Day eight, our last full day in Chipping Campden, turned out to be cloudy but dry.  We decided on a light day of activities, so we could pack up later and enjoy a quiet evening at home.  In the morning we visited the French bakery in town and bought the ingredients for the evening meal.  More about that later.

In late morning we headed for Evesham, which I mistakenly thought was a quiet little town with a church and a museum and not much else.  Well, got that wrong.  It’s a bustling and busy place teaming with traffic.  No worries, we found a car park and set out on foot to find our first (and only) destination.

The Almonry Heritage Center is an eclectic museum located adjacent to the local tourist office.  Unlike the town, the museum was quiet – we were basically the only visitors.  Remember Charles Wade, the owner at Snowshill who liked to collect “stuff?  Well, he would have loved the Almonry which is chockablock full of “stuff” from the history of Evesham.  Tools, typewriters, and what all.  The twelve rooms of stuff were strangely compelling.  It’s all in an impressive looking old timbered building right next to Evesham Abbey.

 

 

 

 

 

After a tour at the museum, we headed to Bretforton just five miles down the road where I had reserved a table at noon for lunch at the Fleece Inn Pub.  Bretforton is the quiet village that I expected.  We popped in at the village church, St. Leonard’s, after lunch.

Built in the time of Chaucer, the Fleece Inn has many stories to tell. It houses one of England’s oldest collections of Pewter amongst many other traditional features such as the open fire places and a medieval thatched barn where weddings and functions are often held. The Inn was originally a medieval farm house, with farm animals occupying one end of the building and the yeoman family living at the other. It became a village inn in 1848, a role it still fulfills.

Bequeathed to the National Trust by Lola Taplin in 1977, the last of the Byrd family who originally built the house centuries ago, the Fleece was almost lost in a tragic fire in 2004. A massive renovation of the building followed and the Fleece was restored to retain its integrity and traditional features.

 

 

 

Since Evesham is famous for asparagus (there’s a festival), we both had the soup of the day – asparagus, of course.  It was delicious.  I had a chicken, pork, and leek pie with chips.  Elaine opted for more asparagus with hollandaise sauce.  She had a lager beer; I had Pig’s Ear, a strong English ale brewed in the Cotswolds, a local specialty.

Then it was back to Campden Mews for naps, TV, packing, and, later on, drinks and dinner.  Wine for Elaine; Absolut and cranberry for me.  Dinner consisted of a French wheat sourdough baguette, duck and pepper pate, Brie cheese, an apple and a nice bottle of French wine – Beaujolais Villages.  Tarte au framboises (raspberry tart) for desert.

Tomorrow is essentially a travel day – we have a 3-1/2 hour drive down to Bristol and then across Wales skirting Cardiff and Swansea on the way to the Irish Ferry terminal at Pembroke Dock.  Our ferry sails at 2:45 PM.  We’ll leave here early to allow for traffic issues and for a lunch near the ferry terminal.

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Thursday started as a cloudy day and pretty much stayed that way all day.  But aside from a couple of brief sprinkles, it remained dry, so no complaints.  In all the times I have been to England going back to 1961, I had surprisingly never made it to Stratford-upon-Avon.  That streak ended today.  We set off at 8:30 AM for Stratford for a full day of William Shakespeare related activities.

Most of the Shakespeare attractions in Stratford, are run by the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.  Ah, it would be costing us money as our National Trust passes do no good here.  We bought multi-site tickets for £24.50 each (including senior discount) plus  £4.50 for a guidebook.  Got to support that Shakespeare Trust!  All the sites are very well done.

First stop was Anne Hathaway’s Cottage on Shottery Brook, located about three miles from downtown Stratford in a nice residential neighborhood.  It is a beautiful cottage with a lovely garden.  Anne was 26 when she married William when he was just 18.  She was pregnant with Susanna, so that explains it a bit.

Was Sonnet CXLV written about Anne?  ‘Hate away” = ‘Hathaway’?

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’,
To me that languished for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
‘I hate’ she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
     ‘I hate’, from hate away she threw,
     And saved my life, saying ‘not you’.

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Next it was on to Mary Arden’s Farm, about two miles further outside town.  Mary was William’s mother.  The farm came from her family, well-to-do farmers.  She married John Shakespeare in 1557, and William eventually came into the world.  The farm is maintained as a working farm with people in period costume doing things they would have done then.  They were starting to prepare the evening’s meal in the kitchen.  A girl was grooming Ellie the horse in the stable.  A blacksmith was forging in the yard.  Chickens ran about.  Pigs were active in their pen.  There is a falconry.  Great site for kids, and even us oldies enjoyed it.

 

 

 

 

 

Back to downtown to park the car near the Royal Shakespeare Theatre and do some more exploring.  After enjoying our picnic sandwiches on the banks of the Avon, first stop was Harvard House, the home of Thomas Rogers whose daughter Katherine married Robert Harvard of London.  Their son John Harvard and his wife moved to Massachusetts and eventually his money was instrumental in the founding of Harvard University.  After restoration in 1909 Harvard House was presented to Harvard University, still owners of the site.  It is maintained as a historical site and museum by the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust.  Anyway, the Rogers family and the Shakespeares almost certainly knew each other back in the day.

 

 

 

 

Finally we visited Halls Croft, home and office of John Hall, Shakespeare’s son-in-law doctor.  He was a well known and well off physician, and he and Susanna lived quite comfortably here.

 

 

 

We did not visit Shakespeare’s birthplace or Trinity Church grave as time didn’t allow.  New House, where he lived for a substantial portion of his life, is closed for renovation.  All in all, Stratford is a very attractive, bustling town, and Elaine and I agreed it would also be a good place to make a home base for some exploring.  Maybe next time.  (The narrow canal boats on the Avon brought back memories of our narrow boat adventure a few years back in Wales.)

So next it was on to the Royal Shakespeare Company Theater for a matinee performance of Cymbeline, a rarely produced, quite extraordinary play by Shakespeare that includes both tragedy, sometimes grotesque, and comedy.  The production is wonderful and includes special effects.  The theatre is a masterpiece – modern to the extreme but designed like a theatre would have been back then.  We enjoyed the performances although the plot is so convoluted as to be a challenge to keep things straight.

From the program:

Britain is in crisis. Alienated, insular and on the brink of disaster. Can it be saved?

Cymbeline is Shakespeare’s coming of age tragicomic romance. A story of power, sexuality and identity – stunningly retold for the 21st century.  

An ineffectual Queen Cymbeline rules over a divided dystopian Britain. Consumed with grief at the death of two of her children, Cymbeline’s judgement is clouded. When Innogen, the only living heir, marries her sweetheart Posthumus in secret, an enraged Cymbeline banishes him.

 

The play ran over three hours, after which we headed back to Campden for a repeat dinner at the Eight Bells Pub.

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We awoke to steady rain that was supposed to last all day, so we threw a wash in the washer/dryer expecting a washout day.  Lo & behold, at 10:00, out came the sun.  So we jumped in the car and headed to picturesque nearby Bourton-on-the Water, just down the road from Bourton-on-the-Hill.  B-o-t-W is a quaint little town with a river (stream, really) running through it.  Elaine fell in love with the place.  It has touristy things to do (i.e., spend money on).  We visited Birdland (500 varieties of birds) and the Model Village (a model of Bourton itself).  Both were fun and worth a short bit of time.  Think about this: the model village is a modal of the town, so it contains a modal of the model village.  Should you be able to shrink down and visit the model of the model, supposedly you would find a model of the model of the model.  And . . . well, you get the idea.  We skipped the Model Railway and the Automobile Museum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had lunch at the Knightsbridge Arms Pub – steak and ale pie for me, a sandwich and chips for Elaine.  With beers, of course.  It sufficed.

 

Then it was a short drive to yet another National Trust property, Snowshill Manor.  Like most NT places, it dates back to before the USA existed.

“A house like no other, Snowshill Manor is neither a museum or a home, and it’s probably one of the most unique place you will ever visit.  Bought in 1919 by Charles Wade, he restored and renovated it for just one purpose – to house his wonderful and wondrous collection, which was his lifelong passion and joy.”

The “collections” (think treasures , junk, overkill, hoarder, etc. – depends on your point of view) are almost totally British – no international pretenses for Charley.  It includes suits of armor, bicycles, spinning wheels, clocks, toys, and about anything else you can think of.  If Elaine had lived there during the time, she would have had a field day throwing things away. (“Why are you keeping that???”)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We got a little soaked during a shower walking back to the car, and I croaked my head on a low doorway (OUCH! – no concussion protocol required).  Dinner was bread, cheese, apple, pate, and wine from the local Campden French bakery.  After dinner we attended a chamber music performance by the Nash Ensemble of London, an event of the annual Chipping Campden Music Festival held in  St. James Church (Anglican).  We had front row seats purchased way back before Christmas, and I could have turned the pages of the music for the clarinetist.  We had nice chats with our neighbors before the performance and during the intermission.  The music was fine:

Day five in the UK – an unbelievable (for the UK) fifth straight day of sunny skies.  This morning we headed north once again for a visit to Packwood House, yet another National Trust property, about thirty minutes away from Chipping Campden.  On the way we passed right through Stratford-upon-Avon where we will be returning later this week.

Packwood House is a 15th century timber-framed Tudor mansion noted especially for its garden of Yew trees.  It was acquired early in the 1902 by the Ash family for their then 16-year-old son Graham Baron Ash (Baron being a name, not a title).  As he got into to 20’s he made it a project to make it a very livable home.  He was quite the gentleman, and in WWI he piloted reconnaissance balloons over enemy territory.

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The famous Yew Garden containing over 100 trees was laid out in the mid-17th century by John Fetherston, the lawyer. The clipped yews are supposed to represent “The Sermon on the Mount”. Twelve great yews are known as the “Apostles” and the four big specimens in the middle are ‘The Evangelists’. A tight spiral path lined with box hedges climbs a hummock named “The Mount”. The single yew that crowns the summit is known as “The Master”. The smaller yew trees are called “The Multitude” and were planted in the 19th century to replace an orchard.  (End of Yew tree lesson)

 

 

 

Then we enjoyed our modest picnic lunch before heading back toward Campden for a stop at the Compton Verney Art Gallery and Park.  It is noted for a Naples collection, a British folk art collection, and a brilliant Chinese collection of food, wine and ritual vessels.  But the highlight was the temporary “Shakespeare in Art” exhibition, a good prelude to our planned Thursday return to Stratford-upon-Avon for an afternoon performance of a Shakespeare play.  No pictures allowed in the museum, but the link above will take you to their web site where you can the collections.

Then it was back to Campton Mews for a rest before our 7:00 PM dinner reservation at the Chef’s Dozen.  Elaine had scoped out this place which promised to be the dining highlight of the entire trip.  It was!  Owned and operated by a South African couple, the Chef’s Dozen offers a four course set price menu that we enjoyed with a bottle of Côtes du Rhône red wine after cocktails – delicious champagne for Elaine and a Sipsmith gin and tonic for me.

The meal:

First course:
Elaine:  hand-dived Orkney scallop – scallop broth
Joe:  rabbit raviolo – cooked and served in its own consomme

Second Course:
Elaine and Joe:  crisp lamb sweetbread – duck egg, watercress, anchovy mayonnaise and caviar

Third Course:
Elaine:  Halibut  – wild garlic, bone marrow sauce, braised snails, Jersey Royal bits and bobs
Joe:  Fallow buck – broccoli, ripe pear, toasted almond and Oxford Blue

Fourth Course:
Elaine:  ‘rhubarb and custard’ – duck egg custard, rosemary and Arlette pastry
Joe:  dark chocolate – toasted hazelnut, beer caramel and hazelnut ice cream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then bed!  Cheers until tomorrow.

The National Trust (NT) is a charity founded in 1895 by three people who saw the importance of the UK’s heritage and open spaces and wanted to preserve them for everyone to enjoy.  We belong to its American partner, the Royal Oak Society. which gives us full access to all National Trust properties in the UK and Northern Ireland.  Today we visited two National Trust properties under, against all odds, partly cloudy skies.  Our good luck with weather cannot last forever.

After a good night’s sleep we headed out at about 9:30 AM for Charlecote Park, about 18 miles north of Chipping Campden.  We arrived in good order a few minutes before the grounds opened and, in fact, we were the first people to enter the park.  Charlecote Park is a grand 16th century country house, surrounded by its own deer park, on the banks of the River Avon.  The Lucy family has owned the land since 1257 and it remains the family home today.  Although acquired by the National Trust for financial reasons, the family has a right to live in the house in perpetuity.

We explored the park and gardens for a bit and saw the deer still residing on the ground.  Then we visited the kitchens and finally did a self guided tour of the house.  Each room in the house has a friendly and communicative docent that explains interesting facts about the room.  All in all, it is very well done.

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Then it was another five minute drive to the next NT property, Baddesley Clinton.  This was the home of the Ferrers family for 500 years.  They were a prominent Catholic family noted for sheltering Catholic priests during the Reformation, and the house has several “priest holes” where the priests, who under the threat of a death sentence, could hide during raids by the priest hunters.  After our picnic lunch on the grounds, we toured the beautiful house before heading back home to Chipping Campden.

 

 

 

 

 

We stopped in the Red Lion Pub for beers and had an interesting chat with the very young female bartender.  There isn’t much we don’t know about her (except her name).  She’s a native of Campden.  Her grandmother has nine cats and lives in an unheated old airport control tower.  She has a girl friend.  She used to work at King’s Hotel but didn’t like it.  She cannot abide the Donald or Hillary but she adores Bernie.  Needless to say, it wasn’t busy, and she talked the whole time through two pints of IPA.  God bless her.

Dinner was the Eight Bells Pub, and it was quite delicious.  No pictures, sorry.

Joe: Smoked Mackerel & Horseradish Pate with granary toast and a small salad, Homemade Cod & Salmon Fishcakes with dill butter sauce and seasonal vegetables, and a delicious duo of Ice Creams – Vanilla and Chocolate – served in a brandy snap basket.

Elaine: Field Mushrooms pan fried and finished with a Stilton cream sauce, served on toasted ciabatta, Local Asparagus, Spinach & Sun-dried Tomato Risotto topped with crispy fried rocket and Parmesan shavings, and Lemon Posset with raspberry coulis and homemade shortbread.

Until tomorrow.

Weather wise, Sunday was about perfect.  Cool, sunny, and bright.  Cloudless skies gave way to big fluffy white clouds by afternoon.  Elaine made me my desired breakfast of a slice of toast with a fried egg on top.  The landlord had provided eggs from her own chickens.  That and a cup of tea hit the spot.  Also in the morning, Elaine made ham and cheese sandwiches to take along in the car for a picnic somewhere during the day.

Our first stop of the day was at the Wellington Aviation Museum in little Moreton-in-Marsh, about 15 minutes away.  It is an eclectic little place that is only open on Sundays.  As we knew in advance, no planes here (except a few models)!  In fact, it’s a one room affair that is filled to overflowing with Gerry Tyack’s collection of WWII airplane memorabilia – mostly odd parts from vintage aircraft and interesting photos from the nearby RAF Moreton in-Marsh Air Base, a WWII hub of activity.  Poor Gerry passed away a few years back at 90, but volunteers continue to keep the museum open on Sundays.  The “curator” was a treat and impressed that we had come all the way from Arizona.  He was full of interesting facts.

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Next stop would be Hidcote Gardens, one of England’s best gardens and run  by the National Trust (NT).  We are NT members, so we get free admission and free parking.  Because of its popularity, I had planned this for during the week rather than on a Sunday, but the weather was perfect for outdoor time so we moved it up to today on the sightseeing list.  The gardens are quite beautiful and filled with blooming flowers.  As expected, it was filled was Brits (who love their flowers).  Lots of kids, so not very peaceful, but enjoyable none the less.  At the end of our walk through the gardens, we picnicked at the car (since I was starving and unwilling to search out a picnic spot).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a few miles away from Hidcote stands Kiftsgate Court Gardens, quite well known in its own right.  It even has its own rose, the Kiftsgate rose.  Sure doesn’t look like a rose!  This place is not nearly as well known as Hidcote, so it was pleasantly quiet and peaceful.  It too is quite beautiful, and Elaine picked it as her favorite of the two gardens of the day.

 

 

 

 

 

Then it was back to Campden Mews for a nap (for me) and then cocktails before heading out to dinner at the Ebrington Arms Pub just a few miles down the road.  The pub dates back to early 1600’s before I was born.  Dinner was very good accompanied by a bottle of Vacqueyras red wine from France, a region I had never heard of.  It was great.  Dinner:

Elaine: Squash soup, pork roast, and strawberry rhubarb trifle.

Joe: Scotch egg, prime rib with Yorkshire pudding, and a cheese plate.

 

 

 

Until tomorrow, here are a few shots of Chipping Campden!

 

 

 

With the Renault debacle behind us, we looked forward to a good day two in the UK.  The weather so far is cooperating fully.  The week before we arrived was warm and rain, rain, and more rain.  For us yesterday was beautiful, weather-wise, that is, and today turned out just as good.

We checked out of the Oakwood House B&B in West Drayton after a nice breakfast and a chat with the owners, an interesting couple, and two guests from Australia.  We did indeed head back to Hampton Court Palace, about 30 minutes away.  Aside from a normal traffic glitch for some construction, we arrived at the Palace at 9:45 AM, just 15 minutes from the opening time.  Got a prime space, and we were among the first to enter the grounds.

We visited here way back in mid 1980’s before the devastating fire in the William III apartments in 1986.  That is long forgotten as the Queen reopened the site in 1992.  Hampton Court Palace – you history buffs think Edward VIII, William III, Anne Boleyn, Jane Seymour, et al.  If you are up on your BBC history shows, it will all sound familiar.  The apartments are very nice; the gardens are beautiful and in full bloom.  All-in-all, well worth the revisit.  We concluded the visit at about noon with cups of hot chocolate and a shared piece of Elizabeth cake in the café (that sufficed as lunch), and then it was back to Vic, the Volvo, for the ride to Chipping Campden.

The ride was just over two hours made slightly longer by motorway construction around Oxford.  Chipping Campden is a lovely town, and our cottage, Campden Mews, is dead in the center on the High Street (Britain’s answer to Main Street) but behind a gate and surrounded by stone walls, shrubs, and trees.  One minute to the bustling street but a sea of tranquility.  Our house, Campden Mews, is beautiful.  Full kitchen (but with a small fridge), dining area, and a large sitting room with TV on the ground floor and two large bedrooms with en suite baths on the second plus a delightfully secluded yard.  We had drinks in the yard – it was cool but sunny and very nice in the sun.

On the way to Chipping Campden, henceforce to be referred to as Campden, we had stopped off in Stow-on-the-Wold to visit their Tesco Superstore. We stocked up on water, cranberry juice, vodka, wine, and household essentials including some Spanish chicken with roasted potatoes for tonight’s dinner.

Today’s issues were two:  figuring out how to operate the gas stove and oven, and, more ominously, dealing with an electrical outage that happened soon after we arrived.  Shoshana, the landlord, dispatched her husband James to deal with the electricals, but I had figured how to reset the circuits before he even arrived.  The wi-fi is excellent!

Dinner and wine was great, and it was nice not having to deal with a restaurant meal on our first night in Campden.  The king-size bed is comfortable, and a good night’s sleep was had by all.  It is now Sunday morning and the weather looks excellent once again.  We will probably visit a famous nearby garden and a quirky air museum near here today, but more on all that tomorrow.

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After a brief stop in Boston where I joined Elaine at a reunion of the participants of her recent Vietnam adventure (pictures below), we arrived in London early Friday morning.  First job, of course, was to pick up our new Renault Megane Estate.  Little did we know that we were about to match and exceed the car rental woes of our trip to Florida last Thanksgiving.

Renault hires an agency at Heathrow to act as their agents in delivering and returning cars to customers.  We have dealt with them numerous times, and the father/son team is (are?) very nice.  Alas, the gasoline automatic transmission Megane that Renault delivered for me was rather a diesel manual transmission model.  Oh, oh!!  I drove a standard transmission car in driving school back in 1958 and have not been in one since then.  And now I am going to drive one for 32 days in the UK/IE on the wrong side of the road?  I don’t think so.  Naturally I refused delivery.

The agents tried to deal with Renault, but the buck passing between different divisions within Renault resulted in four hours of angst ridden waiting.  Finally they offered a seven-to-ten day rental after which they would deliver a new Renault to me.  Not bloody good enough!  I had no confidence that they would deliver it in a timely fashion.  I told Pierre, the Renault agent in France, that Renault had not delivered as promised and that I wanted a full refund.  He agreed and said he would arrange it.  I expect a hassle.

Meanwhile the father/son agents proposed a solution (independent from any connection with Renault).  They would rent me a similarly sized Volvo with an automatic transmission for the same price quoted me for the Renault.  I sense this was a good deal for them, but it was a good deal for us too.  A Volvo is a step up from a Renault, the car had only 6,000 miles on it, and the vacation would proceed immediately without worrying about changing out to another car at some point.  The deal was struck!

By this time it was too late for our planned time-killing sight-seeing trip to Hampton Court Palace but yet a bit too early to proceed to our nearby B&B for check-in.  We drove to the B&B (the GPS, or as the Brits refer it, the SatNav) got us there in good stead, and we enjoyed a beer or two at the pub next store.  At four PM, much the worse for wear, we checked in to the Oakwood B&B, settled in, and took naps.  Having enjoyed Vietnam food at the “reunion”, hefty snacks the airport waiting for the Virgin flight, and a full dinner and a breakfast on-board the six hour flight, Elaine wasn’t hungry come dinner time at 7 PM, so I ventured on foot down the street for fish and chips (excellent!) for myself.  I stopped at a little variety store and bought some waters for the room.  We were in bed and asleep by 8:30 PM.

After a good night’s rest (it is 6 AM Saturday now) we have put yesterday’s stressful experience behind us and will begin the vacation anew.  After breakfast, I think we will proceed to visit Hampton Court Palace after all (I do have pre-purchased admission tickets – why waste them!).  After a short visit there we will embark on the two hour (or so) ride to our first cottage rental in Chipping Campden.  More on that tomorrow with the first UK pictures.

Until then, here are the pictures of Elaine’s Vietnam reunion with our friend Mianne, the Lees, and the infamous Savin Hill girls.  Also present but not pictured were me, Mianne’s husband Bill, and Joe & Fran Murphy who had been scheduled to be on the trip but had to cancel.