Monday, January 22, 2018

Things my Tour Guides Told Me



I had the privilege this month of taking a group of terrific college students to the UK for a literary tour of England.  Our itinerary: London, Windsor, Oxford, Winchester, Stonehenge, Bath, Stratford-on-Avon, Thirsk, York, and Cambridge. 

It’s not like any of these locations are obscure—you might think Thirsk is the outlier in this list of great English towns, but you might know it better by its fictional name of Darrowby, the home of James Herriot the Yorkshire vet—so Google will do a better job than I could of providing great photos of iconic buildings and vistas.  Instead, here are some of my own favorite shots of the places we visited, interspersed with little nuggets shared by our splendid tour guides (accuracy not guaranteed)!

Big Ben on the Thames.  True to form, like almost all the major monuments I have ever visited, it was under scaffolding.

Westminster Abbey
According to our guide at Westminster Abbey, Winston Churchill reportedly drank a Magnum of champagne a day.  This has nothing to do with anything; I just think it’s remarkable.

Until very recently, there were no toilets in the abbey, so during coronations and weddings, which lasted for hours on end, men were issued a bottle and women were given what our guide described as a cradle.  Now that's commitment.

Tourists getting their picture taken in King's Cross
King's Cross Station, much to the dismay of commuters, is now a major tourist attraction.  Since the actual space between Platforms 9 and 10 is a modern contraption of metal and glass, some enterprising soul has glued a trolley to an out-of-the-way expanse of brick so that Harry Potter fans can have their picture taken “going through the wall” at Platform 9 ¾. 

Picadilly Circus. He's a bit dwarfed by the Underground sign, which is closer to the camera, but you can see the silhouette of Eros against the neon backdrop.
 
A carousel on the south bank of the Thames (the London Eye in the background, of course)

Saint Paul's and the Millennium Bridge

Swans at Eton
All the mute swans (the ones with orange bills) belong to the queen.  Apparently they count them every year so that she knows how many she has.

The Windsor Guildhall
Christopher Wren designed the Windsor Guildhall so that the portico was supported by pillars only on the outside.  However, people were so sure the thing would collapse that Wren was forced to add pillars at intervals under the roof as well.  He had the last laugh, though: the pillars don’t actually touch the ceiling!

Windsor Castle
The flight path to Heathrow goes right over Windsor Castle.  Strangely, the queen seems not to mind.

If you can't read the caption under the Turf Tavern sign, it says, "An Education in Intoxication."
Just about every town has a pub that claims to be the oldest in England.  The one at Oxford that makes that claim is the Turf Tavern, where lots of famous people have become inebriated and where Clinton very famously “never inhaled.”

The ceiling of Divinity Hall, Oxford
 We donate money to organizations to have our names put on bricks in the sidewalk.  In the late Middle Ages, apparently people donated money to have their initials and crests engraved in the ceiling.
The Radcliffe Camera, seen through the window of Divinity Hall, which is where Professor McGonagall taught Harry and Ron to dance in the fourth movie
A lonely lamppost oddly placed in the middle of nowhere at the university where C.S. Lewis taught.  Inspiration for Narnia?
The crypt in Winchester Cathedral
Usually crypts are where you bury people.  You can’t bury people in the crypt at Winchester cathedral (Jane Austen is buried upstairs) because it floods when it rains—as shown here.  Instead, they put a statue in the middle of the floor, which is occasionally submerged up to the knees.  I think it looks like he’s checking his phone.

Memorial to William Walker in Winchester Cathedral
William Walker almost single-handedly saved Winchester Cathedral by laying an artificial foundation underwater when the original foundation was flooded and shifting.  He worked alone in the dark for six years.

Apparently they gave the sculptor a photo with two people in it; he naturally assumed the one in the diving suit was Walker and happily produced a statue as tribute to him.  Unfortunately, Walker was the other guy in the picture, and for a long time there was a statue on display of the wrong person.  Eventually someone paid to have a new sculpture made with the right face (complete with the bushy mustache).

A tiny carved face on the choir screen of Winchester Cathedral

The "Round Table" in the Great Hall, which is all that remains of Winchester Castle
This isn’t the real Round Table of Arthurian fame.  It’s a late-medieval reproduction, painted in Henry VIII’s time (hence the Tudor rose in the middle).  Clearly he didn’t get the democratic idea behind the roundness of the table, because Arthur (who looks rather like Henry, if you can get close enough to see) is clearly at the supposedly non-existent head of it.

Stonehenge
I love the destination sign on the buses that go between the car park and Stonehenge: “TO THE STONES.”
Marlborough Buildings, Bath
Jane Austen didn’t like Bath.  However, she set several of her novels here: these are the Marlborough Buildings, where Colonel Wallis and his wife live in Persuasion.  According to our guide, these homes were built as a windbreak to shelter the Royal Crescent, the row of apartments where the posh people lived.

Pulteney Bridge, Bath
If you recognize the weir below Pulteney Bridge, it’s because in the recent film of Les Miserables, it doubles for the Seine in the scene where Javert (Russell Crowe) commits suicide.  Apparently the dummy they threw into the water for filming disappeared in the current and hasn’t yet resurfaced.

At the Georgian Tearooms, Bath
I’m usually not one for food photography, but this was such a pretty little cream tea (tea and a scone with preserves and clotted cream) I thought it was worth commemorating.

The Roman Baths, Bath
They have holographic films playing around the baths to show how people would have used them in the Roman era.  Shockingly to American eyes, half the people in these films are completely naked, though shown exclusively from the back.

Holy Trinity Church, where Shakespeare is buried, Stratford-on-Avon
Shakespeare’s grave doesn’t make for an interesting photo because the inscription (“Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forebear to dig the dust interred here…”) only reads right-side up if you’re standing at the altar facing the congregation, which of course they frown on unless you’re the minister.

Shakespeare's birthplace, Stratford-on-Avon
Graffiti isn’t new.  We saw people’s initials carved on churches all over England—and even on the coronation chair in Westminster Abbey.  At Shakespeare’s birthplace, people started scratching their initials on the windows as soon as the place became a tourist attraction.  The oldest windows have been removed and put in display cases, but we spotted initials dating to the 19th century on these.

A set from the TV series All Creatures Great and Small, now housed in the old garage of the veterinary surgery in Thirsk

Snow in the Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire
More snow on the Hambleton Hills































York
The River Ouse, York
York is probably my favorite city in England.  That’s not something a tour guide told me: I came up with it on my own.

What the tour guide did tell us was that a York chocolatier invented a delightful chocolate-covered wafer called Rowntree’s Chocolate Crisp that took the world by storm—but not until its name was changed to Kit Kat! 

The British and American recipes are different, apparently because when they were first produced in the UK they had to use powdered milk, which gives them almost a malted flavor.  Which recipe is better depends entirely on which side of the Pond you’re from.

A table for the cost of gowns for the various college of Cambridge University
The Eagle Pub, Cambridge
The Eagle pub keeps its upper window open all the time.  According to the story, a little girl burned to death in a fire in that room because she couldn’t get out the window, and it’s kept open now so that she’ll never be trapped again.  On a lighter note, Wilkins and Crick, two of the discoverers of DNA, apparently did as much work in this pub as they did in the Cavendish Laboratories down the street.

Godfrey Washington's memorial plaque in Little St. Mary's Church, Cambridge
George Washington’s great-uncle was the vicar of Little St. Mary’s Church, where he was buried in 1729.  His family coat of arms looks suspiciously like a two-toned version of the American flag, doesn’t it?  And their family mascot was the eagle….

A road to the river in Cambridge
Peeking through college gates in Cambridge
Punting on the River Cam
I have lots of fun pictures of my students (including a bunch from the epic snowball fight we had on the day we visited Thirsk!), but for the sake of their privacy I won’t post them here.  It was such an honor to travel with them, and I’m grateful that they gave me an opportunity to share this lovely country with them—even if it was in the middle of winter!

On the Thames, London

 


Thursday, August 3, 2017

Another Yo-Yo Summer



I said last year that I wouldn’t do it again, but I think I may have actually done more bouncing back and forth this summer than last!  Home, D.C., Charlottesville, Reykjavik, Marysville (OH), Pierre (SD), Philadelphia…and back.  All this to say, I need another vacation to recover from my vacation!

I'll spare everyone the blow-by-blow, but here are a few of the summer's highlights:

My first trip was to Reykjavik.  Mostly I was there for research, so that fact that it was in the 40s and rained every day of my first week there didn’t actually affect me that much: I was in the basement of the library poring over an 18th-century manuscript.  However, we did have a couple of nice days, one of which gave me the chance to walk out to the Grotta lighthouse/bird sanctuary:

Grotta Lighthouse (with Snaefellsjokull glacier in the background on the right!)
The other nice-ish day happened to coincide with a day trip I took to the Westman Islands (Vestmannaeyjar), which I’ve always wanted to visit, having seen them from the mainland many times.  

The Westman Islands viewed from the ferry.
The islands have a dramatic history: they supposedly got their name when Irish (“Westman”) slaves who had murdered their owner were captured and killed there, and then Heimaey lost more than 200 people from its scant population to a Barbary pirate raid in the 17th Century.  But they also happen to be ruggedly, Icelandically beautiful.

One of the smaller islands, taken from the deck of a tour boat
A basalt archway
The remarkable colors inside a sea cave.  Our skipper was amazing at steering the boat into these caves.
But they are probably now most famous for the volcanic eruption of 1973 that gave the Westman Islands the nickname “Pompei of the North.”

This may look like an idyllic scene now, but the photo was taken from the top of a lava field that swallowed 400 houses and changed the shape of the harbor!
You can read about the details of the eruption itself from more authoritative sources than me, and if you’re ever in Heimaey yourself, the Eldheimar museum has a great display of photographs and recordings; it’s actually built around the ruins of a house only half dug out of the black ash.

You can see why they call it Pompei of the North.
Photo from 1973.  Source: Eldheimar Museum website.
But here are a few of my own pictures of things that I thought were particularly striking:

A half-buried house just outside the museum

The lava wall that stopped just short of this street.  The owner of this car parks at its base every day!

Signs on top of the lupine-covered lava field mark where streets used to be
The graveyard, which was buried under ash as deep as the black pole (on the right) is high.  The archway says, "I live, and you shall live."
What was perhaps most amazing about touring Heimaey, though, was that the memory of the eruption is still so fresh in the minds of the locals.  All our tour guides could casually point up a street that now ends in a wall of lava and say, “My mother-in-law used to live up there,” or “The lava stopped one house up from my father’s.”  No one was killed in the eruption, but everyone knows someone who didn’t come back after they were evacuated.  Who can blame them?  

Eldfell, seen from the water
But for those who do still live in the shadow of Eldfell, the volcanic mountain newly created by the eruption, the determined love of their home was evident in everybody I spoke to.  I think I’ve noticed this love more in Icelanders than I have in any other group of people I’ve met, and with a country this beautiful, this volatile, and yet this fragile, you can see why.  Tread lightly, fellow travelers: remember the land doesn't belong to the tourists!

The coastal flats between Eyjafjallajokull and the sea
Literally the day after I got back to the U.S., I left for a road trip with my dad; we stopped first in Marysville, Ohio, to visit my aunt and uncle on their farm.

¿Cómo se llama, llama?

The farmhouse with Theo the shih tzu posing in the foreground
The goats will climb the fence for an animal cracker.  That's not cannibalism, is it?
The donkeys and Cody the pinto share a pasture with the llamas and alpaca.  All's well as long as Cody gets first dibs at the hay!
And then we continued on to Pierre, South Dakota, for a family reunion.  Here I played my first round of golf.  
Grandpa and I in the golf cart (this was actually taken last year, but we haven't changed much)

I had a lot of fun, but we won’t talk about my score; instead let’s talk about the kind of directions the GPS will only give you when you're driving through the fly-over states!

"Drive 357 miles on I-90."
Back to Charlottesville after that (Charlottesville being my home base for work in the summer), and finally, this past week, I went to Philadelphia for a course on medieval manuscripts and digital tools for scholarship.  If that sounds interesting to you, check out the Rare Book School—you won’t regret it!

A historiated initial from the medical miscellany I studied in my class.  Image courtesy of OPenn!
Aside from being interested in the subject matter, I was delighted that this class gave me an excuse to return to Philadelphia for the first time since I lived there for a year as a Jesuit Volunteer.  A decade ago, the Liberty Towers were the only glass skyscrapers in the city; now they seem to be shooting up everywhere!  

The Philly skyline from the Kislak Center at UPenn
I was amazed at how upper-middle-class life was creeping north from Center City into areas where we JVs used to work with the poor and the homeless.   

All sorts of ominous explanations exist for why you see shoes flung over telephone wires in the inner city.  I can only say I saw a lot more in North Philly a decade ago than I did this time.
A lot changes in ten years, for better or for worse.  But I did love revisiting my old haunts in Center City.
 
Reading Terminal Market, which felt half deserted because I went on a Sunday when the Amish-run stalls were closed
City Hall seen from the Ben Franklin Parkway at dusk

I had also never really spent any time at UPenn when I lived in Philly, but that’s where my course was, so I got to enjoy the odd hodge-podge that results when an eminent university happens to be right in the middle of an urban area.  The dorm where I stayed was a 24-floor high-rise that could have housed the entirety of my home institution two or three times over!

August-looking College Hall
Slightly less august-looking "Covenant."  I called it "The Lipsticks."
View of rainy Spruce Street from my dorm: higher than I could ever get without an airplane at my home institution, and I was only on the ninth floor!

My travels for the summer are pretty much over now, but even though they’ve fairly tuckered me out, I’m so grateful to have had all these wonderful experiences crammed into a few months.  Maybe next summer I’ll be more moderate in my scheduling, but looking at my track record now, I shouldn’t make any promises!