I’ve had a lovely time with cousins, and their adult
childrens’ families. It has been such a
treat to re-connect with family, and meet the younger generation for the first
time.
Onward to my cousins in Nottingham. We went to Lincoln for a day, visiting the grand cathedral with its Lincoln Imp, and the castle
where we saw one of the original Magna Carta documents and I learned a bit
about King John and Henry III. And I found out about misericords in the cathedral - ornately carved ledges where the clergy could rest their bottoms whilst looking like they were standing up during long services. The old cobbled
streets and olde worlde tea shops were delightful.
spot the imp |
a msericord |
Lincoln |
Heading north again – to another family stopover near
Leeds, via Sherwood Forest.
Spent a day at Fountains Abbey. Even in ruins it is very impressive. If
you can spot the people in this picture, it will give you an idea of the scale. The first monks moved to this site in 1132 in
search of a simpler, more devout life than they had in York. They were nicknamed the ‘white monks’ because
of the woolen habits that they wore.
With the help of the laybrothers the abbey grew wealthy. By the mid
1200s it had become one of the leading producers and exporters of wool. The abbey was brought to a close by Henry
VIII, during the dissolution of the monasteries.
weeping willow in the abbey grounds |
more amazing architecture at Fountains Abbey |
So then it was time to say goodbye to family for now and head to Scarborough. My b&b is in the house on the quay, 2nd from the left – 3 storey house with red roof, built as a fisherman’s home around 1720
View across the harbour, from my bedroom window at
dusk, watching the small fishing boats returning with the day’s catch
Scarborough is an odd mix - a pretty harbour, fishing boats and old houses, but with an overly-generous splattering of fish and chips cafes, sticks of sugary seaside rock, amusement arcades and tacky souvenirs. Only visiting for one night, then off to dance.
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