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Friday, July 10th, 2009

by Rach
Scarborough, England

That’s both the history of the castle we visited today and the sea we are parked beside tonight. (Come to think of it, the adjective aptly describes the behaviour of all children in our care today as well….not to mention the adults – if we are to be entirely honest, both of us raised our voices at various smallfry big-enough-to-know-better-fry in the graveyard we were parked in this afternoon too. Hopefully Anne Bronte did not turn in her grave – yes, that would be Charlotte’s little sister. And yes, the graveyard really had been made into a pay-n-display carpark – all the not-so-famous headstones have been removed and are stacked up around the stone walls – bet there was a long church meeting to reach that decision!)

Anyway, the sea. It rolls in, enormous great waves that swallow the black warning flags. Rolls. Rolls. Rolls. We have never seen such waves that do not break until they hit the stone wall holding up the road. Initially it was an eerie sight; so much so that some of the children did not want to leave the vans to go and peer over the wall! But we all ended up leaning, sitting, standing on the wall and marvelling. The more you watched, the less imposing those waves seemed. And the wall did a marvellous job of stopping them – even though it looked like they would just keep rising over!
All that said, we decided to push on around the point to find a less formidable place to sleep. The question is, is it any better? This side the waves are enormous and break in a roaring rush of water. As we ate dinner (inside the van – too cold to sit outside, coz this is English Summer, you know) we watched the waves crash against the concrete barrier beside the road; sometimes the spray reached so high complete houses across the bay were obliterated from view! But somehow it felt more comforting to see the waves break – coz that’s what waves are s’posed to do!

So here we are at the base of the cliff. If we look up we can see Scarborough Castle. See?

It looked much more impressive from up the top this afternoon and the view was spectacular. As ever, the audio tour was top-notch. Favourite snippets include the fact that one of the kings would plant pig-attracting grains on the edges of his fields and then charge the pigs’ owners to retrieve their animals……and the fact that one of the attacking leaders got blown off the cliff by a gust of wind – first of all it took his hat right off his head, then it blew his cape up over his face and he stumbled and fell down the cliff – took him six weeks to recover and renew the attack….and it struck us as significant that this piece of land where we were standing had been occupied since 800BC – that’s nearly 3,000 years…..and as recently as the First World War the stronghold was being attacked, and even in the Second World War it was used as a secret listening post to intercept enemy transmissions. This is a place with some history, and as I mentioned, a tumultuous one. Five times it was besieged – but never taken. Some of the sieges were long-lasting too. And one ended with the front of the keep being blown to pieces – the audio recording was so realistic, the children felt they were right there when it happened. I suppose they were there, right where it happened, just a few hundred years later.

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 35km

strawberry fields forever

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

by Rach
Somewhere between Helmsley and Scarborough, after Beadlam, not exactly sure where, England

Strawberry picking just before dinner. No-one complained about that unplanned stop!
But it was hardly the highlight of the day. (Actually, just as an aside, this week I have issued a challenge: no journal entry is to start “Today we woke up and….” and next week’s challenge has already been put out too: no journal entry is to mention food unless it is spectacularly out of the ordinary. Even though the kids don’t believe it yet, I know they will not necesarilly be interested in reading back that they had porridge for breakfast every morning – and I’m sure they’ll be able to assume that if they wrote something on a given day, they actually woke up that day. Anyway, hand-picked strawberries are worth writing about!)

Yes, I know that’s a raspberry, but at nearly five pounds a kilo, we were not buying any of them not matter how good they looked! Strawberries were half that price – and still not cheap by NZ standards – especially as we grow them ourselves at home!
Oh, and do we look cold? That’s because it’s the English Summer. You may have read about a heat wave last week (and to be fair the mercury did jump over 30 degrees), but that’s all history. We are wearing polarfleece jackets every day now – the temperature is barely more than an Auckland winter!! And it rains just as much (read “most days”) But that hardly makes exciting reading either.

So what shall we tell you about? You’ll have to hold me back from giving a complete history lesson. Maybe a photo of my knitting at Rievaulx (pronounced ree-vo) Abbey will prevent such a disaster:

OK OK enough of that.
How about this industry? Journalling time. Cut short by rain!

Inspirational. There was no shortage of things to write about. No-one even missed not being allowed to start “We woke up” <wink>
Have you heard of the Cistercians? Apart from in our blogpost the other day, that is! We hadn’t. And we were wondering who they were. Now we know. And if you wish to, please read on; if you don’t care to, there will be some more nice pics below!
Once upon a time (although this isn’t a fairy tale) old Benedict (we’d heard of him) wrote a list of rules for monks to live by (we even knew about that bit). But over the centuries the ideal of monks spending their days in worship, study and manual labour had somehow been lost…(in my humble opinion, in some ways this was a good thing -because it is a FALSE dichotomy, this thinking that study and gardening are not worship, but I digress)….these French dudes, calling themselves Cistercians reverted to Benedict’s old rules, wanting to live piously by them. They didn’t just stay in Frogland, but took off as missionaries across the channel and a bunch of them ended up in Yorkshire. Actually, at the height of their devotion, there were more than 800 living here. But by the time King Henry VIII came along and dissolved the Abbey in the early 1500s, there was only  handful remaining.
The choir monk (one who wore a white habit and attended seven services a day as opposed to a lay monk, who wore a brown habit and attended fewer services, but was employed in farm labour or working in the infirmary), who took us on an audio tour around the remains was there at the time of the dissolution, and had keenly followed the history of the Abbey and could fill us in on all sorts of interesting details. By the way, did you know that these monks were so devoted to Benedict that they followed his rule of owning only two habits each TOTALLY LITERALLY? Because Benedict hadn’t said they could wear undergarments, they didn’t. Now if you ask me, this was crazy, especially given how cold it gets up here, but there ya go. If they ever left the Abbey to travel, they would borrow a pair of one-size-fits-all breeches, to be returned on their return. It may well be that this was not supposed to be one of the defining features remembered by visitors to the Abbey, but it made an indelible impression….along with the latrine block (which, by the way, was a very sophisticated system, and far less primitive than some of the amenities we have used on this trip)…on some of the boy members of the family. Just check out their journals!
Of course, that wasn’t all there was to learn. We read Theophilus’ description of how to make stained glass windows, including how to make the glass. We *smelt* (and read about and walked through the tannery) the process of tanning hides. We watched the sheep (see photo above!) and discovered what a vital role they played for the monks, whose main income was derived from selling their wool. We sat in the scriptorium and contemplated working there, and having just seen for the first time some *actual* implements used by monks, we were able to imagine what it would have been like. Mboy6 concluded he would like to have been a monk, who did the writing. We giggled about using coriander for flatulence, and squeemishly wriggled away from the *real* blade used to bleed people in the infirmary. I made sure everyone learnt the hand signals used by monks in the refectory, thinking it a grand idea to implement their policy of silence at mealtimes (ha – as if that would work round here! – and to be honest, most of the time I wouldn’t want it to – I do like our mealtime discussions).

The warning that I might start preaching history, appears to have been misplaced. Here are the pictures, anyway.

 

 

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 34km

quick eats

Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
by the cook Byland Abbey, 1/2 a mile from Wass, 1 1/2 from Oldstead, 6 1/2 from Helmsley, England My kitchen view keeps changing. This morning when I was chucking together the curry it was out across a huge grass reserve ... [Continue reading this entry]

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 ... [Continue reading this entry]

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]

of friendly folks and age-old legends

Saturday, June 27th, 2009
by one of the drivers, who is wondering when the roads will widen Tintagel, England She is wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Never mind that a gale is blowing across the fields; it is summer and one wears shorts in summer ... [Continue reading this entry]