Oh to be in England now that spring is here!
My heart is giddy with excitement as we hit the road on our England trip.
First of all we are touring around the countryside in a brand new (only 18 kilometres when Mario turned the key) luxury van: a most comfortable ride.
We didn’t get out of London until 1:30 in the afternoon.
Our first stop. Dover, about two hours south east of London. Took a bit to find the entrance to the cliff tops but once there, the view was spectacular. Directly below us we could see the ferries that carry passengers across the channel to the coast of France, which amazingly was visible on this very clear day.
As for the White Cliffs, we saw only a portion of the miles of pathway available to hikers as we arrived quite late in the afternoon and still had a good many miles to go before we reached our destination for the night. Wish there had been more time as I was itching to explore the cliffs more closely.
John enjoyed watching the ships come and go from the port and was much impressed as each ship was piloted inside the tiny harbour and then backed into their assigned bay by what must be some pretty skilled crews.
Rye was what we like to call a “drive by fruiting”, a quote from the movie Mrs. Doubtfire. What we saw of it was not that impressive so we just continued on to our hotel. There may have been a more interesting part of Rye, but we were not about to drive back the next day to find out.
I admit that after the Paris hotel fiasco I was a little concerned about what we might find at this hotel. I need not have worried as this place was the quintessential quaint old English Inn with plenty of class and style. It is called, The New Inn and I believe the brochure said that it had been built somewhere around 1776. It has been lovingly restored by its new owners and we were much impressed. I was in love with its charm.
The town is a gem of a place called Winchelsea. John was quoted as saying it was, “a delightful little village”. It was originally built as one of five ports by Edward I. It also happens to be the smallest village in Great Britain to have a mayor. It still maintains its charm and at certain times of the year the homes host an open house where they show off their cellars. Honestly! John and I viewed one as we strolled by and it was quite amazing, looked like an ancient ruin. I didn’t take a picture as I thought it might be an invasion of privacy, but can testify to the fact that they are most interesting and apparently attract a lot of tourist when they are open for viewing.
We ate dinner at the Inn and slept like bugs in a rug. This morning we had a lovely English breakfast, included in the reasonable price of 66 pounds per night, (pretty good for Britain). The only downside to the place was no elevators, typical of Europe of course and a very small staircase for maneuvering bags and such although you will get help if you need it.
Mario has been an excellent driver and Sabine an excellent navigator, but I have to say that John and I have been excellent passengers as well, aptly impressed with their expertise.
Our next destination, Bradford on Avon, not to be confused with Stratford on Avon which is older. Bradford while built on the Avon River, it is more Georgian Style with very tiny winding streets. Roads are so narrow that most houses have hedges to stop the cars from possibly crashing through their living room windows. There are no sidewalks, or footpaths, as they call them here which makes walking the countryside difficult. Footpaths in the town are so small that two cannot walk abreast. I was afraid that either John or I might lose our balance and fall onto the road.
The Bridge Tea Rooms, (plural because they have two rooms), is a 300 year old, you guessed it, tea room. The building was once a blacksmith’s cottage and is an example of a wonderful old Georgian building with walls that bow out into the street and a small door with a warning to duck as you enter. The interior is Victorian and even the waitresses wear Victorian costumes. Every kind of tea is served up in lovely china cups. John and I ordered a cream tea, (scones with clotted cream and strawberry and blueberry jams and of course, tea). Scrumptious!
Our home for the next three nights is called the Granby House and it is a very grand Georgian style mansion. The décor is eclectic and stunning, with pieces from the Georgian period as well as Edwardian. The walls are filled with original artwork ranging from traditional to modern. Many of the pieces were painted by the daughter of the owner Maddie Cooper. Maddie is a retired actress and she is a very warm and gracious hostess.
The grounds are amazing and I have taken many pictures. There are two ponds at the front of the property, surrounded by lovely lazy trees and colourful bushes. An in-ground pool sits at the side of the home, which is not open as yet. Wisteria drapes itself gracefully over a canopy formed with natural grapevine and makes a lovely peaceful walkway. There are also many wild and cultivated flowers, enormous trees that must be hundreds of years old and a wonderful cement pond at the back of the house filled with gold fish. We have since learned that the grounds are cultivated by Maddie’s husband, who also cook’s our lovely English breakfast each morning.
Tomorrow we move on to Cornwall. Future posts will include today and yesterdays trips to Bath and Salisbury.