If it’s Bank Holiday Monday, this must be London

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I left My Beloved Brit happily sailing on the Crouch River in Eastern England, and took the train in to London.

Ready to start the day.  The River Crouch. Photo by me.

Ready to start the day. The River Crouch. Photo by me.

Obviously many others had the same idea.  It was the Bank Holiday Monday at the end of summer, the last day off many families will have until Christmas! Remember, in the UK there is no Thanksgiving holiday.

Many others had the same idea of going down to The Mall in front of Buckingham Palace.

Many others had the same idea of going down to The Mall in front of Buckingham Palace.

It was the perfect day to head to The Mall, the main street in front of the palace.

The Victoria Fountain in front of the palace. Photo by me.

The Victoria Fountain in front of the palace. Photo by me.

Heading down The Mall, I stopped in front of Clarence House, the current residence of Prince Charles and Camilla, and former residence of the Queen Mother.  It was only open for one more week, so I took the opportunity to ask if there were any open times left. As luck would have it, I got one of the last openings on the spot.

The blue morning room at Clarence House, from the official royal website.

The blue morning room at Clarence House, from the official royal website.

No photos allowed, and it was very warm with no air-conditioning (now we know why they all head to Balmoral for August). But it was still fascinating. It’s a beautiful home.

The changing of the guard in front of Clarence House. Photo by me.

The changing of the guard in front of Clarence House. Photo by me.

It was time to cut across St. James’s Park and pick up a bottle of ice-cold water, and head towards Westminster Abbey.

Bucking ham Palace from St. James Park. Photo by me.

Buckingham Palace from St. James’s Park. Photo by me.

A waterfowl staying cool in St. James's Park. Photo by me.

A waterfowl staying cool in St. James’s Park. Photo by me.

The park in summer. Photo by me

The park in summer. Photo by me

And of course this is England, so there are fabulous flowers. Photo by me.

And of course this is England, so there are fabulous flowers. Photo by me.

I got to Westminster Abbey and headed for the ticket entrance.  The Abbey has been on my list for some time, and I have never managed to get there in time to get admitted. But this time I had luck.

Westminster Abbey in August. Photo by me.

Westminster Abbey in August. Photo by me.

Again, no photos were allowed inside, and it is a church with many, many tombs and chapels, so it is understandable.  It gave me such a sense of history as I gazed on the tombs of kings from the 12th century, Queen Elizabeth the First, Mary Queen of Scotts, Darwin…it just goes on and on.

The Abbey from the Cloister. Photo by me.

The Abbey from the Cloister. Photo by me.

And of course the whole thing looks so absolutely familiar from the wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton.

The wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton in Westminster Abbey. Mirror.co.uk/Pic:PA

The wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton in Westminster Abbey. Mirror.co.uk/Pic:PA

And then there was that very famous coronation 60 years ago.  In the Chapter house  there is an exhibition on the Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II, which took place at the abbey, and the original painting by Australian artist Heimans, which is spectacular, was still on exhibition.

The painting

The painting by Ralph Heimans. Photo by me.

I had read that this painting had been damaged by a vandal in June who sprayed paint on it.  It was good to see that the artist was able to bring it back to its original glory.

Detail.  The Queen is standing in the Abbey on the spot where she was crowned in 1953. Photo by me.

Detail. The Queen is standing in the Abbey on the spot where she was crowned in 1953. Photo by me.

I must say, my time in Westminster gave me pause.  The sense of history, tradition and mortality was palatable.

With that, I came back to my room, watched the sun set, and planned on heading back to Burnham-on-Crouch the next day.

Goodnight, London. Photo by me.

Goodnight, London. Photo by me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer’s End in Cornwall

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The last few weeks of August the people of England flood to the beaches of Cornwall.  It is warm by their standards (in the 70s), and you see them with their pails and shovels and beach chairs, children in tow, going down to the rocky, seaweed strewn beaches.

IMG_9014This is in Charlestown in Cornwall on the southwest coast of England, a seafaring town with ancient ships and lovely beaches. And the British flock there with their families in August for the last gasp of summer.

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Monday is England’s “bank holiday”, comparable to our Labor Day in the states. The end of summer.  Bittersweet.

Coastal Walk Ramsgate to Broadstairs

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Early one morning this summer in southeast England, when the sailors had gone out to race during Ramsgate week…

IMG_8659I decided to take my sketchbook and head up the Viking Coastal Trail which hugs the English Coast.  France is only 30 miles away across the sea, but the coastline here is pure English…chalk cliffs, seagulls and beautiful horizons.

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Appropriately, the walk begins in Ramsgate above a popular fish and chips shop near the beach.

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I headed up the cliff to get on the upper walkway along the coast.  I was heading to Broadstairs, sketchbook and camera in hand.

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I was well above the marina and the seawall of Ramsgate.

IMG_8767I headed north.  It was overcast but lovely…maybe 65 degrees with a soft breeze. I headed along some of the Victorian era crescents to my left…

IMG_8769 the sea and vistas back towards Ramsgate behind me…

IMG_8771and the sea and the beaches to my right.

IMG_8774As I walked out of Ramsgate proper, it became all about the sea.

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IMG_8781The path finally cut a bit away from the sea, into a wooded park, with a small food stop and dogs everywhere playing with balls and kids and each other.

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As the park ended, the path went through mounds of berry bushes…

IMG_8782and finally ended up here…on the Boradstairs side of the park.

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IMG_8787This time when I came to the other end of the park, I decided to take the lower beach walk. I took a long time getting down these steps taking in the views.

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I headed home along the beach, watching the sea and the people and the birds.

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Back to town and the sailors…

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Lola’s

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On the trek down the seawall in Ramsgate, on your way to the marina where the sailors  take off for the race of the day, is a sweet little coffee cafe called “Lola’s”.

Photo by me.

Photo by me.

I stopped for a coffee myself yesterday morning on my way down to watch the send off.  She also has homemade bread pudding, brownies, sausage rolls and egg sandwiches as well as other treats in case you didn’t have enough time to grab breakfast at the club before a hard day on the open water.

A stop for a hot drink on your way down the sea wall. Photo by me.

A stop for a hot drink on your way down the sea wall. Photo by me.

And of course, you can always find a bit of conversation…most often related to the days sailing activities.

Hot chocolate and "dock talk" at Lolas. Photo by me

Hot chocolate and “dock talk” at Lola’s. Photo by me

And they’re off…

Another day racing at Ramsgate. Photo by me

Another day racing at Ramsgate. Photo by me

 

 

 

Ramsgate. Oh, we are sailing.

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It has been a lovely week.  Beautiful clouds floating in the sky, but so far no rain at all. That is predicted to change today. Each morning My Beloved Brit packs up his sailing gear, and heads over to the Royal Temple Yacht Club to join his mates for a big breakfast before they set out for the day to race on the English Channel.

Looking back towards the yacht club from the marina, Ramsgate. Photo by me

Looking back towards the yacht club from the marina, Ramsgate. Photo by me

A few mornings I have walked down to the sea wall to see them off, and I must say it is great fun.

The marina is still full. Photo by me.

The marina is still full. Photo by me.

There is a lot of bustling about on the boats, and you can hear the laughter coming across the marine…often following what sounds like MBB’s voice.

Heading for the boat. Photo by me

Heading for the boat. Photo by me

There’s lots of activity getting the boat ready.

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It’s very exciting as they start pulling away from their berths and head out to the open sea for a day of racing.

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Photo by me.

My Beloved Brit heads out on Assasin. photo by me.

My Beloved Brit heads out on Assassin. photo by me.

Almost like a parade.

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Photo by me.

It never gets old for him…or for me. I head out with a friend to walk through the gardens of Kent.  Win, win.

An artichoke blooming in a Kent Garden. Photo by me.

An artichoke blooming in a Kent Garden with a small bee looking for pollen. Photo by me.

Ramsgate Race Week

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We got to Ramsgate in the Southeast of England late Sunday, with time to prep for Race Week.

Boats at the ready for Ramsgate Week. Photo by me.

Boats at the ready for Ramsgate Week. Photo by me.

Ramsgate Week is the Royal Temple Yacht Club’s annual regatta and bills itself as “the friendly regatta”.

The Royal Temple Yacht Club on the front looks over the huge marina at Ramsgate. Photo by me.

The Royal Temple Yacht Club on the front looks over the huge marina at Ramsgate. Photo by me.

It is a full week of sailing, competition and partying, and this year proves to be no exception.

Waiting for the week to begin, My Beloved Brit looks out to sea. Photo by me.

Waiting for the week to begin, My Beloved Brit looks out to sea. Photo by me.

I spent my first evening walking around the port on the English Channel, taking in the gorgeous skies and mellow seas.

The sailboats ready for the next morning. Photo by me.

The sailboats ready for the next morning. Photo by me.

It promises to be a beautiful week with temps in the high 60s to low 70s, cool on the water but perfect for touring.

The way out of the protected port to where they will race. Photo by me.

The way out of the protected port to where they will race. Photo by me.

I am heading down to the marina now to see the boats take off for their races. Wish him luck!

Sunday Roast 2013

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Nothing says England like a Sunday Roast, and at the beginning of this visit we were treated to a memorable one at My Beloved Brit’s sister’s home once again.  Chicken, roast potatoes, veggies, and brown gravy.  Yum.

Sunday Roast 2013. Photo by me.

Sunday Roast 2013. Photo by me.

The holiday has only just begun and I am already eating way too much, but loving every minute of it.

Cambridge Punts

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We arrived in the UK yesterday morning after a long red-eye flight to Heathrow, and made our way up to the banks of the River Cam, Cambridge, to try to adjust to England time.  It was the perfect spot to recover.

Our hotel in Cambridge, a Doubletree by Hilton, rear left on the River Cam. Photo by me

Our hotel in Cambridge, a Doubletree by Hilton, rear left on the River Cam. Photo by me

Our room was not ready when we arrived late morning, but we managed to sit in the back garden of the hotel, and watch with great amusement as people made their way down the river on the classic mode of transportation, the punt.

The punts lined up on the River Cam ready for action. Photo by me.

The punts lined up on the River Cam ready for action. Photo by me.

Right down the block there are many vendors offering “chauffeured” punt tours of the river, a perfect way to see the backside of the great university and colleges that line the shore. By chauffeured, they mean that someone does the hard work for you.

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Some “punters” were quite skilled and comfortable with the boats. Photo by me.

But you can also rent the plain wooden punts yourself, and many did on this mildly warm summer afternoon. We decided to stick to the river’s edge, and watch the action from the shore.

A perfect day to rent a punt. Photo by me.

A perfect day to rent a punt. Photo by me.

The level of expertise at guiding the boats down the river with long wooden poles pushing in the mud, varied greatly.

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But it was all done with great humor, and much camaraderie and laughter.

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The best was to watch the older boatmen try to move the punts from one part of the river, over the embankment by lifting it and repositioning it in the new tributary.

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In order to get the punt from one side of the tow path to the other you had to lift it out and carry it over. Quite a procedure. Photo by me.

It became even more humorous when a parade of cows coming by on the same path, who obviously had the run of the river shores, decided to join the chaos.  My camera was still in my bag waiting to get to the room so I missed the shot of the day, but we will talk about that site for years to come.

It’s good to be back in England.

What to pack for a vacation in Great Britain?

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What should you pack for a vacation in Great Britain? Layers. And more layers.

Down to the sweater layer in Asford in the Water in the Peak District. Photo by My Beloved Brit.

Down to the sweater layer in Ashford-in-the-Water in the Peak District on a summer morning going for a walk. Photo by My Beloved Brit.

It is positively the only way to go. The thing about England is, no matter what the weather is at the moment, it is sure to change shortly. And it is almost impossible to predict the temperatures for any given season. When we were in Scotland last summer, everyone assured us it would be damp and chilly.  It was sunny, bright and in the 80s–for days!

A very warm, sunny day in the gardens at Balmoral in Scotland in June. Photo by me.

A very warm, sunny day in the gardens at Balmoral in Scotland in early June. Photo by me.

Very unusual, yes. But we have learned in the UK to expect the unexpected and pack accordingly.

The crowds head to Buckingham Palace to see the Queen on the Diamond Jubilee weekend June 2012. Photo by me.

The crowds head to Buckingham Palace to see the Queen on the Diamond Jubilee weekend June 2012. Notice the light jackets, and brollies in hand. Photo by me.

Now, granted, we tend to go for long stretches of time…sometimes 5 or 6 weeks (we have a lot of family and friends to visit).  But the basics are the same.

1.  Don’t pack for a year.

There are laundrette’s all over the UK, and it is a great way to pass an hour or two with the locals and catch up on your reading. You can easily go online, google the town you will be in, and “laundrettes”, or ask at your B&B or hotel.  They will know. Service wash means the laundrette will do your wash for you and you can pick it up later or the next day.  Self Service means you do it yourself, which is what we do. Usually we are driving, and at the beginning of the trip we stop at a grocery store and get a small bottle of laundry detergent. Or the laundrettes usually have them available for purchase. Our detergent stays with us for the trip and makes it even easier to do laundry on the road.

Our favorite laundrette in Burnham on Crouch, England. Photo by me

Our favorite laundrette in Burnham on Crouch, England. Photo by me

2. Make it easy and comfortable

Pack things that are wrinkle free if you don’t want to iron, although many hotels now have facilities to iron.  I usually bring a pair of jeans for those country walks, and a couple of pairs of lighter washable slacks–one that is dressier for dinners out.  Instead of shirts, I bring knits–t-shirts for me, polos for him, and light, washable cotton sweaters (jumpers in Brit speak). My Beloved Brit always likes a few buttoned collared shirts of the wash and wear variety for when we go out. I bring one or two washable wrinkle free skirts just in case it gets really warm.  MBB does bring one pair of shorts just in case.  But we find even when all his friends have shorts on, we might have two or three layers of long pants, t-shirts and jumpers on. MBB calls it being unclimatized. We’ve never regretted not packing a bathing suit.

A fine, sunny day in England and the shorts have appeared. Photo by me

A fine, sunny day in England and the shorts have appeared. Photo by me

3.  Outerwear and an umbrella

Bring a scarf or two for around the neck, and preferably a rain-resistant jacket (or coat depending on the season) with a little warmth to it, just in case. I also usually pack a light, packable small umbrella.  It is England after all. Rain comes and goes. When I did the Diamond Jubilee week in London last year, it rained lightly off and on over the weekend.  I was fine with my layers, my little “brollie” and a smile.  It was a great time.

Jubilee weekend.  Brollies are up for a moment but the crowds don't care.  Notice the layers of clothing. Photo by me

Jubilee weekend. Brollies are up for a moment but the crowds don’t care. Notice the layers of clothing. Photo by me

4. Shoes.

Always a dilemma.  First and foremost is comfort.  England is known to be a wonderfully walkable place, so plan on taking walks in the country, through villages and footpaths, or long rambles around London.

My Beloved Brit and his cousins walking in to Foey, Cornwall for Fish 'n' Chips.  Notice the English women have sandals on! Photo by me.

My Beloved Brit and his cousins walking in to Fowey, Cornwall in search of Fish ‘n’ Chips. Notice his English cousins have sandals on! Photo by me.

There’s usually public transportation, but walking is how you really get to see a country, and get a sense of the natives.  I usually opt for two pairs of very comfortable walking shoes that I can wear with socks, one pair a bit dressier to wear with the nice slacks. I also like a good pair of sandles in the summer for those days when you just feel like wiggling your toes in the sun, and to wear with my skirt.

My Beloved Brit actually has shorts on again as we check in to our room in England. Notice the limited amount of luggage. Photo by me.

My Beloved Brit actually has shorts on again as we check in to our room in England. Notice the limited amount of luggage. There’s also always one large duffel for sailing gear. Photo by me.

5. For those special occasions.

Dressed for a wedding reception at a sailing club.

Dressed for a wedding reception at a sailing club.

 

Then usually I bring one nice dress, often a very packable light knit, and a sweater I can wear with it for cold evenings.

For most restaurants and gatherings we go to , this is as dressy as we need.  I bring my pearls and good earrings in case it gets really dressy.

MBB does bring a solid colored sports coat and one tie, just in case there is a sailing race dinner at a club that requires it.

 

 

 

And that is pretty much it.  You start out on a summer morning with a pair of cotton slacks, a t-shirt, a sweater and maybe a rain jacket with a scarf around your neck.  By noon hopefully you’re down to the t-shirt, but more likely you are at sweater level.  And of course just when you think you have it all figured out, it changes and the temps are in the 80s for five days in a row.

Holidaymakers in Charlestown, Cornwall.  There were kids swimming nearby. Photo by me.

Holiday makers in Charlestown, Cornwall. There were kids swimming nearby. Photo by me.

No matter.  A laundrette makes it all workable, and no one cares if you wear the same three outfits over and over.  Just pick what you love and what you are comfortable with.  It’s a snap.

An early morning walk on a summers day in England. Photo by me.

An early morning walk on a summer’s day in England. Photo by me.

And then My Beloved Brit needs to bring all his sailing gear–boots, foul weather gear, thermals–which is a whole other story, and why we try to pack so light otherwise…

MBB dressed in many waterproof layers for sailing. Photo by me.

MBB dressed in many waterproof layers for sailing. Photo by me.

 

10 Downing Street and The White House

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10 Downing Street has been the “locale” of British Prime Ministers since 1735, over 50 years before construction began on The White House.

Winston Churchill emerges from 10 Downing Street flashing a V for Victory

Winston Churchill emerges from 10 Downing Street flashing a V for Victory

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s instantly recognizable black door has shielded some of the most important decisions made in the last 275 years…the First and Second World Wars, the ending of The Empire, the building of the British nuclear bomb, handling the economic crisis of the Great Depression…just to name a few.

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The White House, on the other hand, has only been on its current location since construction began in 1792, and was first occupied by President John Adams.  The total cost to build was $232,372, and until after the Civil War it was the largest house in the United States. (The British burned it August 24, 1814, during the War of 1812, but did not destroy it. We’ve forgiven them since then.)

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The White House

 

Both 10 Downing Street and The White House are the official residences, and also house the offices of The Prime Minister and The President, respectively. Both also are used to host countless receptions for both national and overseas guests.

Prime Minister Winston Churchill along with Roosevelt's Joint Chiefs of Staff outside The White House May 24, 1943. Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library

Prime Minister Winston Churchill along with Roosevelt’s Joint Chiefs of Staff outside The White House May 24, 1943. Franklin D. Roosevelt Presidential Library

The 55,000 square foot White House is 168 feet long by 85 feet wide (152 feet with its porticos), and is on 18 acres of land, with 132 rooms.

President and Mrs. Lyndon B. Johnson walk through White House Cross hall with guest of honor, Prime Minister Harold Wilson, June 1967

President and Mrs. Lyndon B. Johnson walk through White House Cross hall with guest of honor, Prime Minister Harold Wilson, June 1967

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10 Downing Street is much bigger than it appears from outside. In the late 18th century, the house on Downing Street was joined to a more spacious and formidable building located behind it. And over the decades it has also taken over most of 11 and 12 Downing Street. It is hard to find out exactly how many square feet or how many rooms there might be, but everyone concurs that it is a labyrinth of hallways, reception rooms and office space. William Pitt the Younger, who last lived in the house in 1806, referred to it as “My vast, awkward house”.

Margaret Thatcher and Nancy Reagen in the recption area at 10 Downing Street

Margaret Thatcher and Nancy Reagan in the reception area at 10 Downing Street

The White House, of course, is white. 10 Downing Street is black. When it was refurbished in the early 60s, it was discovered it was not black at all, but that pollution had resulted in the black appearance over the yellow brick. To keep the familiar appearance, the newly cleaned yellow bricks were painted black to match their previous color.

President Ronald Reagan and First Lady Nancy Reagan chat with Prince Charles and Princess Diana in the East sitting Hall, November 9, 1985. Ronald W. Reagan Presidential Library

President Ronald Reagan and First Lady Nancy Reagan chat with Prince Charles and Princess Diana in the East Sitting Hall, November 9, 1985. Ronald W. Reagan Presidential Library

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

10 Downing Street’s Cabinet Office has its own official mouser, Larry the Cat. Larry was recruited from Battersea Dogs & Cats Home “on recommendation of his mousing skills”. On the 10 Downing Street website it is concluded that since joining the staff, he has made a significant impact.

Larry the Cat

Larry the Cat

 

I wonder how he would get along with Beau…

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