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| Eladio and I at Airton on a walk in the Dales with Simon and Gill. |
Hi everyone,
I can’t believe our holiday is at an end. Here I am writing this post on the train from
Leeds to London, from where we will take the tube to Heathrow and catch our
plane to Madrid later this evening. We
will leave this land of rain and wind where we have slept with thick duvets and
the central heating on and we shall get off the plane at Madrid and be hit by
the heat which will feel like a sauna after more than two weeks of temperatures
mainly below 20ºc. Not so long ago I was
writing my blog on the train up to Leeds and here I am now at the end of my
trip down memory lane. We always say in
my family: “all good things come to an end” and indeed they do.
I have titled my blog: “You can take a lass out o'
Yorkshire, but you can't take Yorkshire out't lass” because it was an
expression I first learned from Jackie and then heard again this week and sort
of sums up my feelings this holiday. I
wasn’t born in Yorkshire, but Cambridge (I love having been born somewhere so
illustrious). However I came to live here when I was 7 so my formative years
were spent here. Today, nearing my mid
fifties, I really think there is something of a Yorkshire “lass” (girl) in me
and always will be. I posted the
expression on FB and immediately got reactions from friends saying there were
similar ones for Jewish or African boys or girls and I am sure you could use
the idea for any area of the world. In
any case I love it.
The holiday has been fantastic. You may have read about the jam packed first
week in my last post. Well this week has
been just as crammed full of visits and activities. Let me tell you all about them.
Monday was another trip down memory, this time not
in Yorkshire but in the nearby Lake District.
When I lived at home we used to have lodgers and one of them was Sally
(Dalglish). Her mother had a cottage called Nokka in the tiny village of
Rosthwaite in between Derwent Water and Buttermere, where we used to stay in
the holidays.
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| Outside the cottage (Nokka) in Rosthwaite |
I would often go just with my Father and Amanda and
loved the 16th century freezing little cottage with the fireplace in
the lounge, its library and enormous stone kitchen. So much so that I took
Eladio there at New Year on his first visit to England after we had met in the
summer of 1980. We remember walking up
the steep Honnister Pass in rain and snow and our umbrella flying away in the
wind. We also remember arriving at
Buttermere, one of the smaller and lesser known lakes, but perhaps one of the
most dramatic, to find the place deserted and not a bus in sight to take
back.
So on Monday, we headed through Settle, Kendal, Windermere
and Ambleside towards Keswick until we reached the tiny village of Rosthwaite. It hadn’t changed, except that I did see one
burka clad woman. I asked at the local
shop if Sally’s mother still owned Nokka but was told it now belonged to a
mountaineering association. We took lots
of photos and asked a couple to take this one of us together mentioning that it
was our first time back after 30 or so years. They asked us what the secret was
and at that moment I was a bit stuck for an answer. Maybe it is respect, a spirit of constancy and
doing things together.
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| In Rosthwaite last week |
From Rosthwaite we made our way up the very steep
Honnister Pass with gradients of more than 25% in some areas. Soon we were
nearing the beautiful lake we remembered so well. It was lunchtime so we asked
where we could get a good meal. We were directed to the Michelin Guide
recommended Bridge Hotel. Guess what we
had? Yes, fish and chips again, after
which we were in desperate need of a long walk.
Buttermere was waiting for us and we walked all the way around which
took just over two hours. The lake and
views are spectacular but if you add to this the nostalgic factor, you get what
for us was “our walk of the year”. On
the plus side too, our visit to the Lakes coincided with the best weather we
had throughout our holiday, i.e. a few degrees over 20ºc but with the sun
shining all day.
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| Beautiful Buttermere, just as we remembered it. |
After the walk
we returned to Keswick, this time via the slightly less steep Newlands
Pass. We spent an hour or so visiting
elegant Keswick. We were very impressed
with the lovely “Hope Park” with its green lawns and flowers, but also, of
course with the nearby lake, Derwent Water.
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| Eladio in Keswick |
The drive home
was long of course, an hour and a half or so, but the trip turned out to be one
of the main highlights of our holiday.
We would have loved to stop at Grassmere where I once stayed with my
Father and my friends or at Ambleside or Windermere of Beatrice Potter and
Williams Wordsworth fame, but our destination was plainly marked “memory lane” on
Monday and that meant Rosthwaite, Buttermere and Keswick only, as there was no
time for more in just one day.
Tuesday came
and brought with it one of the most important items on our busy agenda, a visit
to the Great Yorkshire Show. This is
England’s premiere agricultural show and takes place in Yorkshire’s poshest
town, the lovely ex spa, Harrogate. I
had acquired tickets which turned out be free as we were classed as “overseas
visitors”. They were even posted to me
at Gargrave and included a parking ticket.
I was amazed to see they were “members’ tickets” which gave you access
to absolutely everywhere.
The show is
absolutely huge. Some 170.000 people
visit it over 3 days. There are some
2.000 sheep, 1.000 cattle and the numbers carry on for all types of farm and
country animals, including hunting beagles with their pack owners dressed in
the formal pink hunting colours which is what we most wanted to see. We got lost on many occasions, trying to find
the pigs or the sheep shearing or the food hall. I think what impressed us most were the many
types of sheep breeds, some of them being quite bizarre.
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| Sheep (or rather rams) competing at the Great Yorkshire Show |
We enjoyed
seeing young girls showing off their huge black or pink pigs and were
disappointed to miss the Pig of the Year contest which was taking place on the
last day. The atmosphere is very upper
Yorkshire class and the officials and judges and members added to the colour of
the show. Unfortunately we were to miss
the visit of Prince Charles as he was visiting the next day. You can see the
full collection of the photos we took here.
All in all the show is well worth visiting and I am very grateful to
Jane, the PA to the director, for the very generous free tickets. When I lived in Yorkshire I had always wanted
to visit the show, so this occasion was like a small dream come true.
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| There was even a competition for potatoes at the Great Yorkshire Show |
Later that
day, Kathy and Phil were visiting us in Gargrave to go for a walk on the
canal. They had brought me some of Kathy’s
father, Brian’s, prize winning roses which were spectacular. Brian used to be a judge of the roses at the
Yorkshire show but unfortunately this year there was to be no such
competition. Here is a photo of his
fragrant roses which later bloomed into at least triple their original size. Thank you Brian, I loved them.
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| Brian's wonderful roses |
The walk on
the canal took us nearly an hour and a half. Eladio and I had been on it quite
a few times but this time we went further.
As always, we enjoyed walking on the tow path, past pretty cottages and
hedgerows, over the river and past fields with grazing cows and sheep.
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| On the walk by the canal in Gargrave with Kathy |
By half past
eight we were ready for dinner but were disappointed that the local Old Swan pub
closed its kitchen midweek at around that time.
In Spain the kitchen would just be opening! That was thus the perfect excuse to try out
the Bollywood Cottage local curry house which had been highly recommended to
us. It turned out to be just as good as
we had been promised. Funnily enough the
Pakistani waiter turned out to be a past pupil of Phil’s and a friend of one of
Kathy’s sons; a small world eh!
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Dinner at the Bollywood cottage Indian restaurant in Gargrave with Kathy
and Phil
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On Wednesday
our heavy programme continued. We
decided to visit Harrogate as on Monday we had been there for the show but
didn’t have time to see the pretty town. The last time we had been there was
possibly just before we got married at Christmas time in 1982. That time we spent the whole afternoon sitting in the
wonderful Bettys tea rooms by the windows and Eladio spent most of the time
taking photographs of me, like this one here.
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Me at Bettys in Harrogate, a photo Eladio took of me there at Christmas
in 1982
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Harrogate is
so special and well kept, with its many flower beds and the glorious stretch of grass called the “stray”
surrounding the centre. It used to be a
place where rich people came to be cured, because of the special sulphur waters
produced by its many wells. I read that
after the introduction of the NHS, it became less popular of course. However
during the industrial revolution, many rich mill owners and industrialists came
to live in the pretty and up market town to get away from the filth and smell
of towns like Leeds or Bradford. I suspect that is still the case today.
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| Harrogate is simply stunning, the beginning of the Stray |
We visited the
Royal Pump Room, where the special waters used to be dispensed. I tried a
little and it was quite disgusting.
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| Trying the ghastly water at the Royal Pump Room |
Afterwards it
was time for lunch at Bettys as dictates tradition whenever we are in York,
Ilkley or Harrogate. Here we had to
queue up but as always it was worth it. This
time, for the record, I did not have fish and chips.
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| At Bettys in Harrogate, 31 years later and still looking good I hope |
Later we went
to visit the Valley Gardens to work our lunch off and enjoyed this Victorian
park with its spectacular flower beds,
grandstands, sun pavilion and stretches of the greenest grass you can imagine.
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| At the beautiful Valley Gardens in Harrogate |
From the
Valley Gardens we walked into the Pinewoods and after about 2 or 3 miles
reached the famous Harlow Carr Gardens.
I say famous because whenever I mentioned them, everyone seemed to know
them, yet I wasn’t aware of their existence when I used to live in
Yorkshire. That again, is because they
were not on my bus routes, as my parents never had a car and we went everywhere
by bus. It cost 8 pounds each to visit
the gardens but it was worth it. They
are beautiful. I especially liked the
scented garden and the gardens in times gone by, a sort of living history of
gardens through the past few centuries.
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In the scented garden at Harlow Carr Gardens in Harrogate, what a
discovery
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Soon it was
time to return to Gargrave as we had an engagement that evening. We were expected for dinner at Valya’s and
Richard was joining us. Valya, who is 85,
has just lost her husband George and is very much in mourning. Even so she made a huge effort and laid on an
enormous Russian meal including “zakuski” (starters). Valya used to be my Mother’s colleague at the
Russian department at Leeds University where Richard still works. The evening, if a little sad, was an
important item on our programme, as whenever I am in Yorkshire, I just have to
meet up with both Valya and Richard.
Valya lives in a sort of maze of streets on the outskirts of Leeds and
last time we went we got totally lost and had to get a taxi to follow by car in
order to get there. This time I relied on the sat nav in my Samsung Galaxy S
phone which brought us there without a hitch.
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| With Valya and Richard |
On Thursday,
we had a date for a walk in the Strid Wood mentioned before and which is near
Bolton Abbey. You may remember on the
walk there the previous week, it rained and we had to turn back. So of course we returned as a trip to
Yorkshire is never complete for me without doing that walk. It was as glorious as ever and this time we
went further than ever and reached the aqueduct and walked back on the other
side. All in all this took at least 2
hours, enough to work up an appetite for lunch which we had at our cottage for
a change.
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| At the Strid in Bolton Abbey, it forever fascinates me |
Later that
afternoon we had another appointment. We
were going to spend the night at Simon and Gill’s who live in Sowerby Bridge
near Halifax. Simon was my Father’s
pupil at Bradford Grammar School but more importantly the older brother of my
oldest and best friend, Amanda, who, unfortunately, this time, could not join
us as she and Andy were moving into their new house in Devon. We were to be spending the night there and the next day together in the Dales.
Simon, being an excellent chef, had prepared a scrumptious dinner. They
had invited their best friends, David and Alex who run a local printing
company. We were joined too by Becky,
Simon’s daughter. Funnily enough I had
bumped into her in Bradford city the week before which demonstrates what a
truly small world we live in. For the
record we had amazing lamb followed by tarte tartin. Ah and we also had Sainsbury’s mini
millionaire shortbread, something I was to buy for our trip back and which Eladio
referred to as “the bomb”. It was and is
delicious and highly recommendable.
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| At Simon and Gill's on Thursday night. |
The next day the
four of us had lunch in Hetton at The Angel, a so-called “gastro pub” where we
had been in 2009 with Simon, Gill, Andy, Amanda and my Father. This place is a foodie’s paradise and we were
tickled pink to see on the menu something called “Yapas” which turned out to be
Yorkshire tapas!
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| Outside The Angel in Hetton with Gill and Simon |
After lunch we
drove to nearby Kirby Malham from where we went on a 4.5 mile walk to nearby Airton
and then back to Kirby Malham. We went
through fields with the proverbial cows and sheep and past old Yorkshire styles
and gates and were very lucky the rain held off until our walk was over. We followed a route Simon found in their
Yorkshire pub walks book which sometimes felt like an orienteering course but
which was a great antidote for so much food, so early in the day. Lunch at The Angel was at 12.30, early again
for us.
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| On the walk in the Dales with Simon and Gill, love the style |
Later we drove
to Malham Cove and Malham Tarn but by then it was pouring down.
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| Malham Cove in the Yorkshire Dales |
The next day,
Saturday, we were “checking out” of our lovely cottage so spent most of the
evening packing. I had booked a two week
stay but our trip was two days longer and we couldn’t stay on at The Arbour as
new guests were arriving. I had reserved
a room for two nights at the Rombalds hotel in nearby Ilkley, another beautiful
little town in West Yorkshire, a bit like Harrogate but smaller. Ilkley is
famous for its moor and when I was a little girl my Father would bring my
brother and I there most Sundays. He
used to call me his “little moor’s girl” which I actually wasn’t because I have
never ever enjoyed walking uphill. I
always prefer the flat. I would go along
for the sweets afterwards only but I suppose he guessed that as he himself has
a very sweet tooth which many of you will know I have inherited. I have not, however, inherited his trim
figure.
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The Rombalds Hotel in Ilkley where we spent the last 2 nights of our
holiday
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Funnily enough
The Rombalds was on the hill we would walk up from the bus stop to reach the
Moor of “Ilkley Moor baht ’at” fame which brought me right back to my childhood
as soon as I saw it.
We left our cottage at 10 in the morning and couldn’t check into the Rombalds until
3 in the afternoon. This was the perfect
time then to drive to Bingley to see the
Five Rise Locks on the Leeds Liverpool canal, a place I wasn’t aware of when
I lived here as a child, but which is an important local landmark. This amazing feat of engineering was built in
1774 and is the steepest lock staircase in Britain. We were lucky to see a boat going through it
when we arrived, with the help and guidance of the local lock keeper, of
course. I was told it takes a boat about
40 minutes to get through the five locks.
Eladio was fascinated. It rained
all morning as it would until we left, but that didn’t deter us walking along
the canal and enjoying the scenery, such as the old mills now converted into
luxury housing.
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| The Bingley Five Rise Lock |
Lunch that day
was in Ilkley and there is no other choice for me there than Bettys Tea Rooms.
This time we did have fish and chips, the last of our trip I should say. Thank goodness I am going back to my Dukan
diet to lose any weight I will certainly have put on after 2 weeks gorging in
Yorkshire. Who said English food was not
good? It has improved enormously since I
left the country. Besides, the
supermarkets are packed with enticing produce I would love to be able to find
in Spain, such as meringue nests we had nearly every day with English
strawberries and raspberries and cream.
Later we
booked into the Rombalds, a tired little place which in some ways resembles
Fawlty Towers with its strict rules.
Anyway it was clean and comfortable so we quickly settled in. Eladio slept his proverbial siesta whilst I
wandered out to explore the 2 main streets of Ilkley. The sun had come out and
the town was looking lovely. There was
music coming from the local band stand and the posh Ilkley ladies were enjoying
their shopping as was I at Boots, one of the English establishments I miss most
in Spain.
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| Pretty Ilkley, another spa town in Yorkshire |
Later I went
back for Eladio and we ventured out again.
Apart from seeing the main streets again, we visited the local park set
on the Wharfe River and watched the world go by. Soon I had to return to the hotel to get
ready for another important item on my agenda, the second of my school reunions
which was to take place that evening in nearby Addingham at the famed Fleece,
another so-called “gastro pub”.
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| By the River Wharfe in Ilkley |
Kathy and Phil
came to pick me up. I had dressed for
the occasion and was a little stressed to find that my dress did not fit as
well as it had when I wore it for the first school reunion two weeks previously.
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| Dressed and ready to go the second SJC reunion dinner |
Trisha was in the car with Kathy and I’m
sorry to say I did not remember her from school. The rest of the “girls” arrived just as we
did and the beginning was a little confusing as we didn’t really recognize each
other. It didn’t help, of course, that
all their surnames had changed. There
were 10 of us and, thanks to Kathy’s little note, the names are: Geraldine,
Frances, Mary, Maureen, Debra, Catherine, Beverley, Kathy and myself. Phil
patiently took photographs of us all with 10 cameras for each picture. We had a great
night, catching up on our lives since school but also reminiscing about our
times at St. Joseph’s College. My only
regret that night was not ordering the sticky toffee pudding for dessert. You can see the full set of photos of this reunion here.
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| The second St. Joseph's College reunion dinner, this one in Addingham |
The next day
was our last day, but it was to be one of the best. In the morning Kathy, Liz and Libby came to
fetch me and we drove to Pudsey to the gigantic Marks and Spencers. Here we spent a good three hours shopping
with just a quick stop for a bite at the cafeteria. I was conscious I didn’t have much room in
our suitcases and that I couldn’t buy anything too heavy because of the weight
limit. So I stocked up mostly on
underwear, socks and beachwear. The
three hours came to an end far too fast and a good time was had by all. Here is the photo of the four of us outside
M+S my favourite store in the world.
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At the gigantic Marks and Spencers in Pudsey with Kathy, Liz and Libby. Great
girly shopping indeed
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We then went
back to Ilkley to pick Eladio up and drove to Phil and Kathy’s house in
Keighley. Tom, Kath’s son, and his
girlfriend, Liam, were waiting to greet us before heading back to their home in
Manchester. Tom is the local football
hero and is the goalkeeper for Chesterfield F.C. which is in the First
Division. Good looking Tom learned his
trade at Manchester United where he started at the age of 12. Apparently Gerard Piqué, now playing for
Barcelona and boyfriend of the Colombian singer, Shakira, was one of his best
friends. It was great to talk to Tom
about sport and get his opinion on Casillas.
He said that, of course, he was a legend but that for him the best
goalkeeper in the world was Pepe Reina.
That was interesting to hear.
Meanwhile Phil
was preparing a wonderful indoor barbecue which we all polished down in their
quirky kitchen. Here are Phil and Kath,
in their kitchen, by the table, groaning with delicious food he had prepared,
the perfect hosts.
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| Phil and Kathy in their kitchen just before the lovely last dinner in
Yorkshire. |
The meal was
the perfect end to our stay in England which finished yesterday when we
returned to Spain. I am now writing from
home, after starting yesterday on the train from Leeds to Kings Cross. But let me tell you what we did that morning
before catching the train. We checked
out early from the hotel in Ilkley in the pouring rain and drove to
Bradford. To do so we had to go past
Baildon and on the spur of the moment I asked Eladio to go up Roundwood Road,
where we had lived for 9 months before we bought 6 Heaton Grove. I’m not sure but I think this was the house.
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Roundwood Road in Baildon where we lived for 9 months in 1964 when I was
just 7
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We also
stopped a little way on, just before Shipley, to take a photo of the little
wooden church my brother and I attended when we lived in Baildon. Unlike my old primary school, it is still
standing and is as beautiful as ever.
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The old wooden church George and I used to go to near Baildon when we
were 7 and 9.
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From here we
continued our way, past our old house, and into Bradford city. Here we parked next to Morrisons and went for
a walk in the town, in the pouring rain, before we had to return our car and
catch the 13.05 train to Leeds. Our
packed lunch was of course bought at M+S in Darley Street. Bradford was pretty dismal that day because
of the rain and I felt very fortunate that I live in a country with sun most of
the year round.
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| Raining in Bradford on the last day |
It was interesting to see the old Halifax
Building Society in Darley Street, where my parents both had accounts, now
bearing the Santander logo on the old Victorian building. I thought it really funny that a Spanish bank
could own this Yorkshire institution; something we would probably have frowned
at in the 60’s when Spain seemed so backward to us all. Well it has leaped forward since then.
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The Halifax Building Society in Darley Street Bradford which now belongs
to the Banco Santander
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After leaving
our hired car at Europcar in Nelson Road, we made our way to the Bradford
Interchange, a place on memory lane too, from my travels when I lived in
Yorkshire. Here I have a picture of
Eladio, surrounded by Asians, the norm these days. Bradford has a population of over 300.000
people and more than half of them are Asian.
When I mentioned to Susan Wright that there seemed to be very few white
people on the street, she said that was because of the “white flight”. When I googled the term, it appears it is a
widespread practice in England today. I
went to live in Bradford in 1964 (I think) and there were no Asians at that
time. I do remember at the age of 9 or
10 when there was one Indian or Pakistani boy in my class which we all thought
was very exotic. Today, many classes are
outnumbered the other way round, in the industrial towns in England. What I also noticed on this trip was the
profusion of completely covered Asian women with just slits in their eyes. In my times, that didn’t happen. The Asian women wore bright coloured saris
and did not cover their faces or the rest of their bodies. What has happened I ask myself?
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| Eladio at the Bradford Interchange on Monday |
The train
journey was uneventful and the train left on time. We enjoyed the M+S packed lunch enormously
and I spent the rest of the time writing the first half of this blog post. At
Kings Cross I went outside to the news stand to buy Eladio El País and happened
upon a lot of people taking photos of what looked like a wall. When I looked closer I was delighted to see
it was the supposed “platform 9 ¾” from the Harry Potter books. Thus I had my own photo taken by a willing
Japanese tourist who was standing nearby.
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| At the Harry Potter platform at Kings Cross in London |
The rest of
the journey was the typical obstacle race air travel has become and after
waiting in a queue at the LHR underground station to get a refund on our Oyster
card, we had to rush to catch the plane.
Time was not on our side. Our
suitcases were bulging and we knew they were overweight. We had to take stuff out for the scales to go
down to 23 kilos per case, so there we were carrying shoes and whatever was at
the top of the case only to realize later when we went through customs that we
were carrying jam. These days jam is considered a liquid, so it was taken off
us and we had to go through strict security procedures to be let through to
catch our plane. Thank you Mr. Bin Laden
for making air travel the nightmare it has become. Once on the plane which we thought we had
caught by the skin of our teeth, it was then delayed on the ground for another
hour. We touched down in Madrid just
after 23.30. Suzy was there to meet us and the reunion was sweet. It was great to be greeted by 25ºc at nearly
midnight when the thermometer in England had never gone above 20ºc, even at
midday for the duration of our stay.
Soon we were
home and unpacking and handing Suzy our gifts, mostly from M+S. Poor Oli was asleep when we arrived as she
arrives at after midnight from her work with the evening news programme and has
to be up at 6 in the morning to be at the morning programme by 7. I left her M+S bag outside her door and
wasn’t able to hug and greet her until lunchtime today. That was equally sweet.
It was
wonderful to be home but above all to sleep in our own beds. Ah, and of course, it was great to see Norah
again too. She cried with joy when she saw us and I nearly did too. This morning I was able to greet my Father and
give him his gifts too, mostly chocolates and biscuits I must say. Later I showed him my photos which I knew he
would love to see because of his obvious interest in our trip, after having
lived more than 40 years in Yorkshire.
For now I have
had my full injection of Yorkshire and England and am happy to be home
again. Now it’s time to settle back into
the routine of our life here and to get back to my work at full steam.
And that my
friends, is the story of the rest of our wonderful trip to Yorkshire.
Cheers till
next week
Masha
