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Showing posts with label road trippin. Show all posts

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Cragside

Welcome to the country home of Lord Armstrong. Wow, what a country home. While it was built as a two-story country lodge in 1863, it continued to be expanded and improved until Lord Armstrong passed away in 1900. As recently as 2007 - 2008, it was completely refurbished and its famous iron bridge restored to its former glory.
The boys and I on the iron bridge with Cragside in
the background. The path from the house to the bridge
was made up of steep rock stepping stones through
one of (said the guide book) Europe's largest rock gardens.

The rock gardens, on a steep slope down to the iron bridge.

What we already knew about Lord Armstrong is that he was an inventor and major benefactor to industry and philanthropy in England, particularly in the northeast. We learned this when we went to Bamburgh castle, which he bought when it was only partly renovated and finished the renovation.

Armstrong's country home, Cragside, used hydroelectric power to run a laundry machine, a rotisserie, and a hydraulic elevator. It later installed the first hydroelectric power station in the world, which powered a single (!) arc lamp in the gallery. 

Mike and Ollie in the art gallery.
One thing I loved about the interior of Cragside was how it was obvious that Lord Armstrong was a scientist at heart. Actually, it made me think of our little friend back in NC, Andrew, with his moth/butterfly collection in zip-lock bags. :) Armstrong had cases full of his collection of seashells and insects. There were taxidermied specimens of all sorts of birds (I think he particularly liked owls) under cloche jars. 

Seashell collection in case, flanked by birds of prey in cloche jars.
Marble busts and oil paintings, as well as early photographs and even
pen-and-ink caricatures were on display all around the house.
The other thing I really liked about the house was how it was "staged," if you will...as though someone still lived there; for example, opened newspapers and eyeglasses might be out on the side table in the grand room at the end of the gallery (see below). 

This impressive Italian marble fireplace was designed, crafted, transported, and
installed in 18 months to prepare for a visit from the Prince/Princess of
Wales. It weighs 10 tons, and had to be installed directly on top of the
mountain bedrock on which Cragside is built to support its weight.
Examples of this were found throughout the house--wooden toys on the floor in the childrens' rooms, crystal decanters half-full of scotch or some other amber liquid, Armstrong's microscope and specimen slides on the desk in his study--but my favorite signs of life were found in the series of rooms called the plunge bath, which was really about five rooms altogether. 

Going down the stone steps into the plunge bath.

A sauna with a cot for relaxing and fresh towels at the ready.

I'm reading the information sheet with one hand and
keeping Ollie from jumping into the Turkish-inspired
bath with the other.

Many of the objects in this room were souvenirs
from Armstrong's trip to Egypt. This house was
one of the first to have hot and cold indoor
plumbing (see faucet on the wall). 

 After we toured the house, we walked down through the rock garden,


...across the iron bridge,


...down a woodland path and past sheep fields, where we sat on a bench across from this view (below) and listened to the sound of the wind in the tops of the tall conifers, 


...up more stone steps,


...through a rabbit-proof gate,


...past the garden clock tower,


and into the formal garden.










What a view...
It must be said that most of the reason Cragside was so impressive was the weather. After a dreary morning, we packed a car-picnic (which has become our standby rainy day activity) and set off to find a pretty overlook. When we got to the Blyth seafront, the weather sort of lifted and, as we ate hot, sugary donuts from a beachside food truck (what a perfect way to finish off a picnic lunch!), we decided to keep driving north. I used my Trip Advisor iPhone app to see what attractions were nearby. Craigside was only 50 miles northwest. We were off.

The further north we drove, the more gorgeous the day became. We kept going up in elevation as we drove inland until we had just amazing panoramic views of sheep fields, cow pastures, and farmland crisscrossed with hedgerows and the most unreal expanses of sky. These are pictures taken from our moving car:





Friday, September 23, 2011

Playing Hooky

Mike earned so much comp time when he was working like a dog back in May and June, trying to wrap up Driver: San Francisco, that he has been taking a day off here and there when work is slow-ish. Today was one of those days. We walked Merrit to school at 9:00 and got a coffee at Sugarloaf, a cute little coffeeshop and breakfast spot between our house and the boys' school. Since Ollie doesn't go in until 12:45, he was with us. 

After coffee and a muffin, we were walking home and I said, "Let's go for a drive." So we hopped in the car and started driving north. We've been to Alnmouth twice (once on our own and once with Jer and Kara). Even though we've been there twice, we've not yet gone down to the beach. 

Steps and little paths lead to the sand.

Looking back up at the homes in Alnmouth.

Ollie was glad to be out of the car and free to roam and run.

How fun to be three feet tall in four-foot grass!

We found people footprints, dog footprints, and horse hoof
prints on the beach.

The tide is coming in to the little harbor in Alnmouth.

Lots of smooth stones to throw in the water.

I picked this one as a keepsake. I now have one from
Whitley Bay, one from Lindisfarne, and now one from
Alnmouth. Mike seriously questions the wisdom
of collecting rocks when we'll have to pay by weight
to move back to the U.S., but I can just see these in my
herb gardens when I'm 65.

Across the rising harbor is Church Hill, marked with an
ornate stone cross. A church used to stand on this hill, but
in 1806, after a violent storm, the church was badly damaged
and the hill badly eroded. The church was later destroyed.
After our little walkabout, we got back in the car so we could get Ollie back to nursery school by 12:45. We dropped him off and grabbed lunch--just the two of us. What a treat!
Arm's length self-photo. These are always fun.

Sharing a pizza and salad at De'Meo's pizzaria.


Friday, August 26, 2011

Stopping by Alnmouth on a Windy Morning

Today we're off to The Holy Island of Lindisfarne. It takes a little over two hours to get there, if you take the scenic coast road--which of course we did! We stopped about halfway in the most adorable little village ever. Seriously. This place is magical. We've stopped here before, and knew we wanted to share it with Jer and Kara.
It looks like Ollie chose this coffee shop, but really it was the adorable
signage that got us.

Love the tea served on individual trays. Hip. The cute cups come with these
great little rubber or silicone gripper bands. (I just made that up.) Super cute.

Cause you know you have to have a scone with butter and jam
when you're in England.

Kara and I look refreshed and gorgeous. :)

The guys? Not so much.

Little Miss Cindy Lou Hoo in her piggy-tails. Adorable.
How are we ever going to be able to say goodbye to this
sweet thing?

We walk to the top of the hill to an overlook. What a spectacular view!

Am I right? So charming.



I always like to take pics of menus, you guys
already know that. This is truly English food though.
Especially the all-day breakfast. They love some
breakfast here in England! Bacon, sausage, ham....



Speaking of ham.


Jer, where's your jacket? It's chilly!


Merrit, Ollie, and I walked down on the sand. At high tide, this whole inlet will
be filled with water. The tides here are quite dramatic!

These boats will be floating in six to eight feet of water. Unbelievable.

I had to keep Ollie from climbing into this boat.

Aw, Olfers is such a cutie-pie.
But when did he get so big? 

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