The western end of Hadrian's Wall was nearby. Off to the left, we passed
a charming, typical little English village snuggled up against a short,
wide hill, complete with narrow streets, compact little houses... and a
Domino's Pizza. We went through Carlisle, where Woodrow Wilson's family
came from, and headed west on the A66. A sign on the highway said, "Tiredness
can kill. Take a break." Off in the distance, we could see mountains to
either side.
Closer to the highway, we saw lines of drystone walls around every farm.
Some of those walls had been around since the 12th century. In fact, the
National Trust had a summer program where volunteers would go into the
country to repair the walls of stacked stones. We entered an awesome shaded
valley. Along the road, hikers with backpacks were heading out into the
fields. A bus with a sign that read Outward Bound Trust carried a load
of hikers. The land was stunningly beautiful.
The word mere is Welsh for "lake." We passed the rocky shores of Thirlmere,
famous for its trout fishing. A pumping station sent water from the lake
to nearby Manchester. Black sheep were grazing under some trees. We rode
through the wooded hills until we came to a little English village called
Grasmere. That's where we came to a stop for lunch. There was an old church
surrounded by an ancient graveyard. It was there, off towards the back,
that English poet William Wordsworth was buried. We visited his grave,
which is surrounded by the graves of other members of his family.
Grasmere is a charming if touristy little village. There were souvenir
shops, little cafes, and businesses selling camping equipment. Every town
in Britain had a place selling backpacks and tents. Many places sold books
by Wordsworth, as well as by Beatrix Potter, who also lived in the area.
One shop had a sign out front saying "Beware of the ramp." Donna and I
stopped in a tiny little restaurant and shared an egg & cress sandwich.
I washed it down with a Becks beer, while Donna had a ginger beer. There
was an older couple sitting at the table next to us. The woman stood and
started packing things in her handbag. The husband looked at her and said
simply, "I take it by your getting up it's time to go."
We all met back at the coach at the appointed time and headed out.
Thunder clouds were moving in. The coach took us through some more wooded
country and past a lovely meandering creek. In the busy town of Ambleside,
we passed the Bridge House, called "the smallest house in Great Britain."
That took us to Windermere, England's largest natural lake. Boats were
everywhere. We hurried to the docks for our boat ride on the lake. There
was a line of people to get on board, but since we were a tour group we
got straight on. It was a big boat, with a long, wide observation deck.
Some Japanese teenagers had me take their picture. The boat cast off, and
we started up the lake.
Once past the jumble of docks and boats of every size, the shore
of the lake yielded some lovely scenery. There were some big, expensive
houses along the lake. We found out the average lakeside house goes for
between $6 and $20 million! The ferry ride was very relaxing. The boat
docked on the east side of the lake, at a place appropriately named Lakeside.
That's where we got on board the train! It was an authentic 19th Century
steam train, with many of the original passenger cars, lovingly restored.
The wood paneling showed the kind of workmanship you rarely find these
days. The train took us through a farm that had been in the same place
since the 1400's. Workmen were busy putting a new roof on the barn; it
was the barn's first new roof since... ever.
The short train trip delivered us to the Victorian station at Haverthwaite.
That's where the coach caught up with us. Sharon was talking to someone
on a cellphone. I mentioned I couldn't get my cellphone to work. She said
she got a special cellphone especially for the trip. That's what I should've
done. There was a little restaurant inside the station, but there wasn't
time for us to try it out. As soon as we got on board, it started to rain.
We passed through Kendal, the birthplace, we were told, of Catherine Parr,
the 6th wife of Henry VIII. We also passed through Low Newton, where I
saw signs for the Holker Festival. Off to the right, we could see the blue
of the Irish Sea. Just as quickly as it had started, the rain stopped.
The Sun shone bright as we left the Lake District. Stone walls gave way
to squat hedges between fields.
At 5 PM, we arrived in Lancastershire. Specifically, we were in Preston,
just east of Blackpool. In our hotel room, there was no TV remote. I went
down to ask for one as Donna waited for our luggage to arrive. I also asked
about Internet access. The girl at the desk said it was three pounds for
15 minutes. There was also no laundry service. With our luggage and a new
remote in the room, we went down to the restaurant for supper. We ate with
Colin and Joan, and we found out they had two girls. They said I didn't
look old enough to be ready to retire in less than two years. After supper,
Donna and I went for a walk. There was nothing anywhere. The hotel
they booked us in was in an industrial/office area, and everything for
blocks around was closed. One business had a sign with the silhouette of
a man being struck down by a lightning bolt that said ominously, "Danger:
risk of death!" Another building had circular stairways hanging off the
back of the building as fire escapes. I kept seeing car makes and models
I'd never seen or heard of before. I started to make a list.
Back at the hotel, Donna went to the room while I tried to get online.
The new person at the front desk said they couldn't give me 15 minutes
on the Internet "because more minutes haven't been delivered." Huh? The
only option they gave me was to pay 10 pounds for 90 minutes online, and
I wasn't going to do that. They couldn't even tell me when I could
get online at the original rate. It put me in a sour mood the rest of the
evening. All I wanted to do was check my stupid email. I got a Guinness,
then went back to the room. I watched a rerun of "House" and tried to watch
some English football. In the news, Bush announced global warming plans
that didn't stop global warming. British TV showed pictures of him smiling,
like messing up the environment delighted him to no end. |
packed
and loaded onto the coach, and hit the road by 8:40.
