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a journey through time

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

by Rachael
Telford, England

We start in the year MDCCLXXIX. How long does it take you to work it out? We know our Roman numerals, but they don’t slip off the tongue quite so readily as 1779!
We are at Telford and England’s first iron bridge has just been opened.

The birthplace of the Industrial Revolution should call for more than a two minute speech from the Mama, but all the museums (there are nearly a dozen of them in this one gorge) are frightfully expensive and so the speech suffices….until such a time as we study this time period from the comfort of the other side of the world. Hopefully someone will make the connection back to this day! In the meantime, we zip around a corner and back to the 1100s and Buildwas Abbey. Walking around what remains of the magnificent stone structure reminds us these were cold places to live – inside the fairly complete rooms, it was decidedly chilly even on this very warm day.

Up the road and back another few hundred years. About the time Paul was writing his letter to the Romans (58AD), a legion of approximately 6,000 men was dispatched off to the miserable far reaches of the empire – to modern day Wroxeter. They built themselves a fort, and over the next 500 years it was enlarged to become a complete city covering 160 or so acres – the fourth largest city in Britain at the time. And then, for no apparent reason, it was abandoned. There is no evidence of fire or plague or attack – it just seems the people up and left. The only remaining part today is a small exclusive market and the baths. Possibly sounds not so interesting – and to just look at from the road, doesn’t appear spectacular, but with the help of illustrated boards and an audio tour with a wealth of information and dramatisations, the pile of bricks was brought to life. It’s quite something to stand beside a fairly deserted English country lane knowing that a thousand years ago it was teeming with life. It’s quite something to look across that street and imagine the Forum in the field. It’s quite something to walk down the steps into the baths, look up and imagine the collonades, the tiles, the paintwork.

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English Heritage looks after hundreds of old buildings and historic sites in England – everything from Stonehenge, Chysauster Village and Tintagel castle, which we visited earlier to Wroxeter Roman City and Buildwas Abbey where we went today…….and there are many more, which we will be investigating over the next few weeks. Some of the sites are little more than stones in the ground. Others, have excellently-produced audio tours, small museums (there was a very professional one at the Roman city today) or worksheets for children. We are a bit picky about using worksheets, generally preferring the kids to have their own experience at a place rather than hearing them say, “What are we supposed to do next?” So in the case of Tintagel, we stuck the worksheets in a back pocket until we had finished our visit. At Buildwas Abbey, however, they had sheets of photos that had been taken and it was the children’s mission to try to find each photo. This proved to be a winner, and even the smallest could take part. On the sheets were a couple of monks talking in speech balloons about their lives too. It was simple, but very effective. And allowed time for Dadda to take photos of Mama making the lunch….what a place for a picnic!

 

Each site we have been to so far has had a guidebook – smallish reasonably-priced informative books, which we would love to be purchasing, but we are aware we will be backpacking again before this trip is over and so we are restrained.
Some of the sites have no entry fee, but most do. Unfortunately for us, a family pass includes only three children and so we would have to buy two passes for each site. BUT English Heritage obviously understands the importance of getting children interested in their work and so they allow six children to accompany each adult who has an annual membership. We only needed to visit three sites to make this an economically viable proposition for us, even though we will be here less than two months. Looks like we will certainly be getting our money’s worth from these passes – with the handbook they provide, we have mapped out our route to take in many of their sites.

If we were in New Zealand, we would most probably have only visited one of these sites on any one day. But we are in England and there’s so much to see. So we didn’t stop there. Not far up the road was Shrewsbury, a little town we were assured was well worth making the effort to visit, and one where we hoped to find the famous biscuits. Our informants were right; it was a gorgeous place (my new favourite English village), but we couldn’t find a bakery, let alone any bikkies.

 

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 60km

another saturday turns late

Saturday, July 4th, 2009

by Rachael
Telford, England

When the day dawns bright and clear and you’re in Stratford-Upon-Avon, there is really only one thing to do.

row boats
high hopes

perfect day
swans sway

stone bridges
green hedges

church steeple
happy people

co-operation
oars in motion

lost hat
can’t get back
never mind
left behind
glide along
nothing’s wrong

water splash
racing dash

recreation
oars right in motion

Of course, we needed to pay homage to The Bard as well at one of the coolest monuments we’ve come across – even the flowers hold special significance.

Only two days before in the late afternoon everyone had walked around the very quiet town, taking photos of Shakespeare’s birthplace and generally enjoying. Today it was completely different, although still enjoyable. There were hundreds of people everywhere. We couldn’t even get close to The House, let alone take unpopulated photos. The streets were milling with throngs of visiting folks. Musicians of a wide variety lent a festive air to the occasion of a Summer Saturday in Stratford. There was a carnival atmosphere and we would not have been surprised to see Romeo and Juliet strolling the streets (had their story turned out more favourably for them). Massive flower displays added colour, and we enjoyed some more.

Time to drive on, satisfied that The Day’s Detour has already been completed (this time on the water in search of a hat-about-to-sink having been blown off a little head). But no! When the Bear Cave’s exhaust pipe breaks in two, you definitely take a second detour! Details would make for less than exciting reading (it certainly was no fun trying to find somewhere open and able to help at four o’clock on a Saturday afternoon in a place where we didn’t even know where we were!!!!!! Turned out to be Birmingham). Most places were closed without intention of opening before Monday. Open garages could only make suggestions and give false leads. Eventually Mr Fix-It worked his magic in a parking spot beside a gas station, remedying the problem himself with some hastily-purchased not-intended-for-exhaust-repair spare parts. Word of advice: If you’re going to buy an ancient vehicle to travel in, make sure you have permanent access to a Competent Handyman. You’ll need him!

Second word of advice: carry an emergency supply of instant potato, tinned vegetables and tinned stew. You’ll eventually have an emergency big enough to consider using the supply. We did. In that parking spot beside the gas station. Before heading off across Birmingham.

In an effort to avoid a toll road, Mr GPS took us for a tiki-tour of the city. Suddenly gone were the leafy lanes and quaint villages. We were in the other side of England. No rugby supporters here; just soccer supporters – signs of Aston Villa and West Bromwich Albion made that all too evident. It still strikes me as amusing that the posh in Britain follow the barbaric game while the working class are in favour of the genteel game!

Anyway, the hanging baskets of flowers and front gardens disappeared. Replaced with boarded up windows, when they weren’t simply broken. Security cameras encased in steel cages. Rubbish on the road. Peeling paint. Falling-over fences. Gone were the Industrial Estates set apart from the residential parts of town that we had been commenting on in previous days – here the houses crowded around the factories like cottages around a church in medieval times. Gone were the Prince of Wales pubs offering Sunday Carvery. In their place were Chopishop, Roti Junction, Halal Meat and Shaht Kabab right opposite “The Frightened Horse” (easy to see why he was scared!) For hair design, there was Bollywood Styles, and for the fashion-conscious, Exclusive Ladies Sarees and Scarves, Naresh Jewellers and Jandu Textiles. To pay for it all, you could visit the Bank of India or Punjab National Bank. If things turned nasty, there were Ahmed’s Solicitors, Doctor Ashok or Asian Funeral Directors, depending how bad it got. Yes, with a mosque there on the same street as all these offerings, we were transported to the Far East, the Middle East, and deepest Africa. There was not one white face to be seen. This is not to say that non-whites don’t appreciate gardens or fresh paint, or that no whites litter their streets. I’m just recording what we saw this day. For over an hour we drove through the suburbs; she’s a big town is Birmingham.

Eventually our temporary culture change was over and we found ourselves back in the now-familiar rural lanes.  All the way to Telford. We were supposed to visit the bridge….but it really was too late! We’d seen a nice sunset though.

(Every Saturday that we have been on the road has ended up a late night – no matter how hard we have tried to arrive in a timely fashion at our destination. Every single one!)

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 140km

simple precious mama moments

Friday, July 3rd, 2009
by Mama Stratford-Upon-Avon, England At home she was Mama’s girl. Within weeks of being on the road she was Dadda’s girl, and far more fiercely so than she had ever been attached to me. This special fondness for Dadda was initially ... [Continue reading this entry]

introducing…….

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
Jgirl14’s story, based on Grandpa’s young-boy wartime exploits, and most probably incorporating the experiences of other people she has had opportunity to interview whilst on this trip as well. People like extended family, who provide another slant to the same ... [Continue reading this entry]

**DETOUR**

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009
by Rachael Stratford-Upon-Avon, England I wonder how many of our blog readers think we are exaggerating when we say we have at least one detour every day! Today we had three; two due to wrong turnings on our part and here’s ... [Continue reading this entry]

*university*

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
by a linguistics graduate Bath, England That Bath is a university town was particularly apparent today – hundreds of black-gowned graduates were out on display, marching the streets, proudly clutching their certificates. It seemed an appropriate place to check out second-hand ... [Continue reading this entry]

what else could we fit in today?

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
by Rachael Bath, England Last night Rob crashed on the none-too-comfortable certainly-not-big-enough-for-him seat at the back of the Bear Cave…..and did not move for half an hour. Eventually he mentioned to no-one in particular, “I can’t keep this up!” Our preferred pattern ... [Continue reading this entry]

1,2,3…

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007
We went to the doctor today to find out what vaccinations we need! "What don't we need?" is more like it!! But that's not what this post is about. On the way home the children were chanting in turn one - two - ... [Continue reading this entry]

traditional crafts

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007
Over the past few years I've joined the resurgence of Young(-ish, in my case) People tuning in to the joys of slowly-made hand-crafted items. I record much of what I make on one of my other blogs: intricateSIMPLICITY It seems to ... [Continue reading this entry]

life’s a beach

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007
<a href="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Beach walks are one of our favourite recreational activities. No matter how mnay times we go to Karekare, it is different every time. Today was the first time we have ... [Continue reading this entry]