Sunday, August 1, 2010

Our final postings about this trip- London

Seems I left this blog unfinished and have been told it needs to be completed. We have been home now for almost a month and already it feels like forever!
So we left Sheffield and caught the train to London. The hotel I had chosen was very comfortable although probably not in the right spot - Waterloo - within walking distance of Waterloo station but a bit far for a pleasurable walk especially on the way home!
Highlights of the couple of days. Maps exhibition at the British Library; Magnificent Maps: Power, Propaganda and Art - Had never been to the Museum of London before so did a bit of that one - far too much for one trip but it's free so you could really just keep going back - we did from prehistory up to Henry VIII.  Outside areas was being developed so couldn't get down close enough to work out what this sculpture was all about! just tried to find the answer on google and all I came up with was this writtten in 1872
The great coaching-inn of Aldersgate Street, in the old time, was the Bull and Mouth. The original name of this inn was Boulogne Mouth, in allusion to the town and harbour of Boulogne, besieged by Henry VIII. But the gne being generally pronounced by the Londoners on, it gradually became an, and it only required the small addition of d to make and of it. The first part being before this made a bull of, it was ultimately converted into the Bull and Mouth.







The Queen's Hotel, St. Martins-le-Grand, rebuilt in 1830 , now occupies the site of the old Bull and Mouth. On the front there is a statuette of a bull, above which are the bust of Edward VI., and the arms of Christ's Hospital, to which the ground belongs. The old inn stood in Bull and Mouth Street, and the south side in Angel Street still retains the name of the old inn, but is merely a luggage depot of Chaplin and Horne. On the front of the present hotel, much affected by Manchester men, under the turbulent little bull, is a stone p.220 tablet probably from the old inn, and on it are. deeply cut the following quaint lines :-- Milo the Cretonian


An ox slew with his fist,


And ate it up at one meal,


Ye gods, what a glorious twist!



The other memorable part of this trip to London was the heat! It was hot, hot, hot!! Warnings on the tube about carrying water bottles seemed to be a bit over the top to us, but by late afternoon one day we realised how unbearable it can get down there on a crowded train. Of course no one has air conditioning either! One evening we walked and walked (and walked some more) to eat at a riverside Greek restaurant we had been to on a previous trip, of course by the time we got there it was full so walked on and ended up at Swan at the Globe which while not outside eating did have a spare table at the windows with views across the river to St Pauls.
And we found another bookshop to add to our favourite London shops. London Review Bookshop just around the corner from the British Museum.  Also, Sandy spent an hour or so in Foyles while Eleen went rack slapping.

Friday, June 25, 2010

On the final legs

We feel like we are almost home although still in Sheffield. We are heading to London on Sunday for two nights then fly to Hong Kong and spend three nights there and then home! Not looking forward to going back to work but definitely looking forward to seeing my wardrobe!
Not much to report about Sheffield. Got another paper written while I was here, did a seminar for some students, had lunch with the lovely Julia, coffee with lovely Pat Sikes, dinner at Jackie's house, lunch with Guy Merchant.
Don't know if my lack of enthusiasm is because of Sheffield itself or because I'm already in home headspace. Certainly doing course profiles, readers, and finding tutors via email etc doesn't help!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Collage of photos taken on our trip to York


Posted by PicasaPlaying with Picasa - didn't realise you could create these collages automatically - kinda fun!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Sheffield

So here I am sitting in the beautiful Julia's office- such a pity she is not here but I still get to check out her books and cute postcards, dolls,. posters etc. Not much else to check out because the weather is absolute CRAP! After a glorious Friday and Saturday we woke to drizzle on Sunday and it hasn't stopped since- and today is Thursday! I just feel like I am in Melbourne in the middle of one of those miserable dreary grey drizzly weeks that come in around July. But this is summer here - come on Sheffield - let the sun shine in! And Peppi will think this is very funny as I did nothing but complain about the weather in Jyvaskyla while we were there - so maybe it's me that grey weather is following around the planet!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Bronte Country

We hired a car for the day in Sheffield and drove to Haworth, the home of the Bronte sisters and the Parsonage Museum. I realised on the way there as we drove through Yorkshire, that it was my fictional world become reality. Everyone from the Brontes to DH Lawrence even to Barbara Taylor Bradford have written about these towns, and mills and mines, the black of the coal still staining the brick work of the houses, the long narrow hilly streets - close your eyes and picture the miners walking back home after their shifts.
And the museum!! I had always known that the three sisters read each other's writing each evening and walked around a table as they read. But when you see the room - it is tiny - maybe  it would take three steps to walk the length of the table - another three steps and back down the other side - past the sofa where apparently Emily died - lying on this short uncomfortable sofa. All the windows in the parsonage have blinds on them to protect the furniture but I so wanted to see out - to see what they saw when they looked out the window to the moors.
Had a drink with the drunken Branwell at the Black Bull - no matter how much they try to reconstitute him as someone we should feel sorry for I'm still with Charlotte
You ask about Branwell; he never thinks of seeking employment, and I begin to fear that he has rendered himself incapable of filling any respectable station in life; besides, if money were at his disposal, he would use it only to his own injury; the faculty of self-government is, I fear, almost destroyed in him. You ask me if I do not think that men are strange beings? I do, indeed. I have often thought so; and I think too that the mode of bringing them up is strange: they are not sufficiently guarded from temptation. Girls are protected as if they were something very frail or silly Indeed, while boys are turned loose on the world as if they, of all beings in existence, were the wisest and least liable to be led astray.


Joyce Hotel Paris

We found the Joyce Hotel on Laterooms.comand then checked it on Tripadvisor - it was the first hotel where the reviews were as good as the price so we went for it and the reviews actually were right! Apart from this very weird layout of the room it was terrific. These photos show the route from bed to bathroom - along a narrow corridor - at last a reason for carrying a torch all this time!!

This was such a good choice of hotel thank goodness!! It's so hard to find a decent European hotel especially if you are using Australian dollars to pay for it!
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Notre Dame and the Gargoyles

The Notre Dame Cathedral and its amazing gargoyles-

These were Sandy's favourite part of the cathedral !