Thursday 12 May 2022

Walking the Walls - Finally!



It seems funny having lived in this beautiful part of North Yorkshire for our entire married life (38 years and counting!) that we are still discovering great places to visit and enjoy within an hour's drive of our home. We believe that part of our latter-day careers as hosts of our beautiful holiday home in the converted barn next to our house is to check out local attractions that we can recommend to guests. What we also realise now is that we are often pretty busy at weekends with such excitements as cleaning and bed-changing so we try to make time midweek for a little light tourist activity of our own. 

Most of these excursions are an absolute joy and we sometimes kick ourselves that we haven't been before  - new discoveries include Nunnington Hall, and Gibside which is rather further afield near Newcastle but was an add-on to a suit delivery to number 3 child who had a wardrobe emergency. Other times we've headed back to favourites like the Seven Bridges Valley Walk, Brimham Rocks and Thorp Perrow to remind ourselves just how lovely these places are.

On our longtime bucket list has been walking the York Walls - these being the "most complete example of mediaeval city walls in England", but it gets busy so we wanted to avoid weekends and school holidays to get the best possible experience. And yesterday we finally managed it and it certainly lived up to expectations. 

To put this in context, the jaunt was in large part a result of my gorgeous goddaughter gifting us a night in a boutique hotel in York which we had to postpone from my beloved's birthday in March where, instead of a conventional gift, I gave him covid. Oh dear but at least it was yet another shared experience, though less pleasant than most. 

So on a fair Tuesday morning we parked close to Lendal Bridge and walked through the Museum Gardens (which are worthy of a visit any time) and found our way to the walls at Bootham Bar. The first part of the walls which run around two sides of the Minster at this point are the most spectacular in terms of catching a glimpse of the beauty and history of the City. With the gift of hindsight, we should have gone anti-clockwise and saved this best bit for the end. However, looking down into the gardens and glorious historic buildings inside the walls at this point was truly a treat. 



The whole walk took us a couple of hours and there are a lot of steps to be climbed up and down but there are gaps where the Wall no longer exists and this is, of course, the perfect time to step off for an early lunch. A tapas bar in Fossgate proved irresistible, particular for my foodie other half. But we were surprisingly sensible because I had booked a fabulous dinner in celebration of the covid-infested birthday. Back on the Walls and we completed the circuit with only one more big break which is close to the Barbican and Clifford's Tower which we elected not to clamber up to on this occasion. I've done it before with various children who were always less impressed than me (I think views don't do anything much for small children...?). Finally over Micklegate Bar through the part of York I know best by the railway station and back to Lendel Bridge and another stroll through the Museum Gardens - though this time with a vanilla and tinder toffee ice cream cone! 









Despite having walked a proper distance during the day, we actually walked from our hotel to our dinner date at The Star Inn the City which was absolutely fab! We did manage to stop on the way at a bar for a beer - him, and a cosmopolitan - me, but frankly the latter which came with a great river view was the worst cosmo I've ever had. Anyway, The Star well and truly lived up to billing and we had a really - dare I say it? - romantic dinner for two to celebrate the birthday of himself. 



York has so much to offer and it is a great historic with lots to discover. Walk the Walls and see for yourself. 

https://www.york.gov.uk/CityWalls

http://www.starinnthecity.co.uk

Tuesday 3 May 2022

In My Life - My Beatles Tribute

"There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more"   John Lennon

In 1963, The Beatles played the Coventry Theatre and Beatlemania came to the Midlands city close to where I grew up. I feel like I can remember, though I was very small at the time, the images on the local news. The screaming girls, literally crying out their black and white eyes on our tiny television screen in our Leamington Spa home. Barely at school, I can remember the some of the impact of this unique cultural wave. "Love Me Do", "Please, Please Me", "I Saw Her Standing There" - I knew the words back then and despite all the other stuff that rattles about in my skull, I remember them now. 

Fast forward to this week and I am paying homage to the voices and lyrics of the ultimate pop group in their home city which is now also home to Number 1 child and her growing family. Number 1 kindly organised for my beloved and me to join the Magical Mystery Tour in the city which is forever honoured through the soundtrack of the sixties. 

I came to Liverpool the first time - not this time as we've paid a few visits in the last twelve months - with the preconception of 'another Northern city'. Another Leeds or Manchester, industrial with modern gentrification round the edges and too many chain stores ripping the soul out of the city. I'm a country girl and it takes perhaps too much for me to see beyond that. But climbing on the big yellow (and slightly psychedelic) coach at Albert Dock took me on so much more than a tour of Liverpool. This bus tour takes you on a tour of the lyrics of those amazing and unforgettable songs - a reminder that many of The Beatles's songs were a love song to the city. 

I hear you thinking Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields but it's more, so much more.

But first, you should take a seat on the bus with folks from all over the world and the far-flung regions of the UK because the appeal is literally universal. And the folks are young, middle-aged and as old and older than us. The guides, Dale and Charlie, love their subject. Nothing sounds like a lazily repeated anecdote, though every part of this tale is told daily on an hourly basis. Their chirpy dialogue combined with, yes!, songs as appropriate, was simply a joy. 

As soon as the bus cruised down to the banks of the Mersey, I was humming away - not to John, Paul, George and Ringo - but to Gerry and the Pacemakers, another of the Merseyside greats, with Ferry Across the Mersey. 

The tour takes us to the childhood homes of all of the Fab Four - two now owned by the National Trust and two very much homes to other folk. We pass Brian Epstein's rather posh pad and are reminded of the pivotal role he took in steering the band from skiffle group to the international phenomenon they became. We gaze at the gates of Strawberry Fields (a girls' orphanage where John Lennon unsurprisingly liked to trespass in his teens) and we stand by the oft-replaced Penny Lane road sign. We pass the barber's shop and the number 86 bus stop "in the middle of the roundabout" and we look at the bank where "the banker never wears a mac in the pouring rain - very strange". And between the commentary we sing along to the tracks that are a tapestry of growing up in Liverpool in the 50s and 60s. 

Our last stop is, of course, the Cavern Club which has been rebuilt in recent years having been demolished but it stands on the same site (or rather under!) and has been lovingly restored. It's tiny with a stage smaller than the one in our village hall. Imagine standing at the front to hear The Beatles or the Quarrymen as they were in a previous incarnation. 

So that's my Beatles tribute and as I write I can confirm that yes, I bought the t-shirt. Or rather Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! 













https://www.cavernclub.com/the-magical-mystery-tour/