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Travel Notes England & Wales 2013 - Off into the sun! 1, 2

celso on 20 Jul 2013 11:47:40

Hello dear GB friends,
Hello everyone interested,

we are back from the island after almost 4 weeks.
As a thank you for the many great tips that are always available here in the forum, I want to report a little about our trip in the next few days or weeks.

As an introduction I would like to spoil you with two romantic photos from camper life:


Camper still life with howler cube, pasta pot and whistling kettle, blue



Sundown at the Chemical and Waste Water Disposal

Before I go any further, let's stop today and wait for a royal child to be born!

sequel follows
Celso

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daktari110 on 20 Jul 2013 15:57:26

Hello celso, welcome back!
How quickly four weeks go by, I thought you were still in the kingdom and hoped for photos of the royal offspring from the first "Forum" hand: D: D
Nice that you were able to enjoy such wonderful weather, I am looking forward to your report and many beautiful photos.
Have a nice weekend everyone
Stefan

celso on 23 Jul 2013 20:38:22

It happened! The royal baby is born.
During our trip, of course, we often saw the covers of various magazines that always dealt with this topic.
The statement made by Prince William that he wants to become "The World's Best Nappie Changer" was highlighted.
With this he wants to dispute the rank of the current champion:

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He has prepared according to this article:

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with watching You-Tube videos.
A truly royal task, as a search on YouTube reveals an impressive 173,000 videos on the subject!

This statement from the article is really moving:

"William, 30, has also been singing to 31-year-old Kate Middleton's baby bump.
He made Kate's eyes fill with tears when he sang Go To Sleep My Baby.
'It was so beautiful,' says a friend, 'she says it's a momet she'll never forget. "

He also learned the song on You Tube:

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The Queen - with foresight as always - had this sign affixed to the various toilets in Buckingham Palace just in case:




To come back to our trip:
When we sat on the ferry last Thursday after about a week without TV, newspapers or the Internet, I took my heart and asked a British family sitting next to us:
"Excuse me! Are you from Britain?"
"Yes!"
"One question please! The Royal Baby, is it born now or not?"
"Oh! I really don´t know! I´m particularly not interested."

sequel follows
Celso

p.s. The next champion on hold tries everything:

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celso on 04 Aug 2013 13:20:34

Enough of the preliminary remarks. Let's get to the actual journey.

Part 1 - All systems on green - We start!

On June 24th I drive the 40 km to Dortmund at noon. This year we only found our dream car, a Pössl Vario 545, at Müller's Mobile.

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Very nice, real family business (Mr. Müller and Mrs. Müller)! 5 Stars

The car is almost new. Since we were already on the road with a Roady Vario in 2012, the handover goes quickly. There are various detail improvements in the 2013 model.
In the 2012 model, the lower part of the mirror on the passenger side was covered by the frame of the blackout fan. This has been changed. Very useful for us, as we really need the mirror in left-hand traffic.
The most noticeable innovation is the fly screen on the sliding door. This is really just a fly screen. It does not help against large accumulations of hungry mosquitoes, as it does not seal tightly at the edge of the driver's cab. I also said to Mr. Müller that I would like an electric closing aid for the sliding door. I have now read that this will be a standard feature on the 2014 Pössl models. I find it good.



Almost 2 hours later we pack. Half a move! Advantage of the Vario 545: If you are traveling with 2 people, you don't need to pack: just throw in, full of space!
From year to year we take fewer things with us from our normal household. I buy this and then that. When we have more time to travel in a few years, all we need is the outer shell for our equipment.

A few tears as we say goodbye and around midnight we reach the parking lot of the ferry company in Dunkirk. We drive off in the evening and then sleep in the parking lot. Advantage: no stress on arrival.

The ferry has become cheaper and cheaper in recent years. This year we only paid 58.23 euros for the return trip. It's almost free!

A ferry is a must, otherwise you won't get there properly:



Our first destination is Sevenoaks. In the middle of the busy town center, a narrow street leads off towards Knole House. We drive past it first because we think it's a footpath. After a lap of honor we are amazed: Directly behind the row of houses and a cattle fence, the area opens up into a huge park. After approx. 1 km you will reach Knole House.



Knole House is a calendar house. It has 365 rooms, 52 stairs and 7 courtyards. You don't treat yourself to anything else! It had been owned by the Sackville family since 1566. In 1945 the family gave the house to the National Trust. Since then, the current Sackville family has lived in a disdainful neighborhood with perpetual rights of residence. Vita Sackville-West, known to the British travelers as the creator of the famous Sissinghurst garden, was the daughter of this family, but did not inherit as a woman, from which she suffered greatly.

The weather is beautiful. Since we still have no idea how it will develop in the next few weeks (it wasn't so great at home!), We decide not to visit the house ourselves and enjoy the garden and the sun in the park.

Where can such an image arise?



We have arrived.

Something is moving between the cars in the parking lot:



We are amazed! In fact, the fallow deer living in the park are hand-tame, as this snapshot shows:



After extensive shopping, we drive a few kilometers to our first place to stay in the evening. A "Certified Location" of the Caravan Club. I had already called Mrs. E M Richards to call us from home. A very simple, crooked pitch in the meadow. 7 pounds for the night for 1 pound there is still a "parking ticket" for electricity. The at least 80 year old Mrs. Richard shuffles through her living room in thick slippers to find a pound change for us.

Interesting electrical box:



Tomorrow we're heading to Cambridge!

sequel follows
Celso

dipakatz on 04 Aug 2013 16:04:39

Hello celso, we have been back from the UK since Wednesday. I'm looking forward to your further travel report. Maybe there are some places that we also traveled. Dirk

nuvamic on 04 Aug 2013 16:38:40

Schöööööön - that's how I'll come to the island this year. Thank you for taking me! :)

And I see the ferry crossing the same way ... they have to be very cheap with the tunnel before I even think about it.

juttaundklaus on 04 Aug 2013 19:51:19

As a big England fan, I can hardly wait for your report to continue!
Jutta

Concordino on 04 Aug 2013 20:04:57

Hello Celso,

join nuvamic - unfortunately our travel year will also remain island-free. After the less beautiful and very wet summers of recent years, we decided to go to F this year - which was great, but the typical island weather there irritated us a bit.

I'm excited to see how it goes from here. Knole House would have been worth visiting in my opinion (if I may say so here).

Many from Berlin.

nuvamic on 04 Aug 2013 20:10:53

I'm oversaturated with a castle, so I would need a good reason to go in - what would be so special that you should go in? (When it comes to gardens, I don't need to be pushed ... * g *)

celso on 04 Aug 2013 20:30:44

Hello Stefan (Conco),

we had another big hit in the program. But more on that later!
On the first day it was more like the feeling: If it only rained after 3 1/2 weeks and you were to visit some old chunks in darkened rooms on the only sunny day, then you might be annoyed.
Sevenoaks is always on the way. Postponed is not cancelled!
to Berlin
Celso

ottomar on 04 Aug 2013 21:19:08

Hello Celso,

It's finally Christmas! The whole community, also known as CaptnSharky's barbecue seminar, is eagerly awaiting your report.
Although we are having a good time in Poland at the moment, and things are really going well here, we are eagerly awaiting your words and pictures from the land of our longing. Enough gay?
See you then

Ottomar

FamilieWeber on 05 Aug 2013 21:55:21

Hello Celso,

we're going to UK on Saturday. I hope to read some more of your report by then.

Lots

Weber family

celso on 05 Aug 2013 21:59:20


celso on 07 Aug 2013 20:16:43

Part 2 - Of ingenious plans, great geniuses, beautiful voices and clean toilets

We had a brilliant plan for this year.

In my travel report from last year:
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I wrote:
“We decide. The mountains have to wait. We'll come back here next year. Then, with the best weather and a view, the Snowdon is climbed! "

The determination to settle the bill with the mountains of Snowdonia did not make us so blind that we would have stared at clouds for another 10 days this year. So we decided to give Wales the cold shoulder first, to travel east around London and then to have the big choice:
In bad weather, look at rubble and antiques, maybe even drive to York or visit the Peak District (hello Nuvamic!) ...... or stop once across to Wales.

So the next morning we left the crooked meadow of the lovable Mrs. E M Richards and drove to Cambridge. After my experiences in Oxford last year, I had pre-booked the "Cherry Hinton" campsite for 2 nights. A place of the Caravan Club. A very nice place that is located on the site of old quarries. Part of Cambridge is built from the stones broken there.
After dinner at "Robin Hood" we meet a German couple with whom we had already exchanged a few words on the ferry. You are traveling with a chic Dethleffs integrated vehicle and have around 8 weeks to spare. So you are currently somewhere on the island. Of course we have recommended our round here in the forum.
Should you read along here, then "Warm regards and have fun!".
We sit together for another half an hour and talk about first impressions and further plans. When we climb into bed, it is raining lightly.

The University of Cambridge has existed since 1209. 70 Nobel Prize winners alone have studied there. Visiting Cambridge is all about college.

2 tips for visiting:

- There are city tours on foot (Tourist Information). Not cheap and only in English, but worth it.



The entrance to Trinity College was denied that day because graduation ceremonies were taking place.



Isaac Newton studied and worked here. The apple tree is said to be a descendant of the tree whose apple, falling on Newton's head, gave him the idea of ​​the law of gravitation. By the way, Newton is also the inventor of the cat flap.


- The Evensong in King's College Chapel. This is a sung mass. The choir is world class and the building is terrific. A pleasure even for die-hard atheists. Mon-Sat 5.30 p.m., Sun 10.30 a.m. and 3.30 p.m. Da fair: free admission! From 5:00 p.m. “Queuing” at the entrance of the college (on King's Parade).



Inside the King's College Chapel


After so much culture you can (let) stake on the cam.




Very impressed by the quality and cleanliness of the "Cherry Hinton" campsite, we booked our next stop from there.

sequel follows

celso on 10 Aug 2013 11:50:49

part 3
A coast path without the sea, an unexpected encounter and Ottomar's footsteps

On June 28th we drove further north-east. Our next destination was Sheringham, an old seaside resort on the North Sea coast (Why do I have an Irish song in my head now?) Of Norfolk. More precisely the Incleboro Fields campsite in West Runton between Cromer and Sheringham.

We wanted to see the ocean and hike the beloved coastpath.



We hike from Wells-next-the-Sea to Cley-next-the-Sea on the Norfolk Coastpath.
The trail is 17 km long, but it is an easy route with no inclines. We take the bus to Wells and start walking. On the side where we suspect the sea, we only see large salt marshes and reeds. That doesn't change for the next 17 km either.





I almost wished for “Fog and Mist”, which would have made the landscape even more interesting. Instead, the sun was burning.

A mirage? What kind of strange dogs or ponies are they?



Zooming in a little provides information:



There will be clarification for us later on the journey through this flyer:



In fact, I've now discovered that llama trekking is a booming business. In Germany, too, you can now go for a walk with a llama on every corner. Why?
My grandmother had said in the zoo: “Don't get that close! They spit! ”The image of the llamas seems to have changed tremendously.
Here are a few quotes from the following website:
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"Llama and alpaca trekking is becoming more and more important in the context of gentle tourism. It is becoming more and more important to escape the hectic pace of everyday life and to find peace and relaxation in nature.
Llama-alpaca trekking is ideal for this, because llamas and alpacas exude a certain calm. Just looking into the big dark eyes and the humming of the animals calms body and soul ......
Do they spit?
This is often the first question we hear when we are out and about with our animals. The cliché of spitting llamas is too deep ......
With llamas and alpacas as carrying and companion animals, this is a special event where you can put your leadership skills to the test.
Since New World camelids do not cause any damage due to their callous soles, we hike on appropriate cycle and farm paths through the Lienen village farmers. "

The question about spitting is not answered.
Wikipedia brings enlightenment:
"When llamas feel harassed, they spit at the interferer. In doing so, they demonstrate astonishing accuracy. Normally, however, humans are not victims of such attacks. Llamas spit on each other in particular to clarify the hierarchy or to keep intrusive conspecifics at bay is only spat as a warning. Mostly half-digested stomach contents are spat out, but only in small amounts. The semi-liquid, greenish mass is foul-smelling, but otherwise harmless and easily washable.

Easily washable! That calms me down! Then let's hope that the boom will continue. Where else to put all the unemployed New World camelids? Will it be a story like the camels in Australia or the Nutrias in this country?

Sorry for my longer trip, but the amazement over llamas on the Coastpath thirsted for education.

Shortly before we could have another look at the open sea, this barrier slowed us down:



The Norfolk coast is not as spectacular as the one in southern England or Wales. But it offers large sandy beaches (e.g. Holkham), nature reserves with many species of birds, such as what we have hiked through and a lot to visit in the hinterland (for our Royals fans: Sandringham Palace, otherwise Houghton Hall, Holkham Hall etc.). We limited ourselves there because we just wanted to get a taste of it.

Back to Sheringham:

Sheringham and the nearby Cromer are typical English seaside resorts.

Man sits on the concrete and reads the newspaper or beautifies his beach house.





We're strolling through Sheringham.



A typical house above and a beautiful old camper below.




We were about to leave for the campsite when there was another big surprise.
Our ever-popular Ottomar, who is currently buying potatoes in Poland, had also traveled to this area with his loved one and the camper. He told us little about it. We had already asked ourselves: will we discover any traces of his journey? Maybe an oversized carbon footprint?
But then we discovered this one on a boring concrete wall at the end of the beach promenade:



Ottomar as he lives and breathes!

This is probably how it happened:

A few years ago Sheringham Town Council decided to upgrade the unfavorable, bare concrete walls of the seafront with works by local artists.
A sculptor had set himself in his head to carve in stone the captain of the legendary lifeboat "Henry Ramey Upcher" - known for his courageous rescue mission on January 23, 1897 to rescue the sailors of the Norwegian ship Ispolen.Not a member of the current rescue crew,

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another member of this troupe (if you're in the mood, listen to the songs.)

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came into question as a model.

A gigantic stranger came along, to whom a cap was put on ...

sequel follows

nuvamic on 10 Aug 2013 13:20:04

Please do not apologize for digressions - I can "get involved" in the story ...... * dream on

celso on 11 Aug 2013 17:22:52

Part 4

The decision, the Dukes from Klotz and Protz and one, was there before us

A decision was made.
Where are we going now? We wanted to make it dependent on the weather. Is there a chance of cloudless, sunny Wales? It wasn't that clear yet
Our weather so far has been good. Once it had rained properly, dribbled 2-3 times and we already had a lot of sun.
My sweetheart said: "Let's try it again!"

As an intermediate stage on the way from east to west, we actually looked out for Belvoir Castle. At this place where the film “The Little Lord” was shot, we wanted to shed a few romantic tears. Fortunately, I looked again into the network of nets and found that we would have arrived on a weekday when the castle is closed to the public.

I remembered your tips: “Nuvamic always raves about the Peak District and the Ottomar once posted a photo of a castle with a large park. Chatsworth House, that's where we're going! "
A look at the map of the Caravan Club showed that there is a place there directly. The result of a call, however, sobered. The place is booked out for months and all the time.
So a certified location, if possible not too far from Chatsworth House.
Offley Place in Old Brampton had space for us. 9 pounds per night including electricity.
The approximately 250 km long journey takes you through completely flat, sometimes almost Dutch-looking terrain with a lot of agriculture, until you approach the Peak District near Chesterfield.

On the way we go shopping at Sainsbury's, arguably the finest of the British supermarkets: great selection, food a little more expensive, my favorite bread "TTD Multiseeded", reasonably priced, usable leisure clothes and inexpensive food in the cafeteria.
The slightly educative tone that somehow blows through the shop is annoying (e.g. sign on the toilet: Please wash your hands!) And of course the omnipresent camera surveillance:



(We don't love the British Isles because of these things!)

We arrive at Old Brampton. Camping on the farm.
The farmer, a real “Peak” puts us on asphalt, there is electricity from the barn, there is still an ancient shower and toilet (but clean). The chickens that besiege us for hours are most interested.

Our parking space



The boss looks around the corner.



The ladies follow:




Chatsworth House is easy to get to. The bus leaves from the street in front of Offley Place. Less than 10 minutes later you reach Nether End (!) And there is an entrance to the huge, more than 4 square kilometer park that belongs to the house.

The first look:



The house is owned by the Cavendish family. They have lived there since the 16th century. The respective head of the family bears the inheritable title "Duke of Devonshire". Currently, Peregrine Cavendish is the 12th Duke of Devonshire.
The house and garden can be viewed for a fee.


(Snapshot! The lobby was empty for a moment.)

The family, which is one of the most influential aristocratic families, has been collecting art for centuries.
And that's what it looks like. Everything is full of valuable things from the last centuries and from all over the world.
Art messis or just a swanky display of family wealth?
It is allowed to take photos in the house. You are not a museum.

What to do with all the vases?



There's also space under the table!



Something modern today?



Or do you prefer marble?




Really incredible and definitely to visit!

This continues in the garden.
Various garden architects were allowed to let off steam over the centuries.

Chatwsworth House from the garden side



Particularly fascinating for us: the rock garden


celso on 11 Aug 2013 17:43:04

(Clicked wrong once! Part 4 was not yet complete, here is the rest.)


The last time on this trip we are at a place that Ottomar has already visited and he has posted two photos about it. I remember both of them very well. I stop. Can this be? Press the shutter button. Indeed!



The rabbit is gone!

I don't want to assume anything, but when I get to Rottweil I'll take a look at Ottomars garden.
I could even understand it, a sculpture more or less, that is not noticeable here.
They also have a second rabbit.



There is also no trace of the ice cream seller who Ottomar found so charming.

sequel follows
(but takes a few days)

nuvamic on 11 Aug 2013 18:04:58

celso = master of cliffhanger!

I’m soon going to die of excitement here, whether you have taken a closer look at the Peak District or not * gggg *

ottomar on 14 Aug 2013 22:14:26

Celso, you rascal !!
How can you reveal my darkest secrets I was young and needed the money ...
And no matter how well we are here in Poland (Yasar's potatoes!), We are waiting for the continuation, giggling quietly and laughing out loud.
Nuvamic,
How right you are!

Ottomar

Guest on 15 Aug 2013 07:51:31

... my grandma would say she will soon be baffled with curiosity :)
Incidentally, me too:!:

You're welcome

FURTHER,

Otherwise: cry: I ...

Greetings Espumas

celso on Aug 18, 2013 15:32:07

Part 5
An unusual forecast, communist anger-wandering citizens and sightseeing behind the tar truck

On the evening of July 4th, when the chickens had just retired to sleep, we checked the BBC weather forecast for Snowdonia. At least 3-5 days of sun throughout Wales.
We have to seize this opportunity; we're going to Wales tomorrow.
It is a distance of about 220 km, mostly on the country road. We choose a nice route via Buxton and Macclesfield.
We were impressed by the Peak District. Our list of important travel destinations - we're slowly working our way from south to north through the United Kingdom - has a new leader for the next trip!

I do a little more research:

The Peak District is England's oldest national park.
We were in the part called White Peak. This part is populated. There are grasslands and sheep farming. The northern part is the DarkPeak. It consists of deserted raised bog areas. You can hike all day (e.g. on the 431 km long long-distance hiking trail "Pennine Way") without finding any pub.

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Anyone who has ever been to England or Wales is familiar with the public footpahts or bridleways system. This is based on, in some cases, centuries-old rights of way away from the streets. There is no general right to enter private land.
The large industrial cities of Manchester, Leeds and Sheffield are located in the catchment area of ​​the Peak District. Hiking was the Sunday occupation of the workforce. In 1932 an estimated 15,000 Manchester workers went hiking on Sundays. But only a few paths were cleared. The rest was private land and could not be entered. Huge areas were only used by their users on a few days a year, e.g. for hunting.
Hiking associations demanded the clearance of a path to the highest mountain in the Peak District, the Kinder Scout (632m), on days when there was no hunting.
On April 24, 1932, 400 hikers from the vicinity of the British Workers ’Sports Federation, which was close to the Communist Party, went out singing the" Internationale "to climb the Kinder Scout. There was real trouble quickly.
With whom? With the gamekeepers and rangers of our formidable family of art collectors at Chatsworth-House. The whole area belonged to the Duke of Devonshire and his family.
There were arrests and convictions. Although the other hiking clubs distanced themselves from the action, public sympathy increased as a result of the convictions for the demand for the “Right to Roam” (the right to enter unused private land.).
In 1951 the Peak District became a national park. 60% of the area and the path to the Kinder Scout have been released for hikers. "On November 30, 2000 the Countryside and Rights of Way Act finally came into force, which allows the right to roam in many highlands and other unused areas of England and Wales." (From Wikipedia, like most of the other information here)

The singer Ewan McColl wrote a song about the "Mass trespass of Kinder Scout".

"I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday "

Here is a nice video:

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Song lyrics:
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So much for a little digression that I dedicate to Nuvamic, who loves the Peak District so much.

On July 5th we drive through a more lovely area from Old Brampton to Buxton. Then it goes uphill and winding in a high moor landscape. There is a tar truck in front of us right behind Buxton. He must not go faster than 20 mph. What else might be annoying, I perceive as a gift today as I drive. At this speed, I can also enjoy the landscape in peace. Shortly before Macclesfield it goes steeply downhill, we leave the Peak District.

Do you miss photos? Me too.
There are plenty of them in the next part.

sequel follows

celso on Aug 18, 2013 15:59:44

Part 6

Arrival in Wales, my closing words on the weather and hike with problems

Wales is a rich country, you think when you drive into the country on the motorway from Bristol in the south or north from Chester. Everything new and generous!
And that huge investment in signs. Mostly huge because they are bilingual!
However, if you try to buy a nice souvenir for loved ones at home in any smaller town, you will quickly discover that there are almost only cheap stores and the second hand shops of the various charities.

All places in Wales start with either “Llan” or “But”, one might think.
The result of my quick count in the table of contents of the street map shows: 315 places begin with “Llan”, 67 with “but”. Don't fix me on one more or less.

After Chester we reach Wales. We drive along the coast, pass Abergele, Llandudno and Llanfairfechan, but then don't steer towards Llanwnda, Llandwrog and Llanllyfni, but turn left towards Llanberis because we have chosen a campsite in Llanrug.



Hardstanding with meadow, little going on, no cozy camping

There is a shaky free wifi available. Let's take another look at the BBC's weather forecast. Only sun is announced for the next 10 days.
The British weather forecasts do not have the best reputation, but this article seems to me to be quite exaggerated:
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The fact is: We only had sunny, warm summer weather for the rest of our trip and I will not write anything more on this topic. Just assume: blue skies and sunshine.

Llanberis is at the foot of Snowdon, Llanrug about 3 km before that. According to good tradition, we can stop the bus at the exit of the campsite with a hand signal and look around Llanberis.



The shopping street of Llanberis

The mountains on one side and the Llyn Padarn lake on the other. There is a path around the lake. We decide to go around it.
The path is not entirely safe if you believe the signs.



Fortunately, at least the poisonous blue-green algae are currently not active, so at least one would not be additionally poisoned after falling into the lake.



In fact, the path is mainly strenuous because there are always inclines, but we are rewarded with great views.



Which peak is Snowdon?



Sometimes it gets steep.



Views




I am having problems with my right foot. I have been a proud wearer of orthopedic insoles for 1 year and have been able to hike with them, but now it seems as if the right insole has inflated and is drilling into my foot from below. My loved one feels sorry for me and blows, but that doesn't help and I'm happy when I can take off my shoes. What does this mean for our plans? All conditions are good and then one such damn foot.




Sundown without disposal

sequel follows

nuvamic on Aug 18, 2013 18:26:36

celso wrote:We were impressed by the Peak District. Our list of important travel destinations - we are slowly working our way from south to north through the United Kingdom - has a new leader for the next trip!

(..)

So much for a little digression that I dedicate to Nuvamic, who loves the Peak District so much.

A very warm THANK YOU, celso!

Although I should make it clear - I don't love the Peak District a lot more than many other areas in the UK. It is only noticeable because it is comparatively unknown and mainly frequented by English people - in contrast to Cornwall, for example.But my advertising has already helped you ...: lol:

celso on Aug 18, 2013 20:09:31

at Nuvamic:
After the evening in Cambridge described above, we didn't talk to Germans for the entire vacation. For lack of mass! Only saw a handful of German cars and heard a few German-speaking voices from somewhere at the main tourist attractions. Alone among the British!
Celso

celso on 25 Aug 2013 14:47:01

Part 7

The loneliness of the mountains and the Prince of Wales

Snowdon is the highest mountain in Wales at 1085 meters. The area is known for rapid weather changes. Even in the best of weather, a little cloud sometimes hangs around the summit and prevents any view.
It's Saturday and people are flocking to the base of Snowdon in Llanberis from all over the place. My foot doesn't play along at all. I can not perform painlessly, have got normal insoles and hope to get better. Approx. 6 - 8 hours of hiking uphill and downhill are not possible.

Fortunately, there is the Snowdon Mountain Railway:

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We still get tickets (better reserve in advance!) And sit with 78 other people rather crowded in the open-plan car, which a steam locomotive pushes to the summit station with the help of cogwheels.
Countless people are sweating on the various hiking trails on their way up. It's full there. Good view, just a bit hazy. We have now achieved what would have been nonsensical last year. Great views and a great experience.

From the window of the train we see how many people are on the way to the summit.



Below the Llanberis Pass:



It gets tight at the summit:



The highest point of Wales:



Views:











Those who prefer to be more lonely can go hiking in the area around Snowdon. As soon as you leave the beaten path, you rarely meet anyone. We hiked (shorter and not so steep) the next day in the hills southwest of Llanrug.





On the way we met this little creature who didn't want to let us go anymore because it urgently needed petting.



I had fun because it reminded me of this - admittedly completely tasteless - website:

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Before we left Snowdonia, we had to visit Caernarfon Castle.
Edward I (King from 1272-1307) had decided, after a somewhat unfortunate crusade, to conquer and pacify Wales.
He had 9 castles built within 9 years. The official historiography cites as the reason the fact that there were hardly any places or even cities in Wales and the castles, as newly created centers, should make the governability of the country possible.
I'm more inclined to assume that at some point Edward I got fed up that his people were always in the wrong place because they couldn't get on with the many Llans and Abers.
“Hey! Where have you been? We wanted to slaughter at Llaneilian Welsh yesterday! "
" How so? We were waiting for you at Llanelidan and you didn't come!
It's just better with a castle as a landmark.



Edward I gave his son and later heir to the throne, who is said to have been born in the castle of Caernarfon, the title "Prince of Wales".
The 21st Prince of Wales is the well-known Prince Charles.
He was installed in office by Elizabeth II on July 1, 1969, on this platform in Caernarfon Castle.




Just because I've just read it and for people who knew the full name of Hajji Halef Omar by heart as children and perhaps also have no problems with the longest place name in Wales “Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch”. Charles Mountbatten-Windsor's full title reads:
"His Royal Highness The Prince Charles Philip Arthur George, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornwall and Earl of Chester, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Carrick, Baron of Renfrew, Lord of the Isles, Prince and Great Steward of Scotland, Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Great Master and First and Principal Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honorable Order of the Bath, Member of the Order of Merit, Knight of the Order of Australia, Companion of the Queen's Service Order, Member of Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council, Aide-de-camp to Her Majesty "

Our journey continues. In the next part, I'll tell you where we went to Snowdonia and what dangers we encountered.

Celso
sequel follows

nuvamic on 25 Aug 2013 15:38:35

Ahaaaa - that's what it looks like up there when you see something. Interesting. :)

In one picture you even get the impression that a UFO was flying around you?

celso on 25 Aug 2013 19:13:52

Maybe a vegan spaceship. Sorry, of course I meant Vogon.
An RAF helicopter actually circled the summit. They also waved friendly, but I think they only filmed us because there are no stationary cameras up there. Criminal offenses are also possible on the peaks of the mountains! It is possible that in one of the pictures there is still a light reflection from the helicopter. Unfortunately, I blurred the picture of the helicopter.
Celso

daktari110 on 25 Aug 2013 19:20:54

Thank you for your report and wonderful photos - now we finally know what it looks like on Snowdon and what a great view you have from up there. The weather has never been kind to us when we were in the area: twisted:
This year was obviously the perfect summer for UK trips, so much blue sky and sunshine in a row is record-breaking - I just hope that this wasn't the accumulated sunshine for the next few years, we would already have some nice weather next year with pleasure ...
I look forward to continuing your report.
A good start to the new week,

Stefan

ottomar on 26 Aug 2013 11:06:38

Also from us a big thank you for the continuation in the Celso style, which is now widely praised by islanders. How does one get the idea to look for such links? I recommend old cats who look like the Reichsjägermeister ...

celso on 26 Aug 2013 20:06:22

ottomar wrote:I recommend old cats who look like the Reichsjägermeister ...


I can't help right now, but how about that?

-> link

Celso

nuvamic on 26 Aug 2013 20:11:20


ottomar on 26 Aug 2013 20:55:19

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Ottomar

celso on 01 Sep 2013 15:37:02

(Ottomar! What have you done with the forum. Everything is so wide here. I'll make a few line breaks in my text. Hopefully this won't lead to illegible chaos.)

Part 8

Trip to the earthquake area

On the evening of July 8th we had to decide what to do with the remaining 10 days of our journey.
We want to go to the sea! Anglesey or Lleyn? Anglesey and Lleyn?
Anglesey is known as the island of the Druids, inhabited since ancient times. Today it is classified as an Area of ​​Outstanding Natural Beauty.
Anglesey is popular with tourists.
Lleyn looks inconspicuous in comparison. There are no major tourist attractions on the peninsula south of Angelsey,
let's ignore the fact that Bardsey Island, off the headland of Uwchmynydd (what a beautiful word!)
considered by some to be the real Avalon.

We'll sing another song in honor of Ynis Mon (as Anglesey is called in Welsh):

-> link

... and choose Lleyn.

But first we still have an impressive drive through Snowdonia ahead of us.












We drive from Llanberis over Pen-y-Pass to Beddgelert, then past Porthmadog to the Lleyn peninsula.

Earthquake and Great Britain are actually 2 terms that are not usually associated with one another. While preparing
During our trip at the end of May I read the message about an earthquake on Lleyn on May 29th, 2013. It was a light 3.8 magnitude earthquake with the epicenter
8 miles from Abersoch in the Irish Sea. The strongest recorded earthquake on the British Isles also occurred on Lleyn in 1984.
A quake with a magnitude of 5.4 on the Richter scale is already causing major damage to susceptible buildings, and it probably did so at the time.
Science has no explanation as to why it rattles on Lleyn about every 50 years.
We're going to Abersoch.

Lleyn is no problem in terms of driving technique. The main road is well developed, there is little traffic on the narrow side streets.
Otherwise something like this would probably not be possible either:



But is the center of tourism on Lleyn. In winter a sleepy village come thousands in summer.
The waves on Hell's Mouth beach, when the wind is blowing, attract extreme surfers. Lots of sailors are here, there are luxurious bungalows.
The rich from Chester settle here, as simple campers explained to us.
So we were not on the best, but at 30 pounds - by far the most expensive campsite of our trip.


On the way to the coast

During the first hike on the coastal path - my foot plays with it to some extent - we meet Linda. She wants the complete one in various stages
walking along the welsh coast. The Coastpath is not as well signposted here as elsewhere. I suspect that the earthquake
pounded a few signs in a different direction.


Can we trust you



Hell's mouth without waves

Linda often sees us looking at the map from a distance, speaks to us and we go together. The two women
talk lively and exchange plant names: “In German it is called Foxglove.” “It is Foxglove in English, Digitalis!”.


Hiking with Linda

I'm getting some appreciation from Linda for ignoring this sign


and go forward bravely (or cluelessly?)


After the path runs a bit through the inland, we want to go back to the campsite, but Linda thinks it is the most beautiful piece
Coast is still waiting for us. She pulls out her cell phone and says she'll call her husband now. We should continue along the way, then come
we to her accommodation and her husband could then drive us to the campsite.
Said and done!






St.Tudwal's Island West and East

It was actually the prettiest stretch of coast.
We then “had” to drink a beer with Linda and John
and finally they drove us back to the campsite.
That's how they are, the helpful British!


So far there is only the heading of the next part. It is:
Barely escaping the beasts - land adventures for city animals

But I promise
sequel follows
Celso

ottomar on 02 Sep 2013 11:45:05

Celso. Thank you! Just another year ...

celso on Sep 14, 2013 11:29:09

Part 9

Barely escaping the beasts - land adventures for city animals


The British are known to be great gardeners. So shopping in a garden center is an absolute must
Must every trip. Take a few seeds with you from plants that don't grow at home after all (MorningGlory)
or find one or the other tool whose function only becomes apparent after a long period of thought.
We saw a sign at the entrance to Abersoch. A garden center.
It is perhaps 2.5 - 3 km as the crow flies from our location.
On the hiking map we see 2 footpaths and a small road that lead to the destination.
We turn into the footpath between two fenced-in fields. Fence left and right, next to it wet meadows.
After a few meters the footpath looks like this:



Overgrown at a height of 1.50 to 2 m with grasses, blackberries and other undergrowth, luckily hardly any nettles.
What to do? The Amazon outdoor equipment with machete and handy flamethrower is in the basement in Mülheim,
the razor-sharp Sudoku knife waits in the kitchen drawer of the motorhome for the next vegetables.
Anyway, we have to go through that now! It can't stay that way forever!
But it can seem like an eternity.
After an estimated 20 minutes we were through. The legs are pretty scratched - you wear them briefly in this weather.
We didn't see any snakes like those here ... of course.

We keep looking at the map because the footpathes and their signage on Llyn are obvious
not particularly cared for.
A kissing gate leads to the next meadow. A young cow is looking at us.
Contrary to the usual disinterest or the careful increase of the distance, the animal comes closer.
Animals standing further away notice us, band together and come towards us.
There is no alternative. On the left is a tiny brook, behind it it goes uphill into the blackberries.
The whole herd gathers on the right. In about 100 m there is a small wall with a passage.
Until then we can do it!
Shortly before we reach the wall, the whole herd turns away and walks in the other direction.
When we pass the passage, they stand in front of us again on the other side.
They already knew that.
Another 100 m to another kissing gate.
A man appears behind it. Maybe it's the farmer who saves us.
He just looks interested.
My dearest whispers imploringly to the animals: “Keep your distance! Keep distance!"
I say: "Just don't look and move on."
You can certainly understand that we only photographed the animals after they had passed the Kissing Gate.





The man just asks whether the animals have followed us and then goes straight in the other direction.

Obviously, this is the time when the breeding bulls are growing up and grazing in herds.
We met them several times over the next few days, once we climbed over a fence,
once accepted a detour.



A few days later we asked the farmer's wife we ​​were standing with what should be done.
She said: "Stand still and pray to God!"
However, we don't know if she was just kidding us.
Would like to hear the opinion of some seasoned country eggs here!

I don't even want to mention that on the next meadow a buzzard was constantly flying low over our heads,
also not that it took us two and a half hours for the 2.5-3 km.
The garden center was quite small, but one or the other found its place in our backpack.
For the way back we chose the further route along the sea and were back at the motorhome after a little over an hour.

The last part follows
Celso

nuvamic on Sep 14, 2013 11:56:06 AM

If a career counselor should ever offer you retraining as a cowboy - I would advise against ...: lol:

celso on Sep 15, 2013 16:23:06

Part 9

Last days in Aberdaeron

Wales is a hilly piece of land that is covered with sheep dung.
No wonder with a population of 1 million and at least 10 million sheep.
At least that's how it felt at times when we were walking the Coastpath around in the last few days of our trip
Aberdaeron mostly only shared with the sheep.
We had changed location for the last time.
Our new address was now:
LL53 8BH
What is that? It's the zip code.
In the country in the UK, entering the postcode in GPS or Google is usually sufficient to reach the destination perfectly.
Check it out on GoogleEarth. Enter zip code, zoom in. You can already see the meadow with the campers.
Now pull the street view man into the small street and maybe turn it a little more.

It was again a certified location of the caravan club. 4 or 5 campers in a meadow that is almost as big
like a soccer field is. Shower, toilet, washing machine and dryer in the barn, well-tended meadow,
Rubbish bin, water and electricity directly at the pitch, toilet disposal open air, gray water on request.
All for 9 pounds.
Camper heart - what more do you want?



Another special feature of the square was its location. We could have hiked for hours.
A look inland and far in the distance we saw the small church and in front of it a white point - our mobile home.



Aberdaeron turned out to be much smaller than Abersoch.



There are 2 pubs with a hotel, a few cafes, but the shopping possibilities were limited to a souvenir shop,
who sold tobacco and alcohol at the same time, a tiny bakery and a family-run combination shop:
She runs the post office, he also runs a butcher's counter and the son runs the mini supermarket all around.

Cash on German credit cards could not be found due to the lack of an ATM.
So we had to unintentionally drive the 25 km to Pwlheli again to get supplies.

The farmer's wife made a tour of her campers every day and there was some small talk.
The little new potatoes bought from her turned out to be floury. I thought we were the first
grilled the mashed potatoes on the cobb.
In the meantime I've seen this video:

-> link

Slow Cooking!

I saw our next-door neighbor often swiping an e-cigarette. I asked them what about e-cigarettes in the UK.
After all, we come from a federal state whose current health minister - against legal reports - simply vapes
equates with smoking and it is prohibited where smoking is also prohibited.
The neighbor first explained to us that her doctor would be very excited that she was vaping and no longer smoking.
You could call yourself a non-smoker.
Vaping wouldn't be a problem in the UK pub. Since I had an e-cigarette in my luggage, I gave it a try.
It wasn't a problem.
On the way back with the ferry from DFDS, I wanted to know there too. The information was that you could go anywhere on the ferry, in the interior
and steam outside.
When I asked whether it was French or English law, the lady said: "No. Danish!"

I would like to show you a few more photos of the beautiful coast of LLyn.

One more note, should you ever come to Aberdaeron:
THERE IS NO BUS TO WHISTLING-SANDS! NO-NEVER!



The timetable can claim what it wants.



On the Coastpath near Aberdaeron


look back


Views


Mysterious Bardsey Island


Quickly find a souvenir for loved ones at home on the way.


as always flowers


up and down


July 17th was the day of the return trip. First I drove 130 km of country roads to the motorway, then my loved one ate the 500 km
to Dover. Early in the morning on July 18th we said goodbye to the British Isles with a photo of the White Cliffs.




I hope my report has entertained you a little and would appreciate your comments.
Celso

nuvamic on Sep 15, 2013 17:36:20

a shame (that it is over) .... would like to continue dreaming ........

Lancelot on Sep 15, 2013 17:54:38

Great report, very entertaining letters (:)), impressive photos ...

:Thank-you:

daktari110 on 15 Sep 2013 18:06:30