oldest inn 1189AD. Walked back to the granny flat in 29 degree heat, and then drove to the Sherwood Forest Visitor’s Centre, Walked all three of the marked trails bringing the day walking distance to over 16.5 kilometres. The Major Oak is believed to be over 1000 years old and there were many other old oaks that were regenerating. The area was full of grey squirrels. I photographed a reddish squirrel on a fence just before we left. Dinner in a pub in nearby town. Then back to Nottingham for wine with Val before returning to the granny flat.Read more

    • Day64

      To Nottingham day 64 Mon 25 Jun 2018

      June 25, 2018 in England ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

      Another fine day.Slept in to 8 am, then had breakfast at Nent Hall Country Hotel and began the 186 mile road trip about 10:45 am. Very scenic landscape as we drove through the Pennines. The remainder of the drive was on motorways without anything to look at as you travel along . The Tom Tom took us directly to our accommodation in Nottingham. It was a granny flat in a concrete backyard close to the city. We managed to top up Yvonne’s phone so it could be used till the end of the trip on the way there. Drove to Val Mayer’s house for a bbq with Val, Kate and Kate’s boyfriend Ben. Lovely evening. Got back to the granny flat about 11:30 pm.Read more

    • Day2

      The Lion, Open Mic nights on Thursdays

      June 7, 2013 in England ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

      I got scouted here for the voice in 2013, alongside my best mate in Nottingham Leetabix who's shit hot at beatboxing. It's a great night out if you want a good bunch of music coming at your ears for an evening. The sound system set up there is one of the best I've ever played at, the acoustics are amazing.Read more

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