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Monday, July 13th, 2009

written by the mother – travelling photographs by the eldest son (fort photos by mother)
On the outskirts of Hexham again, back in the same spot as two nights ago

Today’s blog post is brought to you courtesy of Jboy13, who sat with camera in hand and snapped through our dirty windscreen. Sorry he couldn’t capture the stomach-in-mouth feeling as we went through not one, but two, “severe dips”. Apologies too, that he totally botched the photo of us passing another vehicle on the narrow lane! But the picture he managed was enough to indicate there was not a huge quantity of road for anyone else…..unless, of course, they were a pheasant. That bird raced the van up the road for about twenty metres!!!!! Which would be the perfect time to tell you that every time we see a bird (or animal) on the road the inevitable, “Why did the XYZ cross the road?” gets asked. Sometimes solutions are sought. Sometimes we just giggle together. You see, on one particular trip in Laos we saw so many chickens crossing the road that we lost count. We may even have blogged about it. But ever since then, the question has HAD to be asked whenever we have seen something non-vehicular on the road.
Anyway, here are a few of Jboy13’s random shots from today’s journey:


(Sidetrack: the views are never as exciting here as in Asia – there are no motorbikes laden with pigs or five people, there are no big bundles of who-knows-what, there are no haystacks cycling up the road…..)

But that is not to say excitement is lacking….here are some action shots from our Housesteads Roman Fort visit:

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 54km

vision

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009

by a dreamer
Helmsley, England

In my imagination in the middle of sheep covered hills there is a town set around a market square. The market square has little shops – butcher, baker, cheese seller, cloth merchant, wool shop, tailor, candlemaker, household wares (or in this particular case, antique shop), barber, bookshop, fruit and vegetable sellers, clean public toilets and a picnic spot under some trees…..all within walking distance of each other and the village houses, each of which has its own abundant vegetable garden out the back.

We have found the village, the very one.

What I didn’t know, is it has a stream running through with stone bridges, and actually, speaking of stone – that’s the material all the buildings are made of (in my dream village, all structures were of natural renewable long-lasting resources – it just so happens that here that translates to yellow sandstone). There is also a church and a monument and the ruins of a magnificent castle complete with fantastic audio tour, special exhibition exploring the social, domestic and military aspects of the fortress and all sorts of hands-on displays, including a tactile model with braille text and puzzle pieces for littlies to recreate a mosaic floor and keys to turn in locks. Just up the hill is the miller (according to the sign on the side of the road), and on the outskirts of town (but still well within walking distance) is a carpark for tourists’ and locals’ cars and coaches and a well-patronised recycling station. In my village I wouldn’t erect a sign forbidding sleeping overnight in the carpark, but the parking warden assured us he would not be checking after he’d gone off duty and we could stay, so that is almost as good!

We are in Helmsley.


yes, we snaffled up some treasures in here
(including three *Just Williams*)

 

Best of all, is the knowledge that my idealistic dreams ARE actually a reality here, meaning “dreamer” is not necessarily a derogatory term! 
I will continue to dream…..and pursue……

You can take a squiz at the castle if you like – we parked right next to it for the night. Sorry you can’t hear the audio commentary – it really was superb, and such an alive way to learn a whole heap of history.

Question: can someone enlighten us? I know what different grains look like once they’re off the plant and ready to be milled into flour, but not when they are still in the ground!What is this? Is it wheat? Rye? Barley? How can you tell the difference? And what about when it’s still green? We’d be most obliged to anyone who knows these things.

Time on the road: need to check Jboy13’s record!
Distance covered: 13km

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]

**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]

living history

Monday, June 29th, 2009
by Rachael Weston-super-mare, England via Clovelly He used to cycle out to this little beachside town back in the day. Way back when, the street was so steep it was closed to vehicular traffic; only donkeys and sledges plied the cobblestones. ... [Continue reading this entry]

Canterbury Tales

Sunday, June 21st, 2009
by Rachael Canterbury, England This whole trip started with Rob’s desire to travel around England with his Dad, seeing where Grandpa had grown up (apart from his years in India), gathering family stories, meeting as-yet-unmet family. Moving on from being a mere ... [Continue reading this entry]

* STellendam * STop * STuck * ooSTende *

Saturday, June 20th, 2009
by a weary driver Oostende, Belgium At 246km, it was slated to be our longest driving day so far. And if we remember correctly that it took us eleven hours to travel only 200km in Laos, then today rivals that record ... [Continue reading this entry]

you’ve been asking

Friday, June 19th, 2009
by Rach Stellendam, Holland Our email inbox is full of “when are you coming home?” messages. Today I’m supposed to be able to tell you the answer. But I can’t. Sorry. We tried to book online, but couldn’t, because groups cannot exceed nine people and ... [Continue reading this entry]

fierce allegiances

Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
by Rachael Stellendam, Zeeland, The Netherlands To be honest, we were overcome with the politeness of the drivers in Germany. You needed only to turn your indicator on and even the biggest trucks would move over to allow you passage into ... [Continue reading this entry]

holiday in heaven ~ oops, I mean Holland

Monday, June 15th, 2009
by Rachael, who is wondering if her knee will ever stop swelling Stellendam, Holland Power, flush toilets, hot showers, kitchen, a reading room (books in Dutch and Deutsch), fresh water, grey water dumping facilities, chemical toilet dumping station, sun shining, grass ... [Continue reading this entry]