September 2007


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Warwick castle is one of the best reconstructed castles that I have ever seen. It has a whole Disneyland perfection going on although it is owned by Madame Tussaut of the House of Wax fame in London. They put on all sorts of displays of weapons and birds. A beautiful place.

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Queen Elizabeth came that day just to say Hi to me.

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A view of the grounds from up on a tower.

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They had a peacock garden there too. I was hoping to get a photo of a fantastic tail spread but I guess it was molting season as the tails of all of them looked pretty bad.

The Cotswold area is another beautiful place in England with rolling green hills and breath taking vistas everywhere. They have had a horrible summer this year with heavy rains and many of the villages flooded. Most of it seems to have dried up but you can see piles of wet carpet and ruined furniture in front of houses or pubs. One pub we went into had obvious water damage to the lower part of the wall but because it is made of stone and not the easily destroyed plaster board, it is just a matter of scrapping off the plaster and letting it all dry. They were open for business in any case. 
 I have a friend, Mary, an American that I met a few years ago through some internet friends. A group of us went to a brochantes and it was obvious that Mary and I were the two most into floating around the markets and seeing what we could find. Any time she would come to Paris we would go out and check out the vide greniers and buy our treasures. It is funny that, although we are both Americans, we have never met in the States. We have seen each other in Paris, Provence, Thailand and England. Mary has some friends that she cat sits for in Colorado. They also have a fabulous place in the Cotswolds which is how Maurice and I came to be here sharing the space with two cats, and Mary, of course. They are so funny, all fluffy and flat faced who like to sit in chairs beside us when we eat and who, when they eat their own dinner, have a little flower and feather arrangement sitting beside their dish. The male cat likes men and he immediately made himself at home on Maurice’s lap. 
 So we got to explore the area with Mary. She knows the villages well and we did a circle stopping at lovely little villages , many of which sit on rivers and which got flooded. Most all of them have marvelous little churches and that English architecture that I love so much. All of our lunches were at ancient old pubs which is fun. I almost always have a poughman’s plate which is ham, cheese and a salad along with that sweet English chutney. I love that stuff. I like sweet pickles too which is why it tastes so good to me. It’s really good with ham and cold meats. 
 

What a beautiful area this is.

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The view from the cat’s house.

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This was in the vegetable garden. Each person living in the building had their own plot.

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This is a conservatory on the grounds full of pots of flowers.

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On the way to Ravenglass you pass this breathtakingly, green blast of incredible scenery. When the sun is shining, you just have to stop the car to take a photo.

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The tide goes out very far in the harbor of Ravenglass. In fact, the land underneath the water is so hard and rocky that it is not problem at all to take a walk out and have a look at the temporarily beached boats.

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It seemed strange to walk right up to a boat that you knew had been floating just hours before when the tide was high.

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This is the Pennington coat of arms on the front of the Pennington hotel in Ravenglass. I’m not sure what it all means but it is rather grand, a coat of arms. I’m sure, had I lived back then, that I would have been one of the more lowly Pennington’s, the poor cousin, who was allowed to stay in a drafty back room in return for hard labor. I’m not a castle sort of person but I wouldn’t mind being invited for a visit.

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After renting a car at Gatwick we set off for the Lake District. The closer we got to our destination, the heavier the trafic became going in the opposite direction. We were looking for a place called Ravenglass and I didn’t find it on our rather bad map until a day later. I hadn’t realized that Ravenglass was on the coast. It turned out that at one time it was the second largest sea port in England.In fact, it turned out that we were going in the wrong direction and a lady told us to go in the other direction for about 5 miles. She was right about the direction but wrong about the miles which turned out to be about 20.

It was what they call a bank holiday and we didn’t see a sign for the Muncaster Castle until we were right there. We stopped at a place called Muncaster Guest House right across the road from the castle but it was the wrong place. We were directed to a turn off and it turned out we were right behnd the castle in what used to be the Coachman’s rooms. It was right inside an ancient courtyard of what used to be the working portion of the castle. From the window in our room we could see the cages of owls as Muncaster is a World wide Owl preserve. That night as we walked around, one or two would fly over close to us for a look at us.

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So, why Muncaster Castle? Years ago I had read that there was a Pennington Castle in England. Pennington is my maiden name and it just seemed intriguing to me that I might have come from people in that region. I do know that my relatives came to West Virginia from England but I’m not sure of the region. An Aunt, a few years ago, told us that she visited this castle, which turned out to be the Muncaster, and that it was wonderful. I did a little research and found out where it was and the fact that Pennington’s have lived there for over 800 years. In fact, men marrying into the family add Pennington with a hypen to their last names as male heirs were thin on the ground for a long time. The present Lord is actually Scottish.
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The grounds of the castle are lovely with walking paths all over the place and the castle was grand and beautiful made of a reddish stone. At night the clock on the front of it chimed and we could see lights in windows as it was still lived in by Penningtons. As it got dark we circled the castle looking at the valley that stretched out below us and the mountains rising in the distance and, to our great delight, a full moon rose from behind them in apricot splendor. We had a good dinner at a nearby pub called The Ratty Arms, an old converted train station. I enjoyed my baked potato with shrimp and a pink sauce on top, called Marie Rose and, in fact, ate it again the next night. We considered an expensive gourmet dinner the next night at the Pennington Hotel in Ravenglass but weren’t hungry enough in the end.

I got up very early the next morning and went walking around the grounds taking photos and seeing the sunrise. We had a huge English breakfast in the converted stables called Creeping Kate, the name of a horse that, despite the name, won a few races. They also served lunches there.

Finally, at noon, we took a tour of the interior of the castle. No photos were allowed inside, darn it. We had an audio guide and it was done by members of the family and it was fun to hear them describe the rooms and objects as we walked around. There was a stunning large hall as you entered, a huge dining room and bedrooms upstairs. There was even a haunted room. We could have booked a night in the haunted room but it sounded too creepy to me and the cost overcame any second thoughts. But I did feel chills on the back of my neck as we stood in that room, something I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. That was it, really, in spite of the fact that Muncaster Castle is called the most haunted castle in England. I never had bad dreams or any feelings of the hauntings-which is ok with me. I was asked to sign a special book because I am a Pennington but didn’t get any invitations to tea in the castle. I rather think that there must be alot of us Penningtons coming to visit.
Ater the tour we decided to explore the Lake District a little and drove to Windermer on the coast of a large lake and which is very touristy, like any sort of beach town, and just loved the scenery as we drove along. It is a truly beautiful area. The roads were very narrow at times but we arrived back at the castle unscathed.
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We made a quick trip into Oxford, the city of dreaming spires, as it is called. It is a very unique place with the university set up in seperate colleges all with lovely walled grass interiors. It’s a joy just to walk around and look at the architecture.

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A view from a church tower of one of the colleges

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They have their own bridge of sighs copied from the one in Venice

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A view of some gargoles high on St Mary’s church unseen by most people yet someone spent care sculpting it hundreds of years ago.

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No visit to Oxford can be complete without a visit to the Christ’s Church college. This is the grand dining hall used by students who eat in mass. It was also used in the Harry Potter movies. It made me wonder, visiting here, what it would be like to attend this college.

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(My trip to England will be done out of order until I can figure out how to use my husband’s mac. I am unable to upload photos right now. We didn’t start in Oxford and it was visited about half way through our time there.)

The chapel of Christ’s College is overwhelming beautiful and full of treasures. I particularly like this stained glass window.

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