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Whenever we travel to Britain, I like to explore some of the historical properties and imagine what it was like for the people who lived in these homes.
This visit we went to Avebury Manor, a National Trust property in Wiltshire, England. The BBC filmed a series here called The Manor Reborn where nine of the rooms were decorated to depict different styles such as Georgian, Tudor, Victorian, Queen Anne and 20th century. What I liked about this property was that we were allowed to touch most things, open drawers and try on clothes.
The Queen Anne bedroom is named after Queen Anne Stuart. Although historians aren’t positive if Queen Anne actually visited Avebury Manor, it is entirely possible since Queen Anne often traveled from London to Bath to take the waters for her gout, gynaecological problems and dropsy. Her route would have passed through Avebury. BTW, she had 17 pregnancies between the ages of 18 – 34. Only 6 of her 18 children (since she had one set of twins) survived childbirth and of those 6 children only 1 (William) lived to age 11.
There are three rooms to the Queen Anne suite – the bedroom, an antechamber and a withdrawing room.
When we walked into the bedroom, the employee stationed in the room asked if I’d like to try the bed. “Yes,” I said, excited about touching. (I’m the person who desperately wants to touch whenever I see the “no touching” signs).
I took off my shoes and climbed up into the bed, then the lady proceeded to tuck me in. It was easy to see why they needed help to get into bed. I have long legs, and getting onto the bed was a stretch for me. It was very comfortable though and the silk dome, visible once I was in the bed was beautiful. I think I could sleep comfortably in Queen Anne’s bed.
A shot of the bedroom.
Me tucked into the Queen Anne bed. Very comfortable!
The other rooms were equally fascinating and my favorite was the Georgian dining room, but that’s a story for another day.
This is part two of my Sark posts. Here is part one.
La Seigneurie Gardens on Sark are in the grounds of the mansion of the same name. The oldest part of the house dates back to 1675. Over the years, additions have added to the building. According to the La Seigneurie website, the formal gardens were planted on land purchased in the 19th century. Each year there are new additions such as the maze hedge in 1991 and the vegetable garden is evolving since the produce is used in the tearooms/restaurant.
We navigated the horse and cart park and the tractors to get to the gardens.
View of the house from the gardens.
Checking out the hedge maze.
I love the vibrant blue of cornflowers. So pretty!
This photo reminds me of a painting. I had a ball taking flower photos.
The local characters said hello.
After wandering around, we had a cup of tea to warm up in the garden tearooms before we headed to the meeting point to catch our ferry back to Guernsey.
The port of Guernsey.
If you ever get a chance to visit Sark, I say grab the opportunity. It’s a fun place to unwind and switch off from the daily rat race, and for the keen photographer, there is heaps of inspiration. Highly recommended.
Sark is one of the Channel Islands, 80 miles south of England. The island often appears on our news because it has a small population and is a royal fief, which means they set their own laws and have a parliament. The island is also carless.
When the chance came to visit either Guernsey or Sark, hubby and I chose Sark and set off on the local ferry. Transport comes in the form of tractors towing a trailer, with bench seats for passengers, horse and cart and bicycle.
We rode up the hill from the ferry in the tractor, stopping by a bicycle hire place to choose our “steads”.
The main township branches off into lots of small lanes. We had fun getting lost as we pedaled down the road and tried to avoid the tractors and horse and wagons. They were road hogs, but excellent and fun photo opportunities.
The weather was brisk, a little chilly with the threat of rain, but we enjoyed our day anyway.
A view of the countryside. Much of the island is agriculture and they try to be as self-sufficient as possible. Tourism is a big earner for Sark. It would be a brilliant place to switch off from the world and get some writing done.
We cycled to Sark Henge, a smaller version of Stonehenge. It was set on a cliff, overlooking the sea. A beautiful spot. The Henge is a recent addition, a ring of stones erected to mark 450 years since Queen Elizabeth the First granted Sark to the Seigneur of St Ouen, on 6th August 1565, to be precise. The ring is made up of nine old gatestones of pink Jersey granite.
That’s it for today. I have more Sark photos to come soon. It was a picturesque place and the drinks during our rest break weren’t bad either.
Fiordland is the largest National Park in New Zealand and at 1.2 million hectares (3.1 million acres) is also one of the largest in the world. It is an area of wilderness that stretches from Martin’s Bay in the north of the South Island to Te Waewae Bay in the south, and from the lakes of Te Anau, Manapouri, Monowai and Hauroko. It contains 14 fiords, some of which reach up to 40 km inland.
The area is known for rain. It rains over 200 days each year, which makes the waterfalls spectacular. The heavy rainfall creates a permanent freshwater layer above the sea water within the fiords. The freshwater is stained by tannins that cut down the sunlight and restrict marine life to the top 40 meters of water depth.
Whales and dolphins frequent the area, along with little blue penguins and fur seals.
We cruised up the coast and visited Dusky Sound, Doubtful Sound and Milford Sound. The scenery is simply stunning, and my camera got a real workout.
Entry to Milford Sound
One of the many waterfalls that tumble down the steep sides of the fiords into the sea.
As you can see from this photo, Milford is spectacular with tree-clad cliffs and waterfalls. Captain Cook and many of the early explorers sailed right past Milford Sound, not realizing the existence of the fiord.
There is one road in to Milford Sound. By car it takes about 2 –3 hours via Te Anau. The bus ride is about 4 – 5 hours. Access is available by plane or as we did on a cruise ship. Some people walk in via the famous Milford Track, which is a four-day walk.
If you’re ever in this part of the world, I highly recommend a visit.
During our recent visit to Tasmania, I was determined to see a Tasmanian devil. I have seen them before, and they fascinated me with their grunting and growling and their surly, cantankerous natures. I knew that the population of devils has experienced difficulties during the last ten years, and I wanted to see them again.
A Tasmanian devil is a stocky black or brown mammal, about the size of a cat. They have short back legs and since their front legs are slightly longer this gives them an ambling gait. They are carnivorous and have powerful jaws and sharp teeth, used to tear apart their prey of snakes, birds, fish and carrion.
Early settlers named them devils because of their spine-chilling growls that filled the night. At one time, farmers thought that they attacked their livestock, and the population was almost wiped out. Once they became a protected species the numbers of devil increased until the mid 1990s. A large number of devil died with an illness called devil facial tumor. It is a type of cancer that made lumps form on the animals’ heads. Once they were infected the tumors made it difficult for the devils to eat and they died in the thousands. Captive breeding programs have saved the species from extinction but they are still vulnerable.
We visited Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary where they take in injured animals. In most cases, they attempt to release animals into the wild, although they have a few animals that are unable to live in the wild due to ongoing injuries or problems. Along with Tasmanian devils, they had lots of kangaroos, wombats, emus and koalas. Hubby and I loved our visit here. The staff and keepers were friendly and helpful and answered loads of questions. Their enthusiasm was infectious.
What do you think? Would you like to come face-to-face with one?
I’ve always been a big reader. Although I read primarily for entertainment, I learn all sorts of random facts and pieces of trivia. The moment I read historical romances featuring falconry, I was fascinated.
I’ve never mentioned my fascination to anyone, but when we were planning our recent trip to Britain, I decided I’d do some research. I was delighted to discover the Exmoor Owl & Hawk Centre, which not only offered the chance to fly birds but bed and breakfast accommodation too.
The Exmoor Owl and Hawk Centre is situated in a beautiful part of the world, in the Exmoor National Park and not far from the small village of Portlock.
According to their website, the some of the buildings date back to medieval times. It was certainly a beautiful spot and very peaceful.
This was our bedroom, which was very comfortable. The breakfast the next morning was delicious and set us up for the morning of owl and hawk flying.
We were given gauntlets plus a pouch full of chicken wings/legs to feed the birds as a reward when they flew to us. You can tell by Mr. Munro’s expression that he was enthralled with the birds. I was too, and would repeat the experience in a heartbeat. This little fellow was beginning to molt, which is why his feathers look a bit ruffled.
This is a barn owl. He was very pretty, but not very cooperative. Not long after this photo, he flew up into the rafters and refused to return to either of us.
A close-up. Isn’t he handsome?
We moved outside and flew this hawk. I thought the birds would be heavy, but it was easy to hold their weight.
The owner of the center answered all our questions, and when he learned we were from New Zealand, he told us about his New Zealand owls. We have only one, commonly called a morepork. Mr Munro and I have seen one when we visited Little Barrier Island, but most New Zealanders have never seen one, although we often hear them call at night. We were allowed to have photos with the morepork or Ruru.
They’re quite a small owl. I’d call them cute.
This is a photo of the narrow country lanes and the beautiful countryside. If you’re ever in the Exmoor area I highly recommend a visit to the Exmoor Owl and Hawk Centre. It was a holiday highlight, and a true bucket list experience.
The first time I tried Koshari (a vegetarian dish) was during a visit to Egypt. It was a lunch staple on our river boat as we cruised down the Nile from Luxor to Aswan.
This is our small river boat. The larger, more luxurious boats dwarfed ours, but our smaller size meant we passed through the locks first.
The Nile river brings life to the area. The grass is a vivid green and the crops thrive in the soil with plentiful water, but once away from the river, it’s very dry.
Here is the recipe for Koshari.
1 cup basmati rice
50 ml olive oil
2 1/4 cups of vegetable stock – water is okay if you don’t have stock
250 grams brown lentils
100 grams small macaroni
20 gram butter
2 onions, thinly sliced
Baharat Tomato Sauce:
1/4 cup olive oil
1 onion, thinly sliced
1 garlic clove, finely chopped or grated
2 1/2 teaspoons baharat
1/2 teaspoon dried chilli flakes
400 grams canned cherry tomatoes
200 grams canned chopped tomatoes
1 Tablespoon red wine vinegar
You can buy this online or from specialty stores. I made mine since I had all the available spices in the cupboard.
2 teaspoons smoked paprika, 2 teaspoons ground cumin, 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 1 teaspoon ground coriander, 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg, 1/4 teaspoon ground cardamom, 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves.
To make the sauce:
1. Heat the oil in the saucepan, add the onion and garlic and sauté until tender.
2. Stir in the baharat spice and chilli
3. Add the tomatoes and season to taste. Simmer until thickened. Stir in the vinegar and keep warm.
To make the base:
1. Heat 1 Tablespoon of oil in a pan, add rice and stir to coat. Season to taste, then add the stock. Cover with lid and cook on a low heat until the rice is tender and the stock absorbed.
2. Cook the lentils until almost tender, then add the macaroni. Stir until the pasta is al dente. Drain and combined with the cooked rice.
3. Heat the butter and cook the onion until golden brown and crispy.
4. To serve, divide the rice mixture into bowls and spoon over the tomato sauce. Garnish with the crispy onion.
1. We added spinach leaves to our tomato sauce. We also had some kidney beans in the fridge, so we added those as well.
2. We didn’t have cherry tomatoes. I used a 800 gram can of chopped tomatoes.
3. I think I’d garnish with parsley or fresh coriander in the future, rather than the onion.
Verdict: Delicious! I will definitely make this dish again.
Any visitor to Norway knows how expensive it is to travel and sightsee in the country. When our cruise ship stopped at Tromso, we discovered the Arctic-Alpine Botanic garden, which was a short walk from the port. Even better, admission was free.
It was in a gorgeous spot, overlooking the valley of Tromsdalen and the mountain Tromsdalstind in the background.
All the plants come from alpine regions of the northern hemisphere, and the garden is open from May to September. It is run by the Tromso University Museum.
I love tulips, and these ones made a stunning display. There were also black tulips.
These blue Himalayan poppies were in full flower and absolutely beautiful. Such a pretty color. I’d never seen blue poppies before.
The day turned fine and hot. This is me posing with the blue poppies.
There is a small cafe in the gardens, and hubby and I purchased a waffle and coffee. In Norway, the waffles are served with jam and cream or Brunost, which is a brown cheese made from goats’ milk. I expected the cheese to be strong but it was quite sweet and soft and went perfectly with the waffle.
If you’re in Tromso, a visit to the Arctic-Alpine Botanic garden is the perfect way to while away an hour or longer. I highly recommend a visit.
The North Cape on the island of Magerøya in Norway is in the Arctic Circle, and it is the farthest land point before the North Pole (Apart from the Svalbard archipelago). During the summer months, the sun doesn’t set and daylight is constant for two and a half months.
On the day we visited, it was cold, even though it was mid-summer. This is the view we saw on our arrival. About half an hour later, the sea and cliffs were shrouded by fog.
There were hundreds of people and dozens of buses at the cape. I decided to purchase and post a postcard with the special North Cape postmark. Service at the souvenir shop – slower than a snail. I swear I was in the line for half an hour.
We saw a few herds of reindeer gazing on the side of the road. They are not wild, but are released to graze the area during the summer months. The cape area is popular for bird watching and hiking.
This is the globe right on the point in front of the visitors’ center. Not much of a view with the fog obscuring the sea beyond.
Hubby took this photo at midnight, as you can see by his watch. The sun set at midnight and it rose at midnight.
This is me at midnight. While it was fun seeing the midnight sun, I’m not sure I could handle the lack of daylight during the winter months.
How do you think you would cope with only a few hours of daylight per day?
During our recent cruise we stopped for a day in Dublin. We’ve visited Dublin before, but it was fun reacquainting ourselves with the city. Drummers welcomed us as we disembarked from the cruise ship.
Our first stop was to the Georgian House Museum in Fitzwilliam Street. Mrs Beatty, the widow of a wine merchant, was the first occupant of the house. The house is furnished and appears as it would have during 1790 – 1820 period. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to take photos, but it was well worth the visit. Dublin has lots of Georgian buildings, and I enjoy the elegance of this time period.
Two doors for Georgian townhouses.
Our next destination was The Book of Kells and the Long Room at Trinity College. The queue was long but I passed the time chatting with the man in front of me in the line. He was there with his wife and two adult children in a family reunion of sorts. My advice to anyone intending to visit in the future is to buy your tickets online before you go. It makes the wait much shorter!
The Book of Kells exhibition was crowded, but the illuminated manuscripts are beautiful – so much artistry in the illustrations. It was exacting work and done by more than one scribe. Due to the delicate nature of the manuscripts, no photos were allowed.
My book lover’s heart was looking forward to the Long Room, part of the Trinity College library. It is floor to ceiling with books and so impressive. It thrilled me.
This is me in the Long Room. Check out those ladders to get to the top shelves.
Dublin is full of history. Dublin Castle is mainly 18th century in origin, although a castle has stood on this site for much longer. It is open to the public, apart from during state functions. We merely admired the exterior.
A view of Dublin Castle
Temple Bar is the cultural and entertainment center of Dublin. It’s full of pubs, expensive drinks and tourists. U2 own a bar here.
The weather for our day in Dublin was fantastic. The locals were out in force too, and I’ve never seen so many people with red hair. A lot of pale skin was on display due to the heat. I managed to get a bit burned and I had sunscreen, so I imagine there were lots of sunburnt people that night.
If you’re in the market for knitwear, there are some beautiful jumpers, hats and scarves available to purchase. I dragged hubby around several stores in my search for an Irish green scarf. Mission complete. I’ve worn it a lot this winter and get lots of compliments since it is a bit different to those in New Zealand.
We had a fantastic day, did heaps of walking and got enough culture to make me happy. Dublin is a fun city to visit for a day or longer.