Brighton

(October 3 to 6) Our last stay before flying home was in Brighton, which we visited 13 years ago in 2004 with Lisa and James.  This time we stayed in an Airbnb apartment beside Brighton Marina, which has undergone major development over the last ten years and is now surrounded by apartments, shops and eateries.  Our apartment had a great view westwards along the beach towards the Brighton town centre and the famous Brighton Pier.

We revisited the Royal Pavilion, the little narrow streets of The Lanes area, and walked along the pier and down the waterfront.

On Brighton Pier, 2004.
Brighton Pier 2017.
Lisa’s purple bunny, won in 2004.
In 2017 Pikachu has taken the place of purple bunnies.

Our Airbnb experience was not so good in Brighton, as our host Alex did not respond to messages, did not turn up to give us the key, and told us there was parking included which turned out not to be the case.  Despite that the apartment was quite well equipped and had a spectacular view over the sea, and there were lots of places for coffee and dinner nearby.  In the end it turned out ok.

Sunset over Brighton, from our windows.
Cafe Rouge had the best coffee!  Our apartment in the distance.
A large wind farm is being constructed offshore from Brighton.
Brighton Marina.
Our apartments on the left.  Plenty of walking space around the marina.

Brighton’s newest attraction is the “British Airways i360” which is a huge tower with a moving viewing pod.  It rises 160 metres, compared to say 120 metres for the Wellington Cable Car, and takes about 10 minutes to ascend giving a ride of about 25 minutes in total.  It is the tallest moving viewing platform in Britain, and provides a view from the top a bit like that from a low-flying plane.  It can hold up to 200 people, but today there were only about 15 of us so it was not crowded.  It moves almost silently, suspended on eight cables which are pulled by motors below ground.  The i360 was designed by the same architects who designed the London Eye.

The i360 viewing pod approaching its lower park position.
It’s beautifully shiny and reflective underneath!
Sue, relaxed, about 100 metres in the air.
The space-age viewing pod.  Staff wear airline-style uniforms.

Seven Sisters

(October 6) About 20 km east of Brighton are the Seven Sisters Cliffs, a stretch of steep white chalk cliffs on the coast.  The name arises from the fact that there are seven rises and falls in the clifftop.  We are still 100 km from Dover, but these cliffs are quite like those famous white cliffs.

I was a nice sunny day, but with a stiff cool breeze so we needed our warm jackets.  We parked at the end of the road out of Seaford, and walked the 1 km or so down to the beach.  You get great views along the coast as you approach the old Coastguard Cottages.  This track is their only access to the outside world.

A selfie!
Walking down to the beach approaching the Coastguard Cottages.
Cuckmere Haven, the mouth of the Cuckmere River.
This World War II Spitfire zoomed past low overhead!
The view inland from Cuckmere Haven, toward Exceat.
The Seven Sisters

Ancestral Haunts

(19 September)  Today we moved again, leaving Cornwall and heading east and north toward London again.  We will stop on the way for three nights in Lyme Regis.  We planned a few stops along the way to visit places associated with Sue’s ancestors.

Sue’s g-g-g-grandparents were Edward and Elizabeth Tregenza (“Edward the First” and “Elizabeth the First”, say). According to census information, Edward the First was born in Lelant (in 1814) where we had lunch today at the railway station.

Lunch at Lelant Station.

The Lelant Station is a quiet secluded place, with a nice view over the estuary, so it was actually not a bad place to have lunch.

Edward and Elizabeth probably met in Barripper, which we also passed through. The 1841 census records Edward as being a copper miner, living in Barripper next door to Elizabeth Collins, a “mine girl”. Elizabeth was living with the Thomas family along with her sister Maryann.

Sarah Jane Lukey (Sue’s g-g grandmother) lived with her parents (Joseph and Sarah) in Liskeard around 1860 in one of the Trevecca cottages which still stand today.

Sarah Lukey emigrated to New Zealand in the “Tiptree” arriving in Lyttelton in 1864, and later married Edward Tregenza (Sue’s g-g-grandfather, Edward II), son of the Edward I mentioned above, after he emigrated to New Zealand, via Adelaide (in the “Electric”) in 1865.

Trevecca cottages circa 1918 (the Lukey house is no 11, third from left).
Trevecca cottages in 2017, and Sue.
We found more or less the same viewpoint as the old photo above and took this photo.  Where those cows stood is now a construction site, so from next year this view will be gone forever as the foreground will be blocked by new houses!

The cottages up close.
Sue in front of number 11.

We chatted to a woman gardening outside Trevecca Cottage Number 1, and when we came back from taking photos from across the road, she hurried out again to show us a book, “The Life and Work of Henry Rice: Liskeard’s Foremost Architect”. He apparently designed the Trevecca Cottages, which were built in 1847. The cottages were therefore quite new when the Lukeys lived there.

We also had this old photo of the fountain in Liskeard (on the right), also designed by Henry Rice, so took the same photo again just because we were there:

Liskeard Fountain circa 1914-19
Liskeard Fountain 2017 (on the right)

Edward II and Sarah’s daughter, Elizabeth II, travelled to England in 1891 as a nursemaid for the Hamlyn family, and was able to visit her grandmother (Elizabeth I) in Callington.  Her diary reports they went for a walk which took in “Doublepools”, and nearby Hangman’s Lane.  Edward and Elizabeth were living in Callington in the Doublepools cottages at the time of the 1851 census.

Doublepools cottages 2017.
Hangman’s Lane 2017.

On another day we walked to Land’s End from Sennen Cove, a distance of a couple of kilometers.  Marion’s photos include this one of Sennen Cove from the past:

Sennen Cove near Lands End.
Sennen Cove today (Google image) – many of the same houses are still there.

Duxford IWM

Today we had a day out, driving to Duxford just outside Cambridge to visit the Imperial War Museum.  Duxford is an operating airfield, and an aircraft museum displaying everything from WW II fighter planes to airliners, but focusing on British ones.  There is one display hall devoted to American aircraft as well.  There were hundreds of people there for the day, and there was continuous activity in the sky as all sorts of historic aircraft took off and landed, or buzzed the airfield at low altitude.  It was like a mini airshow.  You could pay to have a ride in some of them, but we didn’t.

It was a nice day, although a bit blustery.

I know of many of these old aircraft, but found that up close they are generally much larger than I had imagined.  Those on display here are ingeniously packed into several large halls with their wings cunningly intertwined like a huge jigsaw puzzle.  They are several layers deep with the smaller ones under the big ones or suspended from the ceiling on wires.

The Lancaster bomber.

When I was growing up there was always a photo in our home of a Lancaster bomber with a couple of hundred men lined up on its wings and on the ground for a group photo, taken during World War II of the New Zealand Squadron 75 which was based in England.  Somewhere in that photo was my uncle Gerry (Gerald) who flew in one of these bombers over Germany, as the wireless operator.  He took part in night raids over Germany, when sometimes over a thousand bombers at once would conduct raids on German cities.  It was very interesting to see a real Lancaster bomber up close.

This is the nose of the Concorde.

They also have one of the few surviving Concordes, the supersonic English/French airliner which operated for 27 years between Europe and the USA until economics, noise complaints, and a disastrous accident ended its career about 2003.  Today there are still no supersonic airliners.

Sue below the engine exhausts.
Inside.  This was a test Concorde, fitted with test equipment and fewer seats.
The cockpit – not complicated at all.

My father was stationed in Noumea for part of the war, where as a technician he serviced and repaired the radio equipment on the aircraft operating there.  One he told us about was the Catalina flying boat, able to land on water or land.  He remembered feeling seasick having to work inside these planes in the 40 degree heat while they slopped about at anchor smelling of oil and kerosene.  I assembled a kitset model of one, so I knew what it looked like.  Today I saw a real one for the first time, which was quite exciting.  They are a weird looking aircraft.

The Catalina.

Duxford also has a larger Sunderland Flying Boat on display, which I believe were among the first aircraft to fly to New Zealand as commercial airlines, landing on Auckland Harbour at Hobsonville, from about 1940.  I see that today there is a new housing development at Hobsonville called “Sunderland”.

Cambridge

We’ve found Cambridge a very interesting town, with lots to see and busy with students and tourists everywhere.  The university system is very different to our NZ one, there being 31 colleges here in Cambridge and each one basically a little university in its own right.  Generally students at these colleges also live at them, and each one may teach a full range of subjects.  Trinity College is the largest, and is a very wealthy college, owning over a billion pounds worth of property and assets.  It is among the largest landowners in Britain.

We visited the main museum, the Fitzwilliam.  Here are a few photos from there:

A decimal clock.  Ten hours per day, ten minutes per hour.  The small face within is a normal 24 hour clock.
A fabulous nautilus shell.
This huge slab is the lid of an Egyptian sarcophagus.
A face from the decoration on a 3000 year old Egyptian coffin.
Yes, that is a man busking from inside a rubbish bin.
The autumn leaves are starting to gather on the ground in thick layers.

 We bought our tickets for a punt on the river Cam on Monday, where it was much quieter than the previous weekend days.  Your punt-man propels you up and down a stretch of the river which takes you past many of the famous colleges – Trinity College, Kings College, Queens College, etc.  These all back onto the river and their properties extend across to the the land on the other side, so most have their own bridges across.  Cam-bridge == Cambridge.

A quiet day for punting on the river Cam.
Our punting guide, Ben, a student.  We are passing under the Bridge of Sighs.
This is called the “Mathematical Bridge”, made from wood.

 Next on the agenda was a look inside one of the colleges, in our case Kings College.  You buy a ticket, and are then allowed to wander through the chapel and around the grounds (but NOT on the grass).

Inside Kings Chapel.
The famous vaulted ceiling, 40 metres above.
A trumpeting angel.
Amateur and professional punters going in all directions.

 If you prefer you can hire a boat without a guide, and propel yourself down the river.  Judging by the efforts of those we watched, this is not as simple as it might appear.  On this quiet Monday in October there were plenty of near misses, so in July and August when the town is packed with tourists it must be chaotic!

A side view of Kings Chapel, across the immaculate lawn.

 I loved this amazing mechanical clock – the “Corpus Clock”.  The alien-looking beast on top (the “Chronophage” or time-eater) walks atop the turning second wheel, occasionally blinking and yawning. I will try and put up a video of it to show it working (actually of course Youtube has it already, for example this video ).

The Corpus Clock and Chronophage.

 We also checked out the Sedgwick Earth Sciences museum, since we are now amateur ammonite enthusiasts.  It is full of fossils of all ages from around Britain and the world, including some big dinosaur skeletons.

Sue blissfully unaware of the danger!
Thousands of catalogued items of every type and size.
These ones were quite like our own little ammonite.
Glad these spiders are now extinct!

Cambridge is flat, and there are bikes everywhere,
Sue contemplates a wardrobe update.

It would have been nice to have a few more bright days, to give more life to our photos!  But it has been quite warm, with just occasional rain.  Not bad overall.

Bletchley Park

Bletchley Park is a property on the edge of Milton Keynes which was the home of an ultra-secret British code breaking organisation during World War II.  Alan Turing was probably the most famous person associated with this place, and his story was turned into the film “The Imitation Game” (2014) starring Benedict Cumberbatch.  Today they have recreated much of the original setup of Bletchley Park and turned it into a tourist attraction, including modern displays about encryption and protecting your personal data online and the like.

Bletchley House, the original grand house, viewed across the lake.

 The Germans used an “Enigma” machine to encrypt all their communications.  The machine itself was fairly well known and had been used before the war.  The problem was that it could encode messages in over a billion different ways, so the British needed to work out what settings were being used each day.  Even after they learned to break the code they had to keep doing it again every day, because every day the Germans changed the code.

The German Enigma machine, thousands of which were used by the Germans to encrypt messages.

 The British secret weapon was the “Bombe” machine they developed, which was sort of primitive computer which could run through a huge number of possible combinations in a short time.  The one pictured here is a faithful replica built from scratch over 13 years, finishing in 2009.  All the originals were destroyed to maintain secrecy after the war.

This replica is a fully operational one, and they run it every 15 minutes every day to demonstrate it to visitors.  All these wheels spin, at various speeds, until the machine detects a possible solution to the day’s code.  It may have to be run numerous times before the correct answer is found, but it massively reduces the number of combinations which have to be checked by hand.  It is much more entertaining to watch than a modern computer!

The British “Bombe” machine, which helped break the Enigma codes.
Around the back of the machine, some of the whirring cogs and shafts.  Also an elaborate oiling system!
Some of the relays which trip to capture the correct solution.
The top wheels spin twice per second; the second row step once in 13 seconds, and the last row once in 5 minutes.
A man warned us there had been a “pecking incident” yesterday – keep a safe distance!

It was very pleasant looking around the park and gardens, and through the main house.  It seemed quite well run, and they are working to raise money and restore more of the 1940’s buildings.

Oxford

In Oxford we stayed in one of the colleges – Lady Margaret Hall – in the student accommodation.  That was a bit of a reminder of how soft we have become since we were at university.  We did have a bathroom, but it was slightly smaller than an aircraft toilet but still managed to include a shower!  We had a quieter time in Oxford, because Sue was attending a conference there.

Outside the porter’s lodge (gate house) of Lady Margaret Hall.
The breakfast (dining) room was a bit quiet with all the students on holiday.
Part of the Lady Margaret grounds.  The brown lawn is infected with a grub, and also being dug up by badgers and moles.
There are nice big parks nearby.
Autumn colour.
The Bridge of Sighs – a replica of the original in Venice.
Ready for dinner at The Crown.  They say Shakespeare used to stop here.
And this was where J.R.R. Tolkein and C.S. Lewis used to drink!

Zoe’s Birthday Party

Today we were invited to Zoe’s birthday party.  She turned three.  Marilyn is here too, having a month in England catching up with her boys (men) and their families, and fitting in some walking in Cornwall.  We met them at “Oxygen Freejumping” which turned out to be a large indoor space filled with trampolines and dozens of shrieking children.

Trampolines everywhere, and a lot of yelling.
Mally, Zoe and friends preparing the cake for candle-lighting.
Sue, Marilyn, Stephen, Ivana, and Kieren in the beer garden.

After and hour of trampolining followed by the blowing out of the candles and the cutting of the cake, we all retired to the Duke of Kent pub down the road, which has a large beer garden out the back which include a children’s playground.  Perfect for everyone, in other words.

Lyme Regis to Uxbridge

We had a fairly long drive today, from Lyme Regis to Uxbridge, on the outskirts of London.  The traffic was fairly bad even for London, I think, with big queues even on major roads, and our satnav changed our route several times to try and avoid gridlocked traffic. Uxbridge is fairly close to where Kieren and Mally live, so it will be easy to get to Zoe’s party tomorrow from here.

Halfway to London we stopped to revisit Stonehenge, having last been there in 2004 with Lisa and James.  They have completely altered the nearby roads and built a large new visitors’ centre about 2 km away.  Now you have to park at the visitors’ centre, buy your ticket and take a shuttle bus to Stonehenge itself.  I noticed that Google maps still shows the now-disappeared road, so it must have happened fairly recently.  We had a nice sunny day, similar to the last time 13 years ago.

Found a gap in the crowds to take a photo.
Stonehenge, still impressive.  The big stones are 4 metres high and weight about 25 tonnes.
Hmmm, coffee and mobility scooters together.  Perfect for my old age.
Salisbury Cathedral.

Salisbury cathedral was consecrated over 750 years ago, and has the tallest spire in Britain, at 123 metres.  The huge font (below) is filled with absolutely still water, forming a mirror surface.

The perfect mirror surface of the water in the Salisbury Cathedral font.

Lyme Regis

Lyme Regis is a small seaside town which is a popular tourist destination.  There has been a town here for 1,000 years or so.  Like many of the seaside places we’ve been on this trip it has streets sloping steeply down to the sea, which was about 10 or 15 minutes walk from our Airbnb.  The man who founded Bermuda was once the mayor of Lyme Regis, and various famous people have lived or stayed here including Jane Austen and J R R Tolkien.

The Cobb is a massive stone wall to protect a man-made harbour from the sea.
British seaside towns all have these little huts you can hire, to make a cup of tea out of the wind.

The town mill has been around since the 1300’s, and is now maintained in running order as one of the few remaining examples.  They still mill wheat and other grains, and sell the flour.  The guided tour was given by a very knowledgeable man who explained the whole system to us, and started the mill up from scratch so we could all see it working.  He reminded us of the many figures of speech which came from milling, e.g. “grind to a halt”, “rule of thumb”, “show one’s metal”, and “run of the mill”.

The waterwheel inside the town mill.
The town mill running, milling wheat into flour.
Our flat here is on top of the garage.
Fine pumpkins!
Our host said she didn’t quite know what to do with these.
Topiary caterpillar?
The huge cliffs at West Bay, as seen in “Broadchurch” on tv.

Fossil Hunting

We stayed in Lyme Regis, an historic little town on the “Jurassic Coast”, so called because along 95 miles of coastline about 185 million years of history is exposed in the cliffs along the shore.  At Lyme Regis the cliffs are about 200 million years old.  We read that the shores are littered with fossils, so eagerly set out along Chippel Bay to the west of Lyme Regis, where we could see people scattered into the distance with their heads down, also looking for those elusive fossils.

In Lyme Regis the streetlights contain ammonites!
On Chippel Beach searching for fossils.
Traces of a large ammonite in the rock.
A bigger ammonite – not something you can put in your pocket.

 After finding no take-home fossils on Chippel Bay, next day we drove along the coast to nearby Charmouth, where they are so easy to find that even children will have no trouble!  It was raining and stormy, but we gritted our teeth and set out along the beach.  They say that wild weather is the best time, and a falling tide, because all the freshly-exposed fossils will be there for the finding.  There are high, soft cliffs along the beach, displaying many layers of sediment and obviously eroding quickly and falling onto the beach.

Sue wrapped up against the weather.
I got my feet wet several times when I was too slow to beat an incoming wave!
Finally!  A beautiful little ammonite, and some other stuff.  Fossil poo?
The results of our day’s efforts.

The breakthrough came when we gave up all hope after about an hour and a half, and starting heading back along the beach.  Suddenly there it was – a real ammonite just lying on the sand.  A moment after I picked it up another man walked past and stooped to pick up another just a metre away, but i could find no more in that area.

It was harder than we expected, but we did come away with a real ammonite.  It feels almost like a piece of metal.  It is amazing the amount of detail that has been preserved in something 200 million years old or so.

Newquay

We’ve been staying in Newquay for a few days now, using it as a base to explore the tip of Cornwall.  Today we had a bit of a look around.  It shares several characteristics with many of the seaside towns of this part of England: (a) most of the town is on a cliff above the sea, (b) they have big tides, and (c) they build big walls to provide a sheltered mooring for their fishing boats.  Population is about 20,000 and it is served by the railway.

Newquay has beaches, but some like this one disappear at high tide.
This boogie-boarder waited for a while to find a lull in the waves so he could launch.
The Huer’s Hut

 We walked out to the Huer’s Hut high out on the point, where long ago the “huer” would keep watch out over the ocean, and if he spotted a nice big school of pilchards he would raise a “hue and cry” to alert the town’s fishermen.  See plaque (below) for full details.  The hut has steps up the back (on the right above) for access to the roof.  There was a strong cold wind up there today!

The story of the Huer’s Hut.
The boat harbour and walls.
An unusual place to build a house!

St Ives

St Ives was “Best UK Seaside Town” of 2011, and is a popular resort.  Today was sunny on-and-off which was enough to draw reasonable crowds to the town.  It has little narrow streets so the best approach is to park outside the centre and walk in.

Few people try driving through the streets of St Ives.
Lunching in the sun on the harbour front.
A common scene here – boats high and dry waiting for the tide to return.
Sue takes a short-cut.
I once had a watch like this!
Aah – sunshine!
Out at the end of the sea wall.
Cornish pasties are everywhere, in all possible flavours.
Fudge is rather popular too.
Cornish pastie for lunch!  Our first and only pastie so far.


The South-Western Tip

Today we set out bright and early because we wanted to walk out to St Michael’s Mount via the causeway, which is not possible at high tide.  And it was bright because the sun was shining at last.  St Michael’s Mount is an English version of Mont Saint Michel in France, just across the channel from here.  The French version has quite a lot more going on as it is an abbey and a village; also you can now drive out to the French one in almost any tide, and the surrounding bay is slowly silting up.  The English one has a castle on top with a small settlement below, and is still a private residence.  They open it to the public six days a week.

The causeway to St Michael’s Mount.
Almost there…
There we found top class coffee and pain-au-raisin!  Highly recommended if you are passing.
The commodore was directing the yachting from this hut on the island.  Note the blue sky!
After St Michael’s we headed for Land’s End.  On the way we sought out the Stone Circle, but ended up getting stuck up tiny mud tracks instead.  We can see it on Google (link here) but never got to see it in person!  Our car was now nice and dirty.

The “road” to the stone circle.

We have heard from certain family members that Land’s End is not worth the trouble, so I came up with the brilliant plan of driving to Sennen Cove a couple of km away and walking to Land’s End along the coastal walkway.  This way we avoided the crowds, got to walk some of the great coastal walkway, and still got the photo at Land’s End.  Paid NT parking fee.  This plan worked well, with the walk along the cliffs providing spectacular (windy) views.  They were right; Land’s End itself is no more notable than any other headland along the coast.

The coastal walkway between Sennen Cove and Land’s End.
The cafe at LE was below par, so we walked back to Sennen Cove for our refreshments.
Land’s End – the headland in the background.
The rugged coastline.
Old lookout post near Sennen Cove.
Our final mission while we were in the extreme south-west of Cornwall was to visit some of the old tin mines.  We headed for first the Botallack area, then the Levant mine, guided partly by that gripping Cornwellian soap opera, “Poldark” which we have been known to follow.  The landscape is dotted with these old mine buildings and chimneys, and the Botallack mine area is now a protected tourist attraction.  Here the engine houses are on the edge of the sea, and the underground mine passages extend about 400 metres out under the ocean as well as a long way inland, and to depths of 500 metres.  This mine amounted to about 100 km of shafts and tunnels. These engine houses contained large steam engines to pump water out of the mines, and to help lift men and materials in and out of the mine.  A guide told us it would take the men hours to get to and from work at the mine face underground, and they were only paid for the time they were actually mining!  The Botallack mine produced tin, copper, and arsenic.

Old Botallack engine houses, and Sue.
Another Botallack pump house – as seen in “Poldark”!
Sue auditioning for a part as a Poldark extra.

We also visited the Levant mine, which was less scenic but does include a working beam engine of the type used in these mines.

It was after five when we turned for home – about the same time as a red light came on to let us know we were running out of petrol!  We learned how few petrol stations there are in this little corner of Cornwall, but managed to reach one in Penzance without having to get out and walk.  Today we were also amazed to find that all the big supermarkets close about 4 pm on Sundays!  This caused us to re-think our dinner plans.  We were eventually rescued by the discovery of one small supermarket still open in Newquay (which was doing a roaring trade).

The Eden Project, and Lizard

First stop today was the Eden Project, near St Austell.  We got torrential rain interspersed with sunshine – most welcome!  The Eden Project is a sort of environmental campaign and botanic gardens, with huge plastic-covered insulated domes enclosing tropical and Mediterranean climates with thousands of plants inside.  There are two similar domes in Singapore – I’m not sure which is bigger.  This site is set up to handle thousands of visitors each day, but fortunately for us today was a relatively quiet one.

There are two huge “biomes”, the tropical one (beyond) and Mediterranean one on the right.
Inside the tropical biome.
Those distant people high above give some idea of the size of these domes.
They grow crops here, such as pineapples and rice.
Unusual flowers – the stalk grows right through the middle of each.
Looks like some pagans decided to party here.
Even the bees grow unusually well here.

This area produces white clay used for ceramics, and has huge clay-mining pits which are clearly visible on Google Earth.  The Eden Project was built inside one of these pits.  We tried but found despite their huge size they are well-hidden from the road – it’s actually easier to see them from space!

We paused in Truro, the capital of Cornwall, for lunch and a bit of a wander, then continued south to Lizard, the most southerly point in Britain (Land’s End is the most westerly point).  After paying the usual parking man we walked down to the point.

What we really came for – coffee!
Sue and the southern tip of Britain.
Nearby Kynance Cove, where some brave tourists were swimming.
A panorama of Kynance Cove.

I’ve noticed that they like the letter “z” down here.  There is the Begg family “Tregenza” ancestral branch of course, and places like Lizard, Penzance, and Marazion.

Padstow

Had an outing today to Padstow, to the north of our new base in Newquay.  First stop was the “Bedruthan Steps” which are basically very big rocks sitting along the coast.  The winds were galeforce and the rain bucketed down periodically, causing some minor flooding on the roads.  When we pulled into the carpark there was a man braving the awful conditions to collect our parking money.  We staggered along the clifftop path, leaning into the wind, and found the steep steps down to the beach below.  We were likely to be cut off by the rising tide so did not venture along the beach.

Sue battling to stand up in the wind along the clifftop.
Those big rock-bergs are the “Bedruthan Steps”.
Brian wrapped up against the blizzard.

When we returned to our car the tearoom there had opened, so we had a cheerful cup of coffee there while we sheltered from the conditions, along with quite a few other people who had appeared.

We pressed on to Padstow, which we’ve only heard of because of the TV chef Rick Stein, who does combined travel / culinary TV series through interesting countries like India, or Spain, etc.  In Padstow we saw the Stein Fish and Chip shop, some Stein restaurants, and the Stein patisserie.  Apparently some of the locals are bit fed up with the way their town has become “Stein-ville”.

In Padstow it kept raining, but we resolutely explored it anyway, getting drenched from the legs down.  We had a nice soup lunch in a pub, and walked around the harbour.  Like many ports in this part of the world, they have a boat harbour with a big gate which keeps the water inside when the tide drains the harbour outside.  We were there when they opened the gate at Padstow, which surprisingly involved the whole gate folding down onto the seabed, completely disappearing beneath the water.

This is the gate in its fully closed position.  You can walk across it.
Starting to open…
Two minutes later.  Still going down…

A last glimpse as it disappears under the water.

I think all the other gates we have seen have opened and closed like normal lock gates, in other words like big doors.

Tintagel

Tintagel is an historic site on further down the coast, connected by legends to King Arthur (but not by facts, it seems).  It is pronounced “tin-taj-el” (with “a” as in “bad”).  There are ruins of settlements and fortifications there on a dramatic headland which projects out into the Atlantic.  It was once part of the mainland but erosion has caused much of the land to collapse into the sea, leaving it now barely connected to the land.  It has become a very popular tourist spot, so the little village now has lots of large carparks, and even at this late time of year was full of people.

It was sunny but there was a moderate gale blowing in off the ocean.  The whole setting is striking, with steep cliffs dropping into the sea, and the wind and waves thrashing against the rocks below.  There were quite extensive settlements here, some over 1,000 years old, yet there is just a tiny path connecting it to the mainland.  The steep steps are great exercise for one’s knees!

The historic information explained that there are several accounts of walls or parts of buildings falling into the sea when cliffs collapsed occasionally.  Each time they just rebuilt a bit further back from the edge!

Looking down on the connecting bridge from the mainland.
Looking back to the mainland (same bridge visible on left).  

There are paths and ancient sites across the island.
Mysterious sculpture of King Arthur.
High above the Atlantic Ocean.
A sign, in case you hadn’t noticed the huge vertical drops into the sea.

It’s one of those (many) places where photographs do not do a very good job of conveying the impression you get from seeing it yourself.

On today’s trip south we also passed the first proper beaches we have encountered – still fairly wild and windy, but with real sand.  At Widemouth Bay there was a class of small wetsuit-clad kids learning to surf, and a couple of experienced kite-surfers racing about in the surf.  We also discovered we are now in a part of the world where every place you might stop to look at or walk on a beach is staffed by a chap in a hut who demands a few pounds for parking.

Widemouth Bay.
Daymer Bay.  Lots of windsurfers, kite surfers, and dog walkers.

Clovelly

Today we moved from Littleham to Newquay.  On the way we visited Clovelly, a little village notable for the fact that it is closed to vehicles.  All visitor access is through a large “Visitor Centre” at the top of the cliffs where you park and buy a ticket to enter the village!  It did not open until 9:30, so we were the first in.  The main street is just a steep stony path, with very uneven smooth stone cobbling, which became quite slippery in the wet.  The absence of roads and cars, and people – I think most residents were still asleep – made the place amazingly quiet and peaceful.

The main street of Clovelly.
Looking back up from out on the sea wall.
Clovelly cat.  As quiet as the rest of the village.
The road is steep, uneven, and (when wet) slippery.
They use rough sleds to deliver goods to businesses down the street,
Sue on the sea wall.  This also shows how steep the coastline is here.
A Clovelly ass.
Old photo showing paddle steamers visiting Clovelly.

Exmoor

Today we set out in the wind and rain to visit the Exmoor National Park, to the north.  Exmoor lies along the north-facing coast of this part of England, looking across the Bristol Channel to the south coast of Wales.  Our car’s satnav system seemed to often send us down miles of tiny narrow roads, but we did end up in the right places, so perhaps it knew best.  The road took us through high open country, with just scrubby grass and reeds, although most of the time we could still see hedgerows and paddocks in the distance, which we had not expected.

Wild horses beside the road.
High on the wind-swept moorish country of Exmoor.
Our car satnav sent us down miles of roads like this!
Ancient looking road signs.
An Exmoor sheep, checking to see who interrupted her grazing.

We found a nice cup of coffee in a tiny village called Withypool.  It was close to our next objective, the Tarr Steps “clapper bridge”.  A clapper bridge is a very old style of footbridge, made by stacking large flat stones across the river.  The Tarr Steps are the largest known bridge of this type, and date back a few hundred years, or perhaps a few thousand – there seems to be some uncertainty.

The Tarr Steps over the river Barle.
This walking track took us up one side of the Barle and back down the other.
Crossing a side stream on the track.
Back across the Tarr Steps to complete the loop.

We moved on north to the coast, visiting first Porlock Weir, then the twin towns of Lynmouth and Lynton.  There are high cliffs all along these coasts, so the roads down to these seaside towns are very steep.  We drove down Porlock Hill past signs warning us to stay in low gear, to test our brakes first, and to avoid stopping in places where out-of-control vehicles might crash into us!  It was all a bit exaggerated really.  Porlock Weir is a little village, with the usual sheltered “basin” where its fishing boats can be protected from the wild sea.  After lunch we decided to climb back up via the “new toll road” which offered a more gentle ascent.  We stopped at a gate which a man opened when we paid him two pounds, then set off up what turned out to be a one-lane, pot-holed bumpy road up the hill!  Later I read about this “new” road on Wikipedia – it was built in 1840!

A friendly rock-man on the beach at Porlock Weir.
Boats at anchor inside the gates of Prolock Weir.
The new “Worthy Toll Road” from Porlock Weir.

Last stop for the day was Lynmouth and Lynton, further along the coast.  Lynmouth is down by the sea (mouth of the River Lyn), while Lynton (Lyn-town) is above it on top of the cliff.  They are linked by a very steep road, but also by an ingenious water-powered cable car railway.  Like the Wellington cable car there are two cars fixed to the opposite ends of a long cable so one goes down as the other goes up.  However the Lynmouth/ton cable cars have no motors; just a large water tank on each car.  When a car stops at the top it immediately fills it’s tank with water.  When both cars are ready to go, the car at the bottom suddenly empties it’s water tank, which causes the whole system to start moving as the heavier car at the top comes down, pulling the lighter one back up the hill!

The water-powered cable car.  The water is held in the green tank under the car.  It’s very steep!
Lynmouth boat harbour, waiting for the distant tide to return.

Cheddar Gorge

Our route south from Bath took us through Cheddar Gorge and the town of Cheddar.  It is a modest but picturesque gorge, with sheer cliffs on one side, and is home to a busy tourist operation based around limestone caves found there.  There is also the cheese, of course.

Cafes around the caves in Cheddar Gorge.
The entrance to Gough’s Cave, discovered by him in the 1800’s.
“Cheddar Man” was found in the cave, and dated at 9,000 years old!

The remains of Cheddar Man were found in the cave in 1903.  In 1997 researchers were able to analyse some of his DNA, and then went on to identify a number of locals who are direct descendants, so whose families have lived in this area for 9,000 years!  They must like it here.

There is some cheddar maturing in the cave, but I think that’s just for the tourists…
The route through the cave has been fully tamed, with steps and handrails.
These deposits have been dated at 500,000 years old.
After the cave we climbed to the top of the gorge.
The view from above the gorge, south over Somerset.
And you can take away some cheddar if you wish.

Glastonbury

Glastonbury is widely known for the Glastonbury Music Festival, which has been going for 46 years and draws 100,000 hippies and music fans of all ages to the area.  Recent acts have included Adele, Muse, and Coldplay.  It is also the home of Glastonbury Abbey, a ruined monastery dating back over 1,000 years and rumoured to be the burial place of King Arthur.  We found a park and started the day with our customary cup of coffee in the main street, and were struck by how many aging hippies there were everywhere.

The abbey ruins are quite spectacular, and show the original building must have been huge.  Abbeys were communities so there was also accommodation, kitchens, etc., and extensive grounds.

This is one end of the original abbey.
In the distance are the remains of the other end.
It must have been gigantic.

We stepped around a woman prostrate on the grass, her arms out in the shape of a cross and her eyes closed, channelling the spirits of this mythical place.  Glastonbury is that sort of place to many people.

Not far away is Glastonbury Tor (hill) which can be seen from miles around.  It is topped by Saint Michael’s Tower (1300’s).  We climbed up to enjoy the view, glad the sky had cleared although there was a very strong wind.

A Bath in Bath

The architecture of Bath is recognised as including some fine examples from Georgian times, and the Royal Crescent is probably the best known.  It is a grand semicircular row of houses, looking out over Bath across a perfect lawn.  We walked up the hill to see it for ourselves, dodging the showers.

The Royal Crescent, Bath.

 Back down the hill we headed to the abbey, in order to climb the tower.  They run guided tours, preceded by dire warnings about the number of steps to be climbed.  As in other cathedrals and abbeys we have climbed, the route is a tiny spiral stone staircase; in this case just over 200 steps.

The abbey has a beautiful fan-vaulted ceiling.
Halfway up the tower we passed through the bell-ringing room.
Our tour group huddled inside the tower behind the clock face!
In the abbey ceiling, high above the floor below.
Sue out on the tower roof, beside one of the little corner spires.
Looking out across Bath city centre, the new rooftop spa visible (light blue coloured).
Sue getting diverted.

 Our last objective before leaving Bath was to get the real spa experience, in the new Thermae Bath Spa complex sited near the original Roman Baths but using clean water from a new bore.  We paid our money (cough!) and were issued with robes, towels, and jandals, then joined the small crowd in the roof-top pool, soaking away our troubles in the 35 C water.  It was very nice.  I felt relaxed for at least a day afterwards!

The new “Thermae Bath Spa” with the rooftop hot spa pool.

Engineering Marvels

In Wales we also found an engineering marvel to visit, the Newport Transporter Bridge.  It was completed in 1906, and is still driven by the original electric motors.  It is comprised of a huge gantry which spans the River Usk, and a gondola, a sort of “suspended ferry” which hangs off this gantry on cables.  Up to six cars and thirty pedestrians can be loaded onto this gondola, which is then carried across the river suspended on its cables from a trolley above which rolls across the overhead gantry.

Newport Transporter Bridge
Sue standing in the rain at the entrance to the gondola.

Why would they build such a thing, I hear you ask.  Well, it allows tall ships to pass but does not require an elevated bridge to achieve this.  An elevated bridge would have been a much bigger structure with long approach ramps needed at each end to get up to the height of the crossing.

The transporter bridge still operates, although it is largely just a tourist attraction today.  The wind and rain were so strong today we decided to give it a miss.

SS Great Britain

When launched in 1843 the SS Great Britain was the first iron hulled propeller-driven steamship to operate across the Atlantic Ocean between England and America, and until 1854 was the longest passenger ship in the world.  She was designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel, one of the greatest engineers of the time, and is powered by a two-cylinder steam engine, each cyclinder being 2.2 metres in diameter!

The SS Great Britain first operated as a luxury ocean liner between Bristol and New York, then later for thirty years carried immigrants to Australia, before eventually being abandoned in the Faulkland Islands in 1937.  Decades later money was raised to have her towed back to England, where she was restored and now sits in dry dock exactly where she was built 170 years ago.

She is actually sitting in just a few inches of water.
An excellent unicorn on the prow.
The stern windows.
The first class dining deck.
The rudder, and a replica propeller.
Sue and Daisy the ship cow.
Mother reaching through the glass to her son outside.  Tricky.

Wales

It’s not too far from Bath to Wales, so today we went to Cardiff.  It was grey and damp most of the day, but we’re getting used to that.  We crossed the (second) Severn Crossing bridge, which marks the border between Wales and England at that point, and were impressed by how huge that bridge is.  It is five kilometres long (Auckland Harbour Bridge is one km), and very wide.

The bridge over the Severn River (estuary).

In Cardiff it was raining, and many of the city centre streets were blocked off with cones and people in hi-vis vests.  It turns out that the Tour of Britain cycle race was finishing today in Cardiff, with the riders expected about 2 or 3 pm.  Unfortunately that was a bit too late for us as we had places to go.

We wandered through the city centre, then visited Cardiff Castle where they had set up a band and other entertainments in anticipation of the crowds expected to come to see the cycle race.

A coffee shop for Game of Thrones followers (note blackboard).
The two-storey carousel!  Sue did not want a ride.
This zebra was very pleased to see us!

Cardiff Castle is in the middle of the city, and was the site of a Roman fort, and an 11th century Norman castle, and then various later developments and enhancements right up to Victorian times.  It is an outer wall surrounding an open grassed interior, in the middle of which is a smaller “keep” on top of a mound (“motte”) surrounded by a moat.  With the walls and towers are elaborately decorated rooms and apartments, and the exterior of the clock tower has brightly coloured figures and other decorations, added in the 18th century.

Entering Cardiff Castle
A 1928 Rolls Royce, on display inside the castle.
A friendly robin.

The clock tower, with statues of Venus and Mercury.
The central keep in the grounds, within the outer castle walls.

Bath

Here we are again in England, this time getting around the south and in particular the southwest of the country.  After one night’s sleep near Heathrow Airport we have come to Bath, where we have an Airbnb for a few days.  Bath is a compact town on the river Avon, or a least one of the several rivers Avon, famous for having the only geothermal springs in Britain.  This has drawn visitors to the town since at least two thousand years ago when the Romans developed public baths here, so Bath also retains many signs of the Roman occupation.

After the Romans left Britain in about 400 AD their public baths fell into disuse and ruin, and were eventually buried and built over for hundreds of years, until they were rediscovered, excavated, and enclosed in the 18th century buildings still here today.  The baths are now a museum and tourist attraction, but are no longer considered safe for swimming.  There are newer spa facilities nearby using clean water from the same underground sources.  We may investigate these more closely!

The main bath at the Roman Baths.
Part of a hoard of Roman coins found here.
The hottest pool, where over one million litres of water per day rises from below at 46 C.
This statue of Minerva was in the adjacent Roman temple.
Looking up at Bath Abbey from the Roman Baths.

Bath is also the home of Pulteney Bridge (1774), one of a handful of bridges in the world lined with shops on both sides.  When crossing the bridge you cannot see the river, so it’s just like walking down any other street.

Pulteney Bridge, Bath.  Complete in 1774.

Just below the bridge is this elegant weir (below) built much more recently in about 1970 as part of works to reduce flooding in Bath.  Flooding is still a bit of a problem, and there was a particularly big flood in 1968.

This weir was used as the scene of a drowning in the film “Les Miserables”, where it was made out to be in the river Seine in Paris!