L.L. Diamond

Anyone who has read Pride and Prejudice has heard of Ramsgate.  It is, of course, the seaside town where Darcy set his 15-year-old sister, Georgiana, up with her own establishment.  The move proves to be a tremendous mistake when he discovers his childhood friend and son of his father’s steward, George Wickham, follows her there and with the help of his sister’s companion, convinces Georgiana to elope.  Darcy arrives just in time to save his sister from a man who was only after her dowry of £30,000.

Have you ever wondered what Ramsgate looks like.  What have you imagined when you read Darcy’s letter to Elizabeth Bennet explaining Wickham and mentioning Ramsgate.  As someone who has read Pride and Prejudice multiple times, I know I had a picture in my mind of the area, and it was nothing like what I discovered.

Ramsgate’s history goes back to 100 BCE with the arrival of a group of Belgic people, who were inhabitants of Gaul in those days.  After, there were arrivals and invasions by the Romans and later the Vikings.  Ramsgate’s earliest notation has it called Hraefn’s ate, meaning raven’s cliff gap, although, it later was called Remmesgate, Ramisgate, Ramesgate, and finally Ramsgate.

In the 14th Century it was known as a fishing village, but in 1483, it was adopted as a ‘limb’ of Sandwich and became a part of the Cinque Ports.  During the early 18th century, Ramsgate went through a great deal of cleaning and renovation followed by a quite a bit of building.  Georgian houses were built around the time Ramsgate became a busy garrison town and during Jane Austen’s time, it became a fashionable seaside resort.  In fact, by 1815, the region was so popular that there were steamboats on the Thames that took people to Margate, Broadstairs, and Ramsgate, which are all located on the same small peninsula.  There was even a train that connected these three towns so people could travel back and forth easily.

The first thing you cannot miss when arriving along the beach at Ramsgate is that there is a sea wall–a huge sea wall.  Once you have parked along the seaside road, there are stairs that make the beach directly accessible.  There is a roadway that takes you down to the water level, but there is very little parking and it is no doubt more expensive than parking and taking the stairs down.  Ramsgate is a sand beach, unlike Deal, which is only a 20 minute drive.  It is still a very obvious resort area as the small stretch of beach we were on had two areas with vendors that sold ice cream and had various other beach paraphernalia.  There are no dogs allowed along the sand waterfront during the warmer months as well, which caused us to have to split time along the sand so someone was with our dog.

Driving around Ramsgate is really interesting.  As we drove up one hill, I remember remarking to my husband that I felt as though I were in San Francisco.  Many of the houses are townhouses and attached on both sides like many in San Francisco and there are a few steep hills.  We also found homes that reminded us a bit of the French Quarter with their iron railings.

I wish we had more time to explore as we had wished.  There is also the Italianate Gardens, which is a large glass greenhouse that was built during the Georgian era, and is supposed to be a must see.  I suppose despite the eye rolls I will undoubtedly receive, I will have to convince my family to return one day to see the gardens.

I apologize for the quality on some of the photos.  My camera battery died on me within minutes of arriving.  I took these photos with my phone.

 

Next up….I don’t know!  Whatever we do this weekend?

 

Historical sources:
http://www.ramsgate-society.org
ramsgatetown.org
Watkins, Susan, Jane Austen’s Town and Country Style, Rizzoli (1990)

The day we toured Dover Castle and saw the cliffs, we had spent the day working our way down about a fifteen minute drive of coast in Kent.  We had toured Deal Castle in the morning, Walmer around lunch time, and our next stop had been Dover Castle.  Now, Dover Castle is high up on a hill and there is a bit of a narrow road through the property to get there, including a traffic light that alternates car travel across a very narrow one lane bridge.  My husband fussed at me because I was always rubbing one tire (or tyre as they spell it here) on the curb. He claimed he did not do it on our drive out, but I distinctly felt a tire rubbing the side!

According to the English Heritage website, Dover Castle has been protecting the English shores from invasion for over 20 centuries.  Prior to the castle structure that we now tour, the site was home to an Iron Age Hill fort and a Roman lighthouse (I somehow missed this.  Now, I want to go back!).  After the Battle of Hastings, William the Conqueror converted the fort to a ‘Norman earthwork and timber stockaded castle.’   The site was then used continually until 1958.

The castle that now stands was erected by King Henry II and his successors during the 11 and 12th centuries.  Unlike the Tudor castles that we toured, Dover has a ‘Great Tower’ that was a ‘palace for royal ceremony and to house Henry’s travelling court’ and that is exactly what English Heritage gives you.

Entering the front gate, you then walk up through another walled entrance with a drawbridge that protects the Great Tower.  The outbuildings are various museums, a gift shop, and a cafe, but the Great Tower that still stands in the center has been recreated to show visitors what it might have looked like just after completion when the court of Henry II received visitor Count Philip of Flanders, in 1184.  There are actors portraying the parts, holograms in certain rooms (There is one in the larder of men doing inventory), and things are set up to be walked through and explored.  The actors even rope the children into being knights of the realm in a ceremony.

(Some of the interior pictures were difficult to take without being blurry.  There is not a great deal of light, so I apologize for the quality on a few of the images.)

We went up the entire tower, which is by winding staircase, so make sure you have been doing your stairmaster!  In fact, the staircases bring you all over and through lots of long corridors, and even all the way to the roof of the Tower where you can enjoy amazing views of Dover, including the port, and the surrounding countryside.

After making our way through the entire Great Tower, we exited out another gate with a drawbridge.  One of the first things we noticed upon exiting this gate was the enormous catapult that was standing outside.  As my family was checking that out, I began noticing the plaques on many of the buildings.  These all tell you the names or uses of the building and when it was built.  It is amazing to see buildings from as far back as the 12th century to as new as the mid-20th century, which shows how long this fortress was used as a defensive point.

 

There are underground tunnels that take you into the cliffs and an Underground Hospital.   Unfortunately, by the time we walked down to where the Underground Hospital had been, it had closed, so I am sure for safety purposes the remainder of the tunnels had closed as well since it was nearing 5.  I’m not sure about going into the tunnels as I am not huge on tight spaces, but it does sound really interesting.  Dover Castle was an integral part of the battle and evacuation of Dunkirk when the France was being taken over by Germany in 1940, and these tunnels give you an example of what those days were like as well as how the tunnels were used for barracks and other missions.

Our last stop of the day was the White Cliffs National Trust.  This site consists of trails and lookouts all along the cliffs.  We parked and set off looking for a place to see the white chalk cliffs and take pictures.  Truly, you do not have a long walk from the visitor’s center before you find a nice spot.  There are two trails for this. One takes you down so that you can take pictures with the cliffs behind you and the other takes you above and you can take pictures looking down at the cliffs.  I was a bit nervous because not all of the cliff edges have protective barriers, and I still have one rather young and impetuous child.  We stuck to the upper trail which seemed to have a bit more as far as the barriers while my husband kept him close.

The views were beautiful.  We could see France, the cliffs, Dover port, and we could also see Dover castle.  Clouds had rolled in by the time we went to the cliffs so France was not as easily discernible in the distance, but if you really look, you can see it.

The entire day was busy, but everyone had a great time.  I have to say that Dover castle was my favorite of the three castles we toured that day.  If you find you are in the area and must pick one, then tour Dover.  It is easily be an all day event as well.  There is so much to see and do at Dover, and because of time, we only scratched the surface.  I will always recommend packing a lunch too.  There are often places to picnic even if you bring your own blanket, and it is less expensive than eating in the cafe.  I have enjoyed the cafes, but we sometimes pack a lunch, which is much more fun in my opinion.  I also mentioned the stairs inside the Great Tower.  The hills around Dover are steep and high, so they can also be a chore to climb if you are not accustomed to them.  The cliffs were an uphill walk as well.   It was a wake-up to how out of shape I have become, that is for sure!

Next up….the sandy beach of Ramsgate.

Deal, Kent is a small town on the English Channel.  It lies north-east of Dover and south of the town of Ramsgate (Yes, Pride and Prejudice fans–Ramsgate!).  I will say that the drive from London is beautiful.  Kent is hills and valleys and at times when the brush clears along the side of the motorway, you can see amazing views that stretch for miles.  We traveled in early September, but I would imagine the green in the spring is absolutely stunning.

Deal was first mentioned in William the Conqueror’s Domesday Book of 1086, but it has been traced back to as early as 55-54 BCE when Julius Caesar is claimed to have landed on the Deal-Walmer coast.  At one time Deal was a fishing village and then busy military and shipping port (even with its lack of harbour) due to its distance from France.  In fact, standing on the beach, you can see France on a clear day, but now Deal is a seaside resort.

The oldest portions of town near the town centre where you find Middle Street, which was the first part of the local “Conservation Area” due to the age and history of the buildings. We stayed in a home in the Conservation area and found it an incredibly interesting place just to walk around.  The houses all line exceedingly narrow one lane, yet tw0-way streets with very few garages and gardens.  We brought our dog along for the trip and finding a patch of grass for her was not the easiest chore!  This area runs several streets deep along the waterfront, so from where we stayed we could hear the waves and the gulls.

The beach is lovely, albeit an uncomfortable place to walk on barefoot.  It is a rocky beach that slopes pretty steeply when the tide is out, so be careful trying to make your way up and down the rocks, but you can still find shells and other treasures if you look carefully among the myriad of stones.  There is also a popular boardwalk down the waterfront that will take you past Deal Castle until the beach no longer runs along the Marine road.

One of the attractions of Deal is that it boasts having three castles.  Now, when my children think of castles, they have visions of Disney princesses and other such stories, but these are not those types of castles.  These are military forts built by Henry VIII in the event of invasion by France or Spain.  The first castle is Sandown, which is in ruins, and that we did not visit.  The second is Deal Castle, which lies just to the south of town just off of the beach.

Deal Castle was built in the mid-16th century and from overhead is in the shape of a Tudor Rose.  It is said that the stone for the walls came from the dissolution of the monasteries and it is still the original stone and the original building.  There are also preserved cannons and ammunition.  The rooms are mostly labelled so you know what each one was used for, and there is even the original copper door on the room where the gunpowder was stored. If you travel to Deal Castle, beware if it has been raining.  Some of the tunnels are rather dark and moisture does make its way inside, so wellies might be a consideration if you want to make your way through every nook and cranny.

The last castle/artillery fort is Walmer Castle, which is still an active home of the Lord Warden of the Cinque Ports.  It is just south of Deal Castle in the small hamlet of Walmer.  It is not as close to the water as Deal Castle, but there is a great view of the English Channel from the upper balcony area.  This Castle was also a favourite place for the Queen Mother.  There are no photos allowed inside because it is still used as a home, but you can tour rooms that once belonged to the Queen Mother as well as the room where Wellington died.  They still have the chair he passed away in on display, which my children found rather gross.

Walmer is best toured for the gardens in my opinion.  They stretch around the castle as well as outward, giving a woodland walking trail, a garden belonging to the Queen and her mother, as well as a green with games for children.  It is a lovely spot for a picnic and simply to enjoy some family time.

For someone planning to stay for some time, Deal is steeped in history and is fascinating simply for the exceedingly old neighbourhoods and beaches. We spent four days, and I am sure we did not even scratch the surface.

 

Next up….Dover Castle and the White Cliffs

I know I have quoted this often when referring to Stourhead, but I do mean it.  “If it were merely a fine house richly furnished,” said she, “I should not care about it myself; but the grounds are delightful. They have some of the finest woods in the country.”   Mrs Gardiner would have had the right of it if she were describing Stourhead.  The house is a fine house richly furnished, but the 2,650 acre grounds are what make Stourhead worth the drive.

The estate itself has a long history even before Stourhead house was built.  The Barons of Stourton resided on this land for more than 500 years.  At the time, there was a manor house, but not anything like the large Palladian home that now sits upon the hill.  In 1714, the land and home was sold to Sir Thomas Meres whose son John Meres sold it to Henry Hoare I, son of prominent British banker Sir Richard Hoare.  This sale occured only three years after Meres bought it from the original owners.

During this time period, art and architecture were revolting against Baroque and Rococo and looking back to ancient Greece and Rome, which resulted in a popularity to take from the Italian architect Palladio (1508-1580).  Palladio primarily built buildings in Venice, but he was heavily influenced by ancient Greek and Roman architecture, finding particular inspiration in the work of the  Roman architect Vitruvius (born 80-70 BCE – died approx. 15 BCE).  So when Henry Hoare bought the estate, he ripped down the existing manor house and had the Palladian Stourhead built in its place.  He did not live there for long, since he died shortly after its completion.

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His son, Henry Hoare II, then set to work on the gardens of the estate.  He formed a dam that created the lake and had temples positioned around the water to create specific views.  In fact, when you tour the gardens, the guides can tell you in which direction everything is meant to be viewed. I have read that following the path is supposed to evoke a journey “similar to that of Aeneas’ descent into the underworld.  According to the National Trust website, in 1750, a magazine called the gardens “A living work of art.”  I can definitely attest to that.

When you arrive at Stourhead, parking is not near the house itself.  There is a bit of a walk and some of the flower and kitchen gardens must be passed. The stable block is before you reach the house as well.  The house itself is seated upon a rise in the grounds and when facing it, you can see trails leading to the woods to the right (I have heard the bluebells are beautiful in the spring!).

As I said earlier, the house is lovely and richly furnished, but I admit to preferring Ickworth and Oxburgh to Stourhead.  It had some interesting features – lovely trim work, stained glass windows in the library, and of course art, but I wasn’t wowed.  I will say for anyone who loves antiques, there is a good bit of Chippendale furniture.

From the house, we took a trail that begins to the left side of the house and followed it through some amazing woods to the lake.  It is here that you begin to notice the uneven and hilly terrain more.  You travel down quite a bit to reach the lake that you can almost view from one end to the other.  The temples are not always visible at every angle, but when they come into view, they truly add to the landscape.

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My daughters are big Percy Jackson fans and wished to see the Temple of Apollo first, so we ended up travelling in the opposite direction Henry Hoare II intended.  We found the trail that circles the lake and began walking, coming to the Temple of Flora first.  It is set close to the water, and it is open so you can go inside as well.  From there, you pass an obelisk called the Bristol High Cross.  The bridge that Keira Knightly ran across in Pride and Prejudice is closed to people touring the grounds, so you must follow the trail.  Unlike the way the movie makes it seem, the Temple of Apollo is not near the lake.  In fact, there is a trail ascending from a rock cave on one side and stone steps on the other side.  It is quite steep but the view is incredible when you reach the top.

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The temple itself is very interesting with its Corinthian columns and shape, but the inside is fascinating as well.  It is essentially empty with the exception that they might have chairs for when weddings are held as there were the day we visited.  There is a gold face of Apollo in the center of a recessed ceiling and when you stand in the middle and speak, there is a peculiar echo that is really only heard by yourself, the speaker.  You do not have that effect anywhere else in the building but the one spot.  The guide who sits within the temple will even mention it for those who do not know.

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The last temple is the Pantheon, which is a smaller version of the original from Roman antiquity.  The doors to the temple were locked the day we visited, but the views from the lawn in front were lovely.  There is also a gothic cottage and a grotto to be seen along the path as well.  The grounds all around the lake are beautiful from where you can view the dams and the water wheels to the temples, to the ancient tremendous trees.  I cannot gush more about how amazing the area was.

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My only complaint of the day was our travel to Stourhead.  We mapped it at a 3-3.5 hour drive, but it took almost 45 minutes longer because of Stonehenge.  For those who do not know British roads or geography, there is but one major roadway to travel down to Devon and Cornwall, the A303.  (If you look at a map and see roads with B or C in front of them, the letter designation has to do with how much money the government spends on the road.  A roads are the best, while C may be one lane two-way roads with lay-bys for two cars passing in opposite directions.)

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The A303 dwindles down to mostly a two lane road that opens to three periodically to allow drivers to pass, but passing Stonehenge is a major hassle. Yes, for those who do not know, you can see it from the A303.  No, you cannot pull off of the road to view it as there is no shoulder, long weeds and grass, and too much traffic.  I know in the states, we’ll often have signs and small areas for people to pull off and enjoy views.  They do not have those here, SO you wind up travelling behind an enormous line of rubberneckers and tour buses.  I can prove this is true because as soon as Stonehenge is out of site, the road is no longer bumper to bumper. We spent 30 minutes driving 5 miles while waiting to pass Stonehenge.  We tried to map our way around it, but all of the directions GPS gave us to and from Stourhead passed Stonehenge.  I will still look for a way around the next time we travel in that direction!

Do not let the traffic warning deter you from viewing Stourhead, though.  I just wanted to give a warning to allow any of you to plan for the delay in your travels. In my opinion, the drive and traffic was worth it in the end.

Next up…Deal (No, I’m not making a deal, but Deal along the Kent coastline!)

In eastern England, there is a swamp region called “The Fens.”  The Fens are the lowest lying region in the United Kingdom with some areas below sea level.  Roman hydraulics and medieval drainage methods have been discovered in this region but the modern draining of the Fens began in the 1630’s, resulting in what is now reclaimed farmland.  This stretched over portions of Suffolk, Norfolk, and Cambridgeshire.  When driving certain roads in this area, the roads are built up from the farmland with large drainage ditches on the sides of the road, some as much as 15 to 20 feet deep.  They have had cars run off of the road and not be found for a few days because of the depth of the water.  In recent years, due to flooding and preservation, some areas have been allowed to revert to their previous state.

Wicken Fen is the oldest nature reserve that is run by the National Trust and they claim it is England’s most famous Fen.  It is considered one of Europe’s most important wetlands and supports 8500 species of plants and animals.

Anyone interested in Wicken Fen should always bring a pair of Wellies (rain boots).  We learned this the hard way.  Since the weather in the UK is unpredictable, you never know when it will rain and since you’re visiting a swamp, it is likely to be muddy anyway.

That said, the area is very pretty with a main boardwalk, plenty of trails, and blinds for the avid nature lover.  There is even a boat tour through the “lodes”, which are small rivers that run through the swamp.  Species of plant are labelled as you walk through and even when we went in August there were flowers all along the trails.  There are even wild ponies that wander a portion of the reserve.

For those history buffs, there is even an old cottage that belonged to people who lived and worked along the fen.  There is even a demonstration of how they made furniture, and they let you try your hand at the contraption that they could carry from place to place that helped them to make the decorative cuts on the legs of tables and chairs.  The women who monitored the cabin and showed us through were wonderful in explaining to my children the different bits about the cabin, including that the children used to sleep in the upstairs which was little more than boards placed in the rafters.  The back flower and vegetable garden were beautiful and teeming with butterflies.

There is something for everyone to enjoy at Wicken Fen.  The entire family enjoyed the day and for those who don’t bring a picnic to eat along the trails, there is a tea shop by the gift store and a village nearby with pubs.

Next up…Stourhead!!  To quote Mrs Gardiner, “If it were merely a fine house richly furnished,” said she, “I should not care about it myself; but the grounds are delightful. They have some of the finest woods in the country.”

Oxburgh Hall was built in 1482 by Sir Edmund Bedingfeld and despite its castle-like appearance was home to the Bedingfeld family.  It is a neat bit of Medieval and Tudor architecture with the ornate chimneys and towers.

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It has a moat, which was not for defensive purposes, but was a statement of the family’s affluence at the time the house was built.  The Bedingfelds were indeed affluent and well-connected as Henry VII and his Queen Elizabeth of York stayed in the home.  There are bedrooms dedicated to each, but the National Trust even states that it is unlikely they stayed in those actual rooms.

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On the outside, Oxborough is Tudor architecture on the outside, but much of the inside was redecorated during the Victorian era by the 6th Baronet, Sir Henry Paston-Bedingfeld.

In 1950, the 9th Baronet, Sir Edmund, was forced to sell Oxburgh Hall and the adjoining land at auction to a property developer who wanted to demolish the house and build 70 houses on the acreage.  The contents of the house were even sold.  At the last minute, three female family members, Sybil, Lady Bedingfeld, Violet Hartcup and Mrs Greathead banded together to save Oxburgh by selling their own homes in order to raise the money to buy the house back from the developer.  They then turned it over to the National Trust.

Oxburgh Hall is an interesting home.  The downstairs is completely at odds with the upper floors where they have a more medieval decor.  There are costumes that are handmade using the old techniques that are in the upper “King and Queens” rooms as well as beds from that era.

The beds have to be the shortest beds I have ever seen.  The gentleman who was the guide for the “King’s Room” seemed to enjoy telling us how the people of the 16th century slept sitting up and so there was no need for a longer bed.  Apparently, one didn’t lay on one’s back until they were dead lest the body believe it was dead and the soul escape.

Another attraction to this home was what they call “The Priest’s hole”.  The Bedingfeld family remained catholic when England persecuted Catholics, so they had a trap door, where the priest could hide.  The trap door was within a cupboard, so someone would cover it after the priest went down.  Guests are allowed to actually go into the hole where you are in a small room (and I use the term room generously).  My three children and I fit, but there wasn’t much room after that.  I was also eager to get out of that cramped space once I was inside.  When you emerge from the “Priest’s Hole,” you receive a sticker that says “I have been in the Priest’s hole at Oxburgh.”

The grounds at Oxburgh are lovely and the moat only adds to the beauty of the area.  The water for the moat comes from the nearby River Gadder and there are systems that shunt the water where it needs to go.  In fact, the bricks of Oxburgh have been in the water for so long that they require it.  They would crumble if they were allowed to dry.

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While at Oxburgh, be sure to see the tapestries made by Mary Queen of Scots and Bess of Hardwick.  These amazing pieces were what she worked on while in the custody of the Earl of Shrewsbury.

I apologize for some of the dark shots for the interiors.  The lighting is often dark for photography and you are not allowed to use flash to preserve the artwork and fabrics.  This home was harder to photograph than others that I’ve seen so far.

There is also an old chapel on the grounds which is lovely and set back in the trees.  It also has an amazing altarpiece.

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The weekend after we went to Oxburgh, my hard drive crashed and we took a quick trip to Cambridge to have it repaired.  I only mention the trip because it was my first and I am eager to see the sites there, but just not during the summer!  One of the locals explained that the local colleges have language schools during the summer and the weekend was horribly busy.  I would like to say I’ve been back, but the last time I managed to get to Cambridge, it was raining.

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Oh well!  Eventually!

Next up…Wicken Fen.  It has nothing to do with Wiccan (despite what my husband thought!)  LOL!

Ickworth House is an estate near Bury St. Edmunds in the county of Suffolk.  It is not as old as many of the estates in England, but it earns points for size and style.

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The building of Ickworth began in 1795, by the 4th Earl of Bristol, Frederick Augustus Hervey.  Hervey, who was also the Bishop of Derby, was an avid art lover.  He was not only building Ickworth as a home, but mostly as a showcase for the art that he travelled to Italy to collect.  During his travels, he was arrested as a spy and died in 1803, leaving the completion of Ickworth to his son, Frederick William Hervey, 1st Marquess of Bristol (5th Earl).

I will saying that when you take the guided tour of the main rooms that the guides are very aware of the titles and will refer to them as the 4th Earl and the 1st Marquess.  It is very easy to get turned around with their stories.  Anyway, Frederick William finished the Neoclassical Ickworth in 1829 and proceeded to try to track down the artwork his father had purchased on the continent.  These pieces included this large statue (pictured below) that was commissioned by the 4th Earl and was later seized by the government when he was arrested.  He used significant funds re-purchasing art that his father had purchased years before.

One thing that is noticed with a bit of the art when you tour is that some really is a treasure and the earl had been hoodwinked with some.  There is one work that is in the library (if I remember correctly) that is very close to a daVinci, but is not.  Any art lover will recognise many names from the plates under the works.  If you check the National Trust website, they boast of works of art by Thomas Gainsborough, William Hogarth, and Sir Joshua Reynolds, but there are two artists that are not mentioned that should be.  One is Angelica Kauffmann.

Angelica Kauffmann was a Swiss born painter, but found success in London and Rome.  She was one of two women admitted into the Royal Academy (with Mary Moser).  Most of the works I studied by her in school were mythological/allegorical, but her painting at Ickworth is a portrait of one of the daughter’s of the 4th Earl, Elizabeth Christiana Hervey.  Elizabeth for those who saw the movie “The Duchess” was Lady Bess Turner.  Elizabeth’s first marriage was to Irishman John Thomas Foster and her second was to William, the 5th Duke of Devonshire after the death of his wife and her friend Georgiana.

The second artist I refer to is Elisabeth Vigee-Le Brun.  Vigee-Le Brun was best known painter for the French court and the artist who painted portraits of Marie Antoinette and her children.  However, she fled France during the French revolution with her daughter and worked in Italy, Austria, and Russia.  Frederick Hervey, the 4th Earl of Bristol commissioned her to paint his portrait (1790) and then asked her to paint her self-portrait to hang at Ickworth. According to the National Trust, the portrait is almost an exact replica to the one at the Uffizi and in my opinion, is incredible.  I stood in front of it and stared for a while and then found myself coming back to it.

For any art lovers who wonder if I looked at the Gainsborough and the Reynolds.  I did, but I did not find them as fascinating as the self-portrait of Vigee-Le Brun.  The William Hogarth was on loan to an exhibit when we visited.

The grounds of Ickworth are lovely, but I feel that we probably visited at the wrong time of year to do them justice.  My husband and I still enjoyed wandering around, especially the stump garden where the gardeners put the stumps dug up from around the estate.  They become rather sculptural and fascinating when you look at them in that display.

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In the mid-20th century, Ickworth was given over to the National Trust in lieu of death duties.  The family had a 99 year lease on the east wing, but ended up selling it back to the National Trust.  It is now used as a hotel.

Next up…Oxburgh House

Bury St. Edmunds is one of the larger towns in Suffolk once known as Beodericsworth. In the 7th century, a monastery was founded in the town and in 903 King Edmund was buried there, hence the name, Bury St. Edmunds. (There were reportedly miracles performed at the shrine of the martyred king.)  This monastery later became the Bury St. Edmunds Abbey.  In 1214, this abbey was the supposed meeting place where the barons of England swore that they would make King John accept the Charter of Liberties, which influenced the Magna Carta.  One of the copies of this document was even displayed in the Cathedral this year.

Bury St. Edmunds Abbey is no longer standing, but you can walk through and even climb the ruins.  They are part of a beautiful garden near the town centre called Abbeygate Gardens.  People can feed the squirrels and ducks, they have portions with lovely landscaping, and areas where you can have a picnic.  There is an aviary to one side of the gardens, housing everything from cockatiels to a golden pheasant.

There is a wonderful market in the market square on Saturdays where one can probably find just about anything.  I know I have bought jam, fruits, vegetables, eggs, magazines, pig ears (for the dogs), and flowers for the garden. The prices are better than some of the smaller town markets and there is also a wider selection.  Now, the street pic I took below is not on market day.  The street is usually packed pretty full on Saturday.

Bury St. Edmunds is also home to Greene King Breweries.  My husband is eagerly anticipating that trip, so I will have to update everyone on how that trip goes.  I understand at the brewery they have a beer with a really high alcohol content, and my husband is anxious to try it (gag!).  There is also the Bury Cathedral.  It is a lovely place.  Forgive me for not having photos for you.  My hard drive crashed a while back and I can’t seem to find some of my pictures.

Anyway!  Since arriving in England, I have enjoyed going in random churches.  Many of them are extremely old and boast of some amazingly beautiful architecture and stained glass.  I have also wandered around several old cemeteries.  Sometimes they are overgrown, or the headstones have flaked with age, but they are interesting and sometimes beautiful.

Next time….Ickworth!  (It’s not as bad as it sounds!  I promise!)

We arrived in the UK first thing in the morning.  We settled in where we would be living temporarily and received a mini-tour of the area.  We were also taken to a local grocery store to pick up items we would want.  We are not in a large area, so there are larger grocery stores than our local one, but on average the stores here are not as large as in the United States.  Most even have a small clothing department or aisle and a housewares aisle.  What shocked me the first time we went into the local store was the eggs on the shelves.  I have learned since this surprise that it is quite common in other countries.  In the U.S., it is required that the eggs be washed, which strips a natural protectant from the eggs that prevents spoilage.  They aren’t washed here.  I remember my father teaching me about the natural barrier, but he still refrigerated the eggs, so I did not realise they could be left on a shelf.

I also have found that there are a large number of sweets in a UK grocery when compared to the rest of the food.  I love sweets, but if I could eat wheat and gluten, I would have gained a lot of weight since moving here!   It all looks so wonderful–even the foods that aren’t sweets: sausage rolls, pasties, etc.

During the first two weeks, we began driving around.  It is a bit odd at first, switching sides of the road and sides of the car.  Then we had to take a driving class where we learned the different signs, how to navigate a roundabout, and speed limits.  The instructor also told us of all the accidents in the local area to scare us into driving safely.

 

 

Suffolk and Norfolk are the Fens for those who don’t know.  The Fens are reclaimed swampland that is used for farming, so there are stretches of road with deep ditches on either side.  When it rains, those ditches swell with water and a car running off the road may not be seen in some seasons.  It can be a scary thought.  The speed limits are upper limits, but as a driver you are supposed to use your judgement, which means that on a narrow road with no shoulders and a 15 foot ditch to your side, you might have a car zoom by at 70 mph.  If anyone ever finds themselves behind me, I rarely go the speed limit unless the road is great or I am on a motorway!

The first few weekends here, we picked up Layla (our dog) and took her to Ely.  The British often take their pets with them different places, and you often see owners walking their dogs or sitting outside (sometimes even inside) a pub while they eat.  The waitresses will even bring you water for your dog.

Just to say, I love Ely.  It’s a quaint, beautiful town.  All towns have market days which can have everything from fruits and vegetables to books and household supplies.  Most larger towns have a market day on Saturday as well as one during the week, so we often walked around the market.  We also walked up and down the river and let the children play in Jubilee Park.  The river is a lovely spot and it is neat to see the ducks come up on the walkway or see the swans swimming near the boats.

 

When in Ely, there is Oliver Cromwell’s house as well as the Ely Cathedral.  I had one gentleman here tell me that he preferred the Ely Cathedral to Notre Dame.  I have not been to Notre Dame yet, but the Ely Cathedral is incredible.  Perhaps one of my favourite things since moving here was my birthday lunch that we had at The Almonry behind the cathedral.  There is a lovely walled garden and as you sit outside you can see the rear of the large building.  There is also a park nearby with a lovely view of the upper portion of the huge building.  There was a service inside when we went, preventing us from taking photos, but there was a fair across the street for different charities.  We had a wonderful time touring the different booths and meeting some of the people.

 

Parking can be a bit tricky in Ely.  There is a nice car park near the centre of town, but on certain days there is a time limit imposed.  If you don’t mind a bit of a walk, there are other car parks to the outside of town that are free and are unlimited parking.

Next up…Bury St. Edmunds

How it all began…

For those who did not know, I relocated to England from Omaha, Nebraska in May of this year.  It was a move we were very excited about, but it was also a rather harrowing move.  We had always moved ourselves, taking on four interstate moves in eight years, and I had to trust my irreplaceable family heirlooms to commercial movers for the first time.  I remember that I watched the girl packing my grandmother’s tea set while chanting a line that I once heard in a sermon at church, “You can’t take it with you!”  I must say that a part of me did not miss the packing, but I can honestly admit that I still prefer it.  If something breaks, it is no one’s fault but my own and I honestly like it that way.

Beyond our household belongings, there was our family dog, Layla, who is shy of strangers and can be skittish.  We prepared her for travel as much as we could by taking her to obedience classes to get her more comfortable with strangers, and putting her in her travel crate while we drove through a car wash.  I am not sure it helped, but we were nervous about how she would tolerate it all, and I am sure that I bugged the great guy we hired to pick her up from the airport and board her here.  Nevertheless, he was patient, and did not run from me when we finally met.  I still take that as a positive sign.:-)

Because of Layla, we drove out of Omaha to Chicago where we shipped Layla the day after we arrived.  She scared me the morning that we flew her out.  She was barely drinking and she hates doing her business on a leash, so she was refusing to do anything while I walked her.  It was not the situation I’d hoped for before an 8 hour flight.  To compound my stress, the traffic around O’hare was terrible, and the road construction managed to get us completely turned around.  I became a wreck because I believed her to be late to check in, but we managed to get her to the facility in plenty of time.  Curses to the airline operator who told me an hour more than they actually needed!

Our flight left later in the week, so we then took in destinations that we had been hoping to see for a while.  A friend and fellow JAFF Author C Rafe Carlson recommended seeing the “Bean,” which was our first destination upon arriving to the imposing downtown area.  The “Bean” is actually a sculpture called “Cloud Gate” by Indian British born artist Anish Kapoor.  It is a bean shaped stainless steel structure that reflects the sky and the Chicago skyline situated in Millennium Park.  We then wandered around Millennium Park before meeting the aforementioned C Rafe Carlson for lunch at a local Sushi restaurant.  Our final stop for the day was The Art Institute of Chicago.  For those who do not know by know, I have two degrees from University–Biology and Art.  I had long wished to go to The Art Institute of Chicago.  I did not get to mull through it as I might have liked, not everyone in my family enjoys taking days to stroll and study the works, but I did get to see a great deal of amazing art that I had long wanted to see.  I ended up making them take their time through certain sections and then I looked for particular works I had wanted to see.

Our last stop of the Chicago part of our journey ended with the Field Museum.  Our children had been begging us for a few years to go see Sue, the most complete skeleton of a T-Rex that is situated in the lobby.  If anyone has seen Night at the Museum, the T-Rex is Sue.  She is rather impressive as are the other dinosaur skeletons found in the actual exhibit.  Like the art institute, the Field Museum is large and could take more than a day if you were to take your time.  By the end of the day, we all had aching feet, but my husband humoured me and drove me out to Frank Lloyd Wright’s Robie House.  I didn’t go inside, but he parallel parked beside it and then in front so I could study the details and see what I had only seen before in photos.

We spent the day after checking out of our hotel and making out way to the airport, where we remained for the duration of the afternoon for our evening flight.  I do not like flying at all, and I remember pausing at that last step that took me onto the airplane.  I made it through the flight, and even managed to sleep for a while, bruising my legs while I attempted to get comfortable with two children sleeping across my lap.  What I wouldn’t give to afford first class!!!

Next up…Arriving in the UK and Ely