Monday, May 18, 2015

A Wonderful two weeks in England and Wales concludes with a special gift

Julie and I made it to the Holiday Inn Express at the Manchester airport but we could not let the Journey go by without a few stops at National Trust spots along the way. We won't labor you with lots of narrative and photos but here are a few of our last day in Great Britain.


Erdigg Hall in East Wales. It rates inclusion into the National Trust repertoire because of its extensive records about the Service help including portraits, poems written in their honor and authentic rooms explaining the period and what life was like to be in service. This is unique among stately homes. No other families seem to honor their service help in this manner.


Beautiful English Gardens.




The Joiners workshop with a typical 1700's English Joiners Bench


A stop at Chirk Castle, another of Edward I's strongholds that was renovated by several families over the years into a stately home.  


Okay Grandkids, here is a view of a real Dungeon. Grandma and Grandpa had to walk down a long circular staircase to get to this prison cell which was pretty damp and nasty. Some prisoners spent the rest of their lives in this terrible place.


Here is a very fierce and brave knight - Wait...its Grandpa wearing real armor. I was crying to Grandma  "Quick take the picture, this helmet is heavy"


This is Nick our tour guide for one hour on the castle grounds. He was the quintessential blustery Englishman, complete with an Oxford degree. I had to suppress my laughter because of his dramatic presentation and his wonderful English accent. We felt like we were getting a tour by the Colonel in Fawlty Towers. I suspect he was pleased to be offering a preformance. Click on the video to hear a very brief video of his remarks. After one hour of not understanding what he said I turned to the other English tourists and asked " Did you get any of that?" They all laughed and responded "NO!".



Well that concludes our two weeks of somewhat out of the way places in Northern England and Wales. We love this sort of travel and this trip did not disappoint. We feel definitely blessed to be at a stage of life where we can do these things together. We are now anxious to get home and get on with our life in Virginia. I recommend keeping a blog or a journal when you travel. Keeping such notes each day makes your trip come alive and you can refer to it for years. Whether anyone follows you or not is not the point; you have the record for your own memories. Thank you to the family and friends who have followed us along.

Tonight as we drove to Manchester we were presented with a special goodbye gift. A beautiful Rainbow. As Rick Steve's says in closing his programs "Keep on Traveling".


Sunday, May 17, 2015

Translating the Bible and a Beautiful Welsh Garden

After a leisurely breakfast in our miners cottage Julie and I picked up our National Trust guide book and identified two sights worthy of our attention. The National Trust guide reminds me of our National Park guide. They even have National Trust Passports like our Park Service where you can record your visits by getting a stamp at each location. The tour guides at these sights are well informed and filled with interesting information. We have found them eager to share their information and answer in detail all our questions. Today's first sight was Ty Mawr which means large house - large by 1300's standards.



Getting to this house was way off the beaten path. Miles of one cow-width roads which were very exciting to drive. Gladly we saw no one else on the road, because an approaching car would have called for 1/4 of a mile driving backwards to some farmers yard to allow them to pass.

Our Guide shared with us the life and significance of William Morgan who translated the Bible into Welsh in 1588.  He also shared insight into what life was like in 16th Century Wales. Julie will share the chronicle with you...


Life in a 16th century Welsh cottage

This morning we visited a stone "cottage" which is the birthplace of Bishop William Morgan 1545-1604. He translated the bible into Welsh. You history buffs will remember that William Tyndale translated the latin bible into English, helping to fuel the reformation. For his efforts he was hung, buried, dug-up, and burned at the stake. Putting the bible within everyones grasp was a powerful  tool, dreaded by the Roman church. At this period, Mary Queen of Scots was attempting to take the throne and turn England back to Catholicism. The Welsh had been continually a problem for the English throne since the days of Edward the I. Queen Elizabeth saw opportunity in giving the Bible to the Welsh people and therefore solidifying their protestantism. William Morgan was supported by Queen Elizabeth to translate the Bible into Welsh.



A 15th century bible box which held the family bible and other important documents. 

Our guide explained life in this cottage in the 16th century.William Morgan's birthplace home was a (relatively) wealthy place, a large house for those days. Ty Mawr means "large house". Unlike England, Wales was a matriarchal society. Women were the head of the household. Marriages were arranged and girls would be married by age 12. The oldest girl would be betrothed to (preferably) an old man so that he would die sooner and she would inherit his estate. She, being the most prized possession, would sleep (they all slept sitting up) on the shelf in the hearth by the fire, being the warmest place in the house. As she was wed, the next girl would take her place, and so on. . .(hence the term - being left on the shelf). Boys left home at age 10 to find work to earn their keep. They were never allowed home again, not even to visit. 



Windows had no glass and were open spaces with interior shutters to close in bad weather.

Children were smothered in goose grease, brown paper, wrapped in a crude vest and sewn into their underwear  for the winter. In the spring the clothes would be cut off and they would have their only bath of the year, and then wear their summer clothes until being sewn back for next winter. Our guide informed us that  this was normal practice until the 1950's. This happened to children who were evacuated here from Liverpool during WWII. This speaks to the saying that I know so well and often quote, "Nae cast clout till May be out" - meaning don't take off your clothes (clout) until the end of May.




Women ruled the house - men were not allowed inside the house during the day. The women cooked, had babies, tended the fire and the children, and spun the wool into yarn. The men were outside tending the sheep, shearing them once a year, and they would knit whilst they tended them. Of course it wasn't the same kind of knitting with two needles that we know today, there are other ways of doing this, though the visual I have is quite amusing. 

This was considered a large house. There were 3 rooms. You entered via the central room/hallway and there was a room on each side. The room with the fireplace was the living room where they lived, ate and slept, and the room the other end was for the cattle to overwinter. The cows would be in there for more than four months of the year. YUK! The presence of the cows provided "central heating".


At some point the roof was raised and an upstairs created so there were more spaces for people to sleep. There was a four-poster bed upstairs with (wool) blanket curtains and top. Six people would sleep in that bed, three at each end, with one woolen blanket between them. (I thought of the old nursery rhyme, "There were ten in the bed, and the little one said, "roll over", so they all rolled over and one fell out.")The top was intended to catch things that might fall from the then thatched roof during the night - like mice, birds, straw, etc.


This was a very busy house because it was at that time on the A5 which is a road originally built by the Romans and runs from London to Holyhead (furthest western point of Anglesea Island. There is (now) a ferry to Ireland from there). 

The world was a very dangerous place back then, with robbers and brigands just waiting to pounce. So the roads were very dangerous places for travelers. There were people called drovers who lived by driving cattle to London from the outlying counties and they would be driving over 200 cows and geese to market. They would stop at this house to rest. The cows were shod to prevent their hooves from wearing down and one of the drovers would constantly be replacing them along their journey. 
Sometimes, if a man owed a debt to someone in London, the drover would be given livestock to sell in London so that even though money was not actually carried, the debt could be safely paid. In this way, the drovers became the first Welsh bankers. 

Life expectancy at this time was 35 for women/ 55 for men. Property was split up between all children - boys AND girls, unlike in England where the oldest boy inherited the estate. Our guide explained that the house was run as a BUSINESS. Individual life was only valued for sale ability, there was no value on individual life for its own sake. 

Now this was a wealthy home, so when William Morgan was 10 and had to leave, he was taken in by a local landowner. He remained with him for several years and was educated by him. He then went on to Cambridge University where he received several degrees. He worked in the church and eventually rose to the position of Bishop. His translation of the Bible put the bible in the hands of all Welsh people and not just the clergy. His bible had additional benefits hundreds of years later.


Because he wrote down so much of the Welsh language, years later when a revival of the lost language occurred, his bible became the standard and is credited with being the basis for all the Welsh language spoken and written today.

In my childhood I remember that Welsh was forbidden to be spoken or learned in schools in Wales. Since the 1970's it is learned in all Welsh schools and is the first language spoken in many homes. 

We thanked our tour guide for a very informative visit and headed onto our next destination the Beautiful Bodnant Gardens, a short 19 miles away. In route we celebrated our last wandering day with "Sunday Roast" at a nice guest house/pub in route. Boy those little lambs taste great! 

Our minds chock full of history and on overload we refused to learn anything about the Gardens but we enjoyed the afternoon. We were visiting at peak azalea season. 










The garden gazebo housed a group of musicians playing medieval folk music 



As the clouds turned black and rain threatened we headed back to our miners cottage and our last evening in Tan y Grisieau.  I thought I would share with you our central heating unit for the last four days. I have become quite proficient at the coal stove and can stoke it up to last all night. The cottage environment is much more pleasant than when we arrived - which was literally STONE COLD.

Keep the home fires burning we'll be back Tuesday!




Saturday, May 16, 2015

Edward I, the Castle Builder

Let's head to the coast and the extrodinary castles of Edward the I. A short distance of 25 miles can take some time with all the round-a-bouts, narrow roads and near collisions. We headed for Conway on the Welsh northwestern coast. A beautiful day greeted us with "outbursts of sunshine". We got a kick out of the morning weather forecaster who used that term as we would use "outbursts of showers".

First stop Conway Castle





Castle Pigeons - lots of nooks and cranny's to roost in


A wave to her knight imprisoned in the tower


A bridge to the castle built for tourists by Telford, the first builder of bridges made of iron. 

Off to Caernarfon to see the largest castle in Wales




A view looking inland from the top of the ramparts



Caernarfon riverside next to the castle with the tide out. Note the double keels to hold the boats erect when the tide goes out. 

Back on the road to stop in the town of Beddgellert






When Julie was a little girl her Auntie had told her the story of Gelert the dog. In the 13th Century Llewelyn prince of north Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert. One day he went hunting leaving the faithful Gelert who was unaccountably absent. On return the truant Gelert was standing smeared with blood joyfully sprang to meet his master.  The prince, alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infants cot empty and the bedclothes and floor covered in blood. There the frantic father plunged his sword into the hounds side thinking it had killed his heir. The dogs dying yell was answered by his sons cry. Llewelyn searched and discovered his son unharmed but nearby the body of a great wolf which Gelert had slain. Llewelyn was said to never smile again and he buried Gelert with honor here where Julie stands. 

The story is has a morale of not to jump to judgement and don't be an impulsive ass. Now isn't that a lovely story which we will leave you with this evening. 

One more day in Wales and then a day's drive to the Manchester airport and our trip home. The Welsh countryside has been absolutely beautiful and we are overwhelmed with scenic springtime beauty. Pictures can't do justice to the experience.


Friday, May 15, 2015

Portmeirion, Harlech Castle and Roman Bridges

Carpe Diem! The sun is shining and the promise is only for the morning. But first I thought you would like to see our 750 square foot slate miners cottage. You won't find this location in Rick Steve's travel books however its cozy, warm with a coal stove, well appointed and adequate for our wanderings through Snowdonia. These locations are very popular with the English foot path walkers but I don't think you will find many Americans. Foot path walking is very popular. Foot paths crisis-cross the entire United Kingdom and common law states that as long as walkers stay on the paths they can have total assess to private property. Stone walls have interesting stone features to enable walkers to step over the walls.



Across from our row houses.  



Slate - Its used for everything. As you will see the Roman's used it in their buildings also.

Today's adventure took us on a 25 mile winding road trip to the coast to see the village of Portmeirion. You have probably heard of their pottery. The village is the dream of architect Clough Williams-Ellis. He wanted to demonstrate that you could build a beautiful place without spoiling the landscape. I'm sure in 1925, coming out of the height of the industrial age that was a unique thesis. 

With a bit gaudy Italianate style the buildings are truly unique in the area. The gardens are lovely and the village glistened in the sunshine. It definitely serves as a tribute to one man's passion. 








A student art class field trip to sketch the village.


Tidal flats in the estuary




Look out fellows, the gray squirrel police will be coming to get you! 


We then headed along the coast to our next stop as Castle Harlech. The Castle was built by king Edward I in the 1200's in only 5 years as a defense against the local Welsh lords. Monty Python fans will remember King Edward when he put his hand on his wimpy son and said "someday all this will be yours", The son's reply was "What the curtains? I don't want the curtains". The castle changed hands a few times but eventually King Edward subdued the Welsh , killing their lords and sending their families to the tower of London. The heir to the British throne has since been named "The Prince of Wales" and yes, he does get the curtains. 




Dinosaur eggs in a castle? No these are seige-balls. Sounds like something to go with dip. No, during a castle seige they were placed in catapults and heaved at the Castle walls where they have stayed for 900 years..


Our last stop was on the way home to our cottage in the little town we are staying in. This is a slate bridge over a stream that was made by the Roman's in circa 300AD. It still stands today but thankfully it has metal railings on the sides so you don't drive in the stream.



Back to our cottage to stoke the coal fire for the night and a snack. Wallace and Gromit fans will appreciate the cheese I bought in Hawes England, in James Herriot country- Wensleydale. I'll close tonight's post on Julie's assessment of the BBC weather reports each night.



"I think the weathermen each day puts several folded pieces of paper in a jar. One piece says "showers", one says "rain", one says "windy", one says "cloudy", one says "some sunshine". They shake it up each day and throw them down on a table. Whichever order they pick them up becomes the weather for the day."