Wednesday, 14 June 2023

Our holiday in the beautiful Derbyshire Peak District

 If you enjoy nature, stately homes, famous filming locations, hiking and quaint towns then the Peak District is for you.  It's a truly stunning part of the country with wild terrain, uninterrupted views across the landscape and opulent estates.  Sounds good?  Go ahead and grab a cuppa, put you feet up and read on to see how we spent a wonderful week at Blore  Hall.

After a three hour drive to Blore Hall we decided to stretch our legs and set off to the Dovedale Stepping Stones.  Nestled within a spectacular valley, surrounded by limestone pinnacles and ancient caves,  Dovedale is not a hidden gem.  In fact it's one of the busiest Peak District attractions and with good reason. (National Trust car park).  If you visit at the wrong time of day you will find yourself amongst crowds of people, all bustling to get across the limestone stepping stones.  The Dovedale stepping stones are not a naturally occurring feature in the Dove Valley, the stones were placed there by the Victorians to create an easy way to cross the River Dove.  They are made up of limestone and so fossils are visible on them.  The good news is that it is possible to avoid the crowds and enjoy the peace and serenity that the valley has to offer if you visit early, or later in the day at 5 p.m. as we did.  We walked for around 1 hour over the Stepping Stones, and along the River Dove to a couple of rock pillars including Ilam Rock, Viator's Bridge and Reynard's Cave.  You can also climb Thorpe Cloud, an isolated limestone hill with breathtaking views.  During The Stuart era in 1653 Izaak Walton and Charles Cotton wrote: 'The Compleat Angler', which is one of the most famous books on fishing ever written and made the valley so famous.




We returned to Blore Hall for a refreshing swim in the beautiful pool which has some lovely illustrations which reminded us of our walk.

After  watching Secrets of the National Trust on BBC 2 we decided to visit Biddulph Gardens.  A trip around the world at a National Trust garden. June is a lovely time of year to visit with the rhododendrons in full bloom which was spectacular.  The gardens are well laid out and, of course, the China garden a delight now that the restoration of the bridge is complete (which we watched on the above programme).
Located in Biddulph, to the north of Stoke-on-Trent in Staffordshire, Biddulph Grange Garden is a unique Victorian garden.  It was created by James Bateman to display his excessive collection of plants from around the world.  Restoration works started in 1988 after the National Trust took ownership.  Today, the 15 acres landscaped garden is divided into different themes such as Egypt, China and Italy.  One minute you're in China then the next you're entering a tomb-like tunnel in Egypt.  These sections are cleverly divided in a unique way by using tunnels rocks and shrubs which add to the element of surprise.
The Stumpery

We had also planned to visit Little Moreton Hall (National Trust) which is quite close but, unfortunately, it was closed.  Apparently NT properties have to rest for two days every year and we chose a day when it was resting!!!!!  (I suspect they are probably checking the structure of the building).

The gardens at Blore Hall, where we were staying, were beautiful too.


But one of the attractions at the top of my list was Chatsworth and after three attempts (Covid) we  finally had the opportunity to visit it.  Chatsworth is one of the grandest country houses in England, popularly known as the 'Palace of the Peak'.  The Elizabethan house, built in 1555 by Bess of Hardwick, was virtually replaced with the 1st Duke of Devonshire's baroque mansion of the late 17th century, finished by the 6th Duke in the 1820s.  In fact, we went out of our way to see it and it was very much worth it.  We booked a slot (10.15 am) online.  We wanted to get to the house as soon as it opened to the public so we would avoid giant crowds.  The drive from Blore Hall was a beautiful drive through hills and valleys.  We quickly fell in love with the Derbyshire dales.  They did not fall in love with us though as it was really cold for a June day.  The drive to Chatsworth was quick - natural beauty has a way of making the time pass without notice.  We arrived at Chatsworth pretty early - about 30 mins before it opened.  It's quite something to come up the main drive and see the house, it's warm golden stone glowing even in the dreary grey skies.  We immediately saw that many others had the same idea as us.  The car park was half full and the place wasn't even officially open yet.  But as we were one of the first to enter the house we were able to pretty much have the place to ourselves.  This was surely my Elizabeth Bennett moment, snooping around Pemberley.  In Pride and Prejudice, Chatsworth was used as Pemberley, the residence of Mr. Darcy.   It is still the home of the Duke of Devonshire and his family.

I will cherish my collection of photos free of fellow travellers.  The house was quiet, you could hear a pin drop.  It lent a very civilized air to the proceedings of seeing a great house.  You enter through the Painted Hall - probably the most famous work of art at Chatsworth and it is truly something amazing to see in person.  It was an even better treat to have it almost to ourselves.  We marvelled at the ceilings and walls.  Stunning.  I don't have the words to adequately describe it.

There were attendants in each room, happy to answer questions.  There were some surprising discoveries - such as the room that had a Rembrandt in it - a beautiful painting that caught us completely by surprise.

The house is filled with beautiful works of art.  The art collection has been kept intact and did not meet the fate of other stately homes and get auctioned off.  It's quite something to be in the presence of so many original and beautiful works of art.  As we made our way through the house, we had most of the rooms to ourselves and the staff members were very friendly and engaging.  Don't miss the trompe l'oeil of a violin and bow hanging on a door (Jan van der Vaardt (1653-1727), oil on panel.  Trompe l'oeil (French for 'deceive the eye') is an art technique that uses very realistic imagery to create the optical illusion that the object depicted is actually three-dimensional.  In this case, the painting itself is set into an actual door, and  the painted violin appears to hang from a real metal peg on the door itself.  AMAZING.

My favourite room was probably the library.  I love books and this library has over 30,000 volumes.  It is one of the largest collections still in private hands.  A true treasure.  One can imagine the Duke having a quiet evening reading some random book from his shelves, lovely dogs at his feet and a fire roaring the hearth.  Notice how the carpet matches the ceiling.

The gardens at Chatsworth are sizeable, coming in at 105 acres.  Put it this way; there's plenty to walk around.  The gardens include the greenhouses and kitchen gardens.  Decent paths weave around the length of the garden, taking you through an arboretum, pinetum and a maze, and over a ravine if you choose.  And lots of statues.




We even thought this tree stump looked like a rabbit....


Although Capability Brown landscaped the grounds, their crowning feature is Joseph Paxton's stunning Emperor Fountain at 260 feet.


When you leave take a look at the golden stone village of Edensor.  Before 1839 the village lay in full view of the big house, so the 6th Duke had Paxton demolish it and rebuild it out of sight.

En route home we stopped at Bakewell, best known for a confection made by mistake.  In the 19th century a cook at the Rutland Arms was baking a jam tart but misunderstood the recipe and so Bakewell Pudding was created. 

We enjoyed wandering through the old-fashioned streets, picturesque archways, by the side of the river, looking for the giant trout, and across Bakewell Bridge.  Don't forget to pick up some Bakewell pudding or tarts for later!
 
For a complete change the next day we drove through Winnats Pass, the name is a corruption of 'wind gates' due to the swirling winds through the pass.  An amazing drive.  A protected site, this is because the limestone valley is full of fossils from the sea creatures who inhabited the tropical sea that the valley was once beneath.

Set at the foot of the spectacular Winnats Pass,  high above the village of Castleton is Speedwell Cavern which takes you on an underground boat journey.  We descended the 105 (I think) steps from the almost hidden cavern entrance to the landing stage of an underground canal where you step on to your tour guide boat.  From here you glide through the workings of a 200 year old lead mine.  Not pretty.  Picture in your mind what it must have been like to carve out these tunnels using only the most primitive tools as your guide recounts the story of the mine on our journey to the awesome Bottomless Pit.  The tour guide was great and had the perfect sense of humour.



Castleton is a pretty Peak village.  If you're feeling fit, you can climb the steep steps up to the atmospheric Norman ruins of Peveril Castle, completed in 1086 for William Peverel, a favoured knight of William the Conqueror and then reward yourself with a delicious homemade steak pie with mash and vegetables, with a good range of hand-pulled draught beers, at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese Inn.  A 17th century coaching inn.

Quite close is another of Derbyshire's  prettiest villages Eyam (pronounced "eem"), though its idyllic patchwork of Peak District cottages around a country church belies its dark past.  Eyam secured its place in the history books in 1665, the year of the Great Plague in London, a chest of clothes was sent from the capital to the village.  Soon four out of every five villagers were dead.  But what made Eyam special was the extraordinary sacrifice that these villagers made.  Led by the rector, William Mompesson, they resolved to isolate themselves and prevent the disease from wiping out neighbouring communities.  We joined a guided walk at 1.30 p.m. from the museum which was very interesting.


During May to September in Derbyshire, the unique spectacle of Well Dressings takes place - a custom that celebrates water and the life it brings.  Many  villages have revived this ancient tradition and create living art installations to decorate their wells, often combining it with local carnivals and other festivities.

Well Dressings are pictures made from growing things (wool, bark, cones, flower petals, berries, leaves, seeds and other natural materials), constructed on a bed of soft clay spread over a wooden board and erected at the site of the spring or well.

Well Dressings depict a wide range of themes from bibical stories, historic themes and natural history to Disney characters!  Dressing a well can take a team of skilled people up to a week to produce.  The finished well will only last a week or so, as the flowers fade and the clay dries out and cracks.

We visited four Well Dressings at Ashford-in-the-Water to marvel at this age-old unique tradition with a superb show of artistic creativity.

The Holy Trinity Church at Ashford-in-the-Water also had a Flower Festival with the Theme: 'Children's Storytime'.  A beautiful church building with amazing flower displays.  Well done.

Snake Pass slithers across the Pennines between the market town of Glossop and Ladybower Reservoir's Y-shaped valley.  Just wow!  The twists and turns of Snake Pass take you though a truly amazing area of beauty.  You can see why Snake Pass is often closed during winter months but this was such a delight to drive during summer.  Mention 'Ladybower' to anyone over 50 from Yorkshire or Derbyshire and they'll tell you enthusiastically that this is where the 1955 classic Dam Busters was filmed.  The reservoirs of the Peak District's Upper Derwent Valley played a key role in the most famous bombing raid of the Second World War - today they are popular and peaceful spots, best explored on foot with a six-mile walk.  Start at Fairholmes Visitor Centre, north of the A57 Glossop to Sheffield 'Snake' Road.  You can drive between the Towers to a turnaround at King's Tree, from where there is a fantastic view of the Derwent Dams.  Note: This road is closed throughout the year at weekends and bank holidays. 



A family tale, Bess of Hardwick. - A story of Lords and Ladies, Earls and Dukes, woven around the great houses of Hardwick, Chatsworth and Bolsover.  Our next visit was to Hardwick Hall..   It all started in 1527 when a girl was born in a small manor house at Hardwick.  Named Elizabeth, she was left just £26 13s 4d when her father died, and she embarked on the only career open to her - marriage!  Elizabeth's first husband died after just a few months but her second marriage, to Sir William Cavendish, lasted 10 years

William was extremely rich, owning property in 5 counties - but he sold it all to move to the place his wife loved best, Derbyshire.  Here, he bought new land including, in 1549, the house and estate of Chatsworth.  After her husband's death in 1557, Elizabeth married Sir William St Loe who left much of his wealth to her, despite his family's anger.  Her 4th marriage to the Earl of Shrewsbury made her almost as rich as the Queen, and with more than enough money to buy her old family home, Hardwick.  The first thing Elizabeth did was replace the small manor house where she'd been born with a great hall, known today as Hardwick Old Hall.  It was here that she lived after a bitter argument with her husband.
They were never reconciled and, on his death in 1590, Elizabeth laid the foundations of her last and greatest house.  Hardwick Hall was the result of the Elizabethan fascination with symmetry and glass.  Perfectly symmetrical on all 4 sides, the Hall has so many windows that it started a local rhyme - "Hardwick Hall, more glass than wall"!  Each of the Hall's 6 towers is crowned with the initials ES and the coronet of the Countess of Shrewsbury and, in 1597,  Elizabeth moved into her new home.  More than 350 years later, her descendants were forced to sell the Hall to pay death duties and it's now owned by the National Trust.


I have  never seen so many tapestries on walls and of great quality.  There is an amazing frieze too.  The Long Gallery is crammed with tapestries and paintings.  The Grade 1 listed park is great for a walk to stretch your legs after all this history and the walled garden perfect for a picnic lunch.



On our way back to Blore we stopped at Carsington Water  for a walk and an ice cream. 


On the last day of our holiday in the Peak District we visited Lyme Park run by the National Trust.  We arrived early and clambered up a sloping hill to see The Cage and the views from up there.  We then followed the route down towards Lyme Hall, so we could wander around the house.  It is home to the world's very first printed manuscript!  The house itself is splendid and we also booked for the "background" tour at 12.30, tickets are picked up from the ticket office situated within the main courtyard of the house. We got to see the butler's rooms and behind the scenes.  The guide was very informative and had lots of stories. It was so interesting to see and learn all about the servants and what it would have been like to work in the house all those years ago.



The house was used as a setting for the period drama "Pride and Prejudice".  You may recognise the lake that forms part of its gardens as the location where Colin Firth famously shot the scene in the 1995 BBC version of Pride and Prejudice in which Mr. Darcy goes for a swim, and to Elizabeth's surprise emerges soaking wet from head to toe.  The house is amazing -  lots of tapestries, woodcarvings, collection of English clocks and also there are some of the original Elizabethan interiors.   After our tour around the house we decided to take a look around the large acres of gardens that surround it.  The first thing I noticed on entering the rear of the house was the large reflective lake with many beautiful Rhododendrons surrounding it.  There is also a deer park.  After that, we wandered around the surrounding gardens, which include walled gardens, an Italianate garden, orangery and more.  We certainly didn't see absolutely everything in the estate.  That would surely take a full day or perhaps even longer!

So much in the Peak District we didn't get to visit.  Perhaps, for another time in a county where all the attractions - both natural and manmade - are truly timeless.

And the beer is cheap up North too.  Cheers.






 



Wednesday, 31 May 2023

Chris and Katy say "I Do" at the Seaside

 We were invited to Chris and Katy's wedding at the Wedding Hut, Carbis Bay Hotel in Cornwall.  (Postponed for three years due to Covid and two babies later they finally said I Do).

We left on Friday morning with Gemma and met Alun for lunch at The Holt, 178 High Street in Honiton. A great pitstop on the A30.  

Suddenly driving into Carbis Bay the view opened out and we were gazing down at the almost- Mediterranean shores of Carbis Bay.  Fabulous.   

We were staying at Luna Beach a luxury Carbis Bay Apartment on Boskerris Road with Alun and Gemma.  An excellent location right next door to the Carbis Bay Hotel.


Friday evening we walked along the stunning coastal path from Carbis Bay to Porthminster Beach in St. Ives.  As you leave Carbis Bay, head west, picking up the path in front of the hotel.  This is the steepest section but its paved and easy to walk along.  A gentle stroll with spectacular views over St. Ives Bay, it took us about 30mins.  We caught the train home. (£1 - 3 mins).

Once in St. Ives we met John and Julia for a delicious meal at Porthminster Kitchen.  The setting was lovely.  We had a window table looking out over the harbour.  The service was good and the food delicious. St. Ives deserves its reputation as a food-lovers destination.  Cornwall has an incredible local larder, not least its abundant seafood.

Warning:  On the way to the railway station we decided to stop for an ice cream. Watch out for the seagulls, the herring gulls are exceptional for their savagery, they attacked Gemma from behind for her ice cream and Gemma has a serious phobia about birds.  Reminded me of Daphne du Maurier's horror story "The Birds" - set in Cornwall.  And they left proof of their awful diet sprayed all over our  freshly cleaned car.

The wedding day dawned. The weather was perfect.  We started the day with a bacon buttie and a glass of bubbles on the lawn with a beautiful view. 

Wow what a wedding.  The scenery, staff, food, drink, absolutely everything was amazing.


Katy looked like a princess in her gorgeous gown and Chris was so proud.  It was the perfect venue in a breath-taking setting and with the fabulous weather to enjoy the dazzling coastline.





I even went for a paddle in sea with Julia.

On Sunday we visited Godrevy Point. We parked right out at the headland on the National Trust car park which is found by driving to the right of the first car park up a single track road, it follows the coast for a while; toilets are also located at the car park.

The beach here is stunning with great rockpools and shallow safe water for the children to swim and play in.  We walked from the beach to Godrevy Point overlooking the lighthouse. Look down into the bay and you might see seals resting on the sand like we did.


We then returned to St.  Ives.  It was ridiculously busy this time unlike Friday evening - people and cars everywhere! Way too busy to be enjoyable.  Maybe due to the fact it was a very hot sunny bank holiday weekend.  There were waaaay too many people (yes, I do realise I'm one of them).  St. Ives is cursed and confused by its raging beauty.  It used to be a fishing village, now it is a tourist resort.  Pilchards have given way to tourism as the main industry.

I suddenly remembered this nursery rhyme.

As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits:  Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives?

We returned to the beautiful sandy Carbis Bay.







Monday, 22 May 2023

May Birthdays

 My boy is another year older.  The best son a family could ask for.

Happy Birthday wishes.  Love you so much.

And

Happy Birthday also to our darling granddaughter who turned 12 this month.

Being 12 is a great age.  You're sitting on the fence between who you once were and the beautiful young woman that you are becoming.

It's interesting, definitely unpredictable and a special year of discovery.

It's a time where you can still play with dolls but also get dolled-up in more grown-up clothes and it's perfectly acceptable.


It's a time to raise your voice in order to find it.

It's a time to indulge in a few extra sweets as you work your way through waves of emotions.

It's a time like no other, so enjoy it.

Live it up.

Say I'm sorry when you're mean (never).  Cuddle with your parents when you're sad.  Don't fight 12, but embrace it - and all the ups and downs that come with it.  12 looks good on you.  You take my breath away with your beauty and  grace.

Happy Birthday Darling.


And  finally, Grandad's birthday.








 And celebrating with "the swimmers".

                                                         Happy Birthday



Monday, 15 May 2023

God Save the King

 As the soft drizzle in London gave way to a downpour, Charles was crowned king in Westminster Abbey, and the feeling came over many of us, if not all, that some things are the more marvellous for being a bit silly and unfathomable.  The republicans did not celebrate; they took their placards and yellow T-shirts to Trafalgar Square.  The coronation was ludicrous but also magnificent with the sound of the South African soprano, Pretty Yende, in a daffodil-yellow dress with shoulders the size of sails, singing Sacred Fire. 

A drum horse called Apollo would not behave, skittering sideways determinedly.  But in the diamond jubilee state coach - this one comes with both suspension and air conditioning - the majesties looked cosy together.

At the abbey, there was too much to take in.  Colour, pomp and crazy jewellery.  My dear, the outfits!  

There was a beadle and a Unicorn Pursuivant, a Chester Herald and a representative of the Knights Bachelor.  Floella Benjamin, the Play School presenter who my children grew up with, carried the Rod of Equity and Mercy (otherwise known as the King's sceptre).  The Ascension Choir's male singers wore tight white trousers, and the kind of infectious smiles only gospel music and sincere belief can induce.  Bryn Terfel sang beautifully in Welsh, such formidable power in is voice, even if his folded arms did make him look like a bouncer at a Merthyr Tydfil nightclub.  Princess Anne, who bears the fantastical title "Gold Stick in Waiting", wore a hat that will, in due course, almost certainly feature in the paperback edition of her nephew Harry's book.  Spare; he was a few rows back, as predicted, and behind her red feather throughout.  Most of all, though, there was Penny Mordaunt, the Lord President of the Council.  Mordaunt will probably never be prime minister now, but she has written her way into the history books with her extraordinary performance in the abbey, an hours-long show of strength.  Somewhere along the line, she dispensed with the notion of wearing the black and gold court dress of the privy council, commissioning instead a new and utterly regal outfit for herself.  The whole thing - save for the court shoes, which looked comfortable enough to be from the Portsmouth Marks & Spencer - was very Game of Thrones, an impression only added to by the fact that in front of her she carried the sword of state, which is 4ft long and weighs eight pounds.  She never wobbled for a moment.  

None of this, though, could detract from the heart of the ceremony; its symbolism and its glory had even the arch cynics of social media straining for superlatives.  Only a stone-hearted person could fail to have been moved by the multifaith parts of the service, and if you felt nothing when the choir sang Handel's Zadok the Priest at the King's anointment, you are either an algorithm or half dead.

Charles left the smiles to Camilla, and in so doing, made the moment when his son kissed him a fully sentimental one, his quiet "Thank you, William" his only real display of emotion.

The archbishop spoke of the king being "set apart" for the service of his people, and the coronation makes this manifest.  Already, we think of him differently; he used to be plain Charles.  He is King Charles III now.

The past and the future, history woven through him.  Even the most ardent republican must find it astonishing, in its way, that the coronation chair, commissioned by Edward I, has been the centrepiece of this ceremony for 700 years; that the St. Edward's crown was made for Charles II; that the imperial state crown (the second that the king wore) contains a ruby that Henry V is supposed to have worn at Agincourt.

After the abbey, there was a procession a mile long.  Four thousand members of the armed forces.  Princess Anne on horseback.  Charles and Camilla in their golden pumpkin.  Precision that was unbelievable in a country where nothing works.

We then took the opportunity to drive to Stuart and Tina's for a Coronation Tea arriving just in time to watch the family appear on the balcony.

There had been no hitches.  The crowd below was swollen.  I was glad.


And on Sunday the sun shone and we enjoyed a delightful Street Party in Caroline's road.

Bunting, wine and music.

Alun had to work over the Coronation weekend but he joined in.