Our lodging, Losehill House, Peak District
The Edge at Stanage
Chatsworth House, Mr. Darcy's Pemberly
Part of the original greenhouse
"Kitchen garden" with table and chair
Old Langho,St. Leonard's Church, 1557
Tuesday we celebrated the hottest day of the year in Great Britain. After an early morning hike along a mountain beck, and around a tarn (look them up), we visited the home of Beatrix Potter. Her forward thinking and actions about the environment are even more impressive today and the land she donated to the care of the National Trust made our walk possible.
Typical of the ever present rock walls
Beatrix Potter's writing desk
Sue with Mr. MacGregor in his garden
Dove Cottage, Wordsworth's first 3 children born here
Our next stop was in charming, historic York, at Grays Court, within and next to the old city wall. It is possibly the oldest continuously lived-in house in the UK, dating from 1080. Constantine was first crowned emperor in York in 306 AD. We walked on the wall, rambled through the "shambles", stumbled upon a great youth orchestra playing Hayden in the street, visited the museum, and ate great pudding at the York Roast Co. before finishing the late afternoon with scones and rose lemonade in the hotel garden. The Fringe Festival was on and we caught a magic show in a tent to end the day.
Grays Court and garden from the medieval city wall, with the Minster behind
Grays Court lobby
We did walk about in the Minster (church) the next morning before leaving York for a rendezvous at Rievaulx Abbey ruins with the Beevers, who we knew in Jacksonville before they moved to England, married, and produced two delightful children.
On our way north we stopped in Croft and visited the site of the airfield where Tom's dad served as a flight control officer with the RCAF in WWII. The manager of the racing circuit now in that location kindly gave us a tour of the grounds. There are parts of the 3 runways still present and a replica of the old control tower, along with a few other original artifacts. It reminded us of Grandpa Fred's story about being strafed in the control tower one night by the Luftwaffe. The day ended in Blanchland at our favorite hotel, the Lord Crewe Arms. It is another millennium-old structure built as the abbot's priory. We played croquet and quoits in the garden while waiting for dinner by an outstanding chef.
Replica of the control tower
Roasting the chickens for dinner
We visited Hadrian's wall the next day at Housesteads Fort and museum. It was very expensive to keep the Scots out for 300 years or so, but it was probably worth the temporary stability that it provided. By the end, the Roman Empire was collapsing and the Scots were the least of their concerns.
Sr. Humphrey Davy, in a lecture to the Royal Society in 1825: "The more we know, the more we feel our ignorance; the more we feel how much remains unknown...There are always new worlds to conquer."