England, Ireland and Scotland
25.05.2005 - 29.06.2005
Today is 25th May 2005 and since my sons gave me a few days holiday in Tasmania for my 50th birthday I have been yearning to travel and started to plan this trip overseas some time back. I am awake, excited and ready to go. Andrew has been given the job of driving, Russell, and I to the Brisbane airport, leaving at 5.15am to catch the 8am Qantas flight to Sydney and then the International flight to Hong Kong and London. My flight is a Frequent Flyer flight, so much planning for so long it seems unreal that we are really going at last. A change in the flight time to Sydney when we arrive at the domestic airport and we are rushed through to a waiting flight, giving us little time for farewells. This will give us extra time in Sydney to go through customs and being our first time we are not too sure what to expect. This part of the flight is only an hour. Upon landing in Sydney, we follow the directions to the transit bus which drives us across the tarmac to the International Airport and through customs. It is much easier than I had expected, they recheck and rescan Russell’s passport but all appears to be OK and we head through the gates and scanners to the International side of the airport where we can relax for about an hour. Time for a cuppa and a look around the Duty Free Shops. This is all new to us. We fly out of Sydney on a Qantas “Longreach” plane at 11.10am and will arrive at London Heathrow Airport in about 22 hours. The plane is reasonably comfortable with Russell and I near the window seats and a gentleman on the aisle seats which becomes interesting every time we wish to stretch the legs. Each seat has a small TV screen on the back and your own personal remote control (male heaven), you can choose what you want to watch from a list of six movies, music or sport channel and also track the plane as it travels. Two meals are served and any drinks we request during the trip. We are like little excited children.
Our flight arrives in Hong Kong at about 7pm (Australian time) and we have a break until 11.15pm. Hong Kong is two hours behind Australia; London is approximately 9 hours behind Australia so our times are very mixed up for a few days. We settle for a cup of coffee ($36HK/$6 AUS), can’t even read a paper as they are all in a foreign language. We take a walk to the Duty Free area and it is like being in a large shopping centre. The time in Hong Kong seems long as we are both tired so decide to lay on some unoccupied seats and try to catch a bit of shut eye before we fly out, the airport is not very busy at this time of night. The next leg of the flight is with British Airlines. The hostesses offer the passengers another small meal and then turn off the lights and we are soon all asleep. It is not a relaxing sleep as it is rather uncomfortable to sleep in a sitting position but we feel reasonably better when we are woken for breakfast before landing.
26th May 2005
The flight into London takes us over the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben arriving at 5.15am and it is a fine, cool but overcast day. We go through Customs with no dramas. I find the airport is rather grubby but not busy at this hour of the morning. There is a 30 minute wait for the Alamo Car Rental pick up bus to take us to their depot situated on the Perimeter Road, then paperwork to be filled out and a car size upgrade and we then head to the car park to collect the car and start our holiday. After more paperwork exchange at the rental gates and onto the Perimeter Road with the help of their map but we discover our sense of direction is terrible but guess it will improve. The first drama is the roundabout, which is rather large and several exits, go around it several times as we have trouble finding the exit for the M25, we end up taking the wrong exit and go South instead of East and end up in Staines so find another roundabout and turn around. An hour later we locate the M40 freeway and are on our way to the Buckinghamshire area. Tempers are a little short at this stage as there are large road works being done on the roads out of the airport so new direction signs and broken existing signs, workers, equipment and side roads everywhere. The traffic is horrendous and this is outer London. We stop at High Wycombe for a short break, then to Princes Risborough, a quaint little English village town with cobbled stone roads and footpaths, thatched roofs and some very old houses and Inns. There is a market place in the centre of town, as there is in most of the villages, and stalls being manned by some elderly ladies so stop and ask for directions. They query the names we are researching and when I tell them “Wooster, Eggleton, East and Rogers” she just laughs and tells me that these names consist of about 80% of the present village population. It is lovely to know I still have relations living in their ancestor’s birth town. Our next stop is the Baptist Chapel where most of my family have connections, not realising that in England the Church yards are also the grave yards so it’s a surprise to see a clutter of graves and headstones at the entrance to the Church yard. An even bigger surprise when Russell reads out the name on the headstone.
“Sarah Eggleton died 1839, also John Eggleton died 1844"
This couple are my GGG Grandparents so I am a little shocked to find this grave as I never realised they were buried here and I wasn’t looking for them. We then start to check all the graves and so many have familiar names from my family research. Our next stop is to Monks Risborough where several Eggleton family members have history with the village and medieval church where they were christened in the 1800's in the 12th Century Aylesbury font. St Dunstan’s Church is 15th Century and again the headstones show family names, more East names this time. The church still has the heavy wooden front door and original christening font, and both are still in excellent condition. We continue the drive north to Aylesbury where a break is required as jetlag is starting to catch up with us so a walk and a small meal is sufficient. A short drive to a small village, Wendover, in the middle of my research area, where we decide to book a room in the local and very old “Red Lion” Inn . Lots of atmosphere.
27th May 2005
We have the usual problem finding the entrance to the freeways and drive round in circles for a good 30 minutes and backtrack several times. In our dilemma to finding the motorway we stop at a very interesting town of Amersham or Elmodesham which is mentioned in the Doomsday Book so the village has very old and quaint little shops and buildings. The main street is a very long street with all the shops joining each other and some are very unusual. There is the usual market place in the centre of town and in the middle of the road. A brief visit to St Mary’s, a Norman Church dating back to 1100AD, the churchyard has some very old headstones and very unusual designs, and some are positioned above the ground and are round rather than the square design. After several more directions from “locals” we find the Marlow Bypass and the M4 and we continue a further 60 miles to the Chipping Sodbury exit No.18 and take a break at Old Sodbury, the older part of the area and the original village. A large number of the town buildings are heritage listed. A rest at St John’s the Baptiste Church which is positioned on top of the hill and great views from behind the church. There is no access to the church so we continue our drive to Chipping Sodbury. In the 18th century the Pincott family lived in this area and through to Bristol. It is a lovely but an unusual town with the market square which is the focal point of the town. We had a lunch break at “George Inn” in the centre of town but a mix up with our orders so end up being there much longer than we had planned. The Inn refunded one of our meals and gave us a couple of free drinks because of the long wait. It was very interesting to see the Catholic Church tucked away in the main street between two Inns, not like a church but a building. It was originally a church, and then converted into an Inn and in the 20th century it was returned to the Catholic Church. Access to another St John the Baptiste Church was not possible as there was no minister around to unlock the doors. The second St John the Baptiste church was surrounded by old tombs. Some were round or square and some above ground. I was not sure if they still contained the remains of coffins or were empty. We continue onto Yate. It was interesting to see that the footpath runs beside the road and continues between the villages. The villages are not far apart. There are also bus stops/shelters at regular intervals between the villages so it must have several bus services each day. We had some difficulty locating a B & B or Inn that has accommodation so decided not to continue to Bristol and we pull into the “White Lion Inn” in Yate. The Cotswolds are a range of hills in south-western and west-central England and an area of outstanding beauty. St Mary’s is a very old church dating back to 1066AD but it is not as financial as others. It still has the original stone floors and stone staircase (over 1000 years) which once led to a bell tower but has now been closed off. The bells can still be rung but the vibrations shake the tower so are now only rung for special occasions.
28th May 2005
Another day and there is a cool breeze and overcast, this is common for an English summer day. We travel north to Gloucestershire and the towns of Gloucester and Stafford. We found the M5 North after a few detours and some mistakes, we are getting better with directions and map reading. We arrive in the city of Gloucester to an extremely cold, cutting wind, the weather is so different to yesterday. We park in a Park & Pay area in the Historical Docks area but nothing is open until 10am which is common practice in England so we walk to get our bearings. It is such a lovely old town and we end up at the Gloucester Cathedral. It was built in 1089AD and started as a Benedictine Abbey but was abolished by King Henry V111 in 1540AD. The Cathedral contains the tomb of King Edward 3rd, the Quire (Choir) where the Monks prayed and sang and is still the heart of the Cathedral today. It is quite magnificent for a 1000 year old building. It has a lot of scaffolding around it as it is being cleaned. This is the case with a lot of the larger churches and older buildings in England. Our arrival in the city has coincided with the yearly Dick Whittington Medieval Festival event and parade, so there is heaps of stalls and a parade with people all dressed up for that era. There is even a Town Crier. We continue back to the wharves via the Gloucester Gaol. It is still used for high/serious offenders, strange to have it in the central part of the city with the old stone walls surrounding the buildings. In the Dockyards there is a tiny little church from 1840. It was and remains a Church of England Extra Parochial Chapel and today is heritage listed. The drive on a secondary road takes us through such lovely countryside as we head to the 1048AD Worcester Cathedral. It can be seen from some distance away. The Cathedral houses the tomb of King John of the Magna Carta fame, Prince Arthur’s Chantry, 12th Century Chapter House and several medieval Cloisters. This time we participate in a tour of St Wulfstan’s Crypt and walk to the top of the tower, the city, countryside and Severn River views are breath-taking. I never realised how unfit I was. We drive for some distance and decide on accommodation at the “White Lion Inn” which is situated on the border of Wombridge, Oakengates and Wellington. These are the three main research areas for the Charles and Washington families.
29th May 2005
After getting our directions from the Inn owner we make our start to Madeley, a small village on the outskirts of Telford. This town is where my GGG Grandparents, Elizabeth Price and Samuel Charles, were married in 1816 in St Michael’s Church of England. The church dates back to the 18th century and it still has the original minister’s pulpit and communion stand from the original church which was built around 1500AD. There is a large graveyard at the rear of the church with a large number of Prices buried but we could not locate Samuel and Elizabeth’s grave. The cemetery consists of several very interesting headstones: Rev John Fletcher, Edward Davis 1686 (oldest stone) and the communal grave of “the 9 Men of Madeley” who were killed in a pit accident in 1864. We push onto Ironbridge where there is a magnificent iron bridge over the Severn River. It was the first to be built in the world and built by Thomas Pritchard in 1773 . We park the car and pay a donation to the Lions Club and commence to walk across. The town is rather small and the buildings are built against a hill so parking is a problem, the town is starting to get busy so we do not stay around very long. Onto Bilston/Eccelishall/Wednesbury area on the outskirts of Birmingham, a surprise to see these places are working class industrial suburbs and not an area I would like to linger in. After directions from a Real Estate Agent we locate 41 Vale Street and find the original row of buildings are still standing. This address is where my GG Grandmother, Jane Charles (nee Washington), died in 1904 so it gives me a real eerie feeling to see the home my gg grandmother lived in. Onto John and New Street, addresses where Jane and Steven Charles lived in 1851 and 1881, but these houses have since been demolished and replaced with multi storey flats (housing commission), then Tipton Street where my Grandfather, John Charles was born in 1881. On one side of the street the original joined houses still stand but the other side has now been replaced with parkland and newer units. We have had enough of Birmingham and so now we head towards Rugeley on the Eastern side of Birmingham. This small town is the home of cousins, who are also descendants of Samuel and Elizabeth. We have never met, only corresponded through the post. A short drive to Cannock Chase where a German WW1 prisoner of war cemetery is situated. It was so interesting that we will go back the next morning for another look but this time with my camera. There is a family Wooster and Parkin soldier from New Zealand buried there. The graves are extremely well cared for and well maintained. Situated beside this cemetery is a German Military Cemetery but it is closed so cannot gain access. Next visit I will have a look.
30th May 2005
It is raining and rather cold this morning, we go straight to Lincoln to have a look at the Lincoln Cathedral which was completed in 1072AD. It took 20 years to build and houses several tombs of Archbishops, Saints and Kings. It is the 3rd oldest in Britain and much larger than the other two that we have visited. It is walking distance to the Castle where they were holding a Medieval Day with various Medieval contests, canon firing demos in the castle grounds and they put on several other interesting displays. The canons are very loud so guess there were a lot of very nervous pigeons living in the castle in the early days. A very interesting walk around the perimeter of the castle wall. There are graves in the round tower and also a magnificent view of the area and the cathedral. After a good break we continue our trip east towards the coast to Hundleby/Spilsby to visit a Wooster cousin, we have only met and chatted via email.
31st May 2005
We leave Hundleby and onto an Air Museum which is situated on the air field site which was the base for the Dambuster Squadron in WW2 and the display presently houses an original Spitfire and Lancaster plane and an excellent display of memorabilia. Onto Tattersall’s Castle and the Holy Trinity Church of England situated beside the castle. Only the remains are left of the church so not used for services and now just a public display. The red brick Medieval castle was built by Ralph Cromwell but now controlled by National Trust so we make use of our Australian membership and gain free entry. This Castle also has a moat and the views from the top of the building are spectacular so worth the climb, the countryside is so green. The graffiti on the walls of the castle date back to Cromwell’s days. We continue onto Nottingham, Robin Hood country, and the suburb of Arnold where Russell's cousins live.
1st June 2005
Overcast, raining lightly and cool, the houses are all warm inside so hard to tell what the temperature outside is like. The day is spent in the town centre at Nottingham Castle and Castle Museum. The museum display is very interesting and extends over two floors of exhibits. We break for lunch at “Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem”, the oldest pub in England 1189AD. There is so much history and atmosphere in this tiny building. Nottingham Castle isn’t like a castle, more private residence for royalty as the original old castle was destroyed by fire and decay but they have some very interesting underground caves and tunnels leading to King David’s Dungeon. A very good tour and excellent tour guide so worth getting drenched with rain, an enjoyable and relaxing day.
2nd June 2005
We head towards the motorway and Sulgrave Manor in Northampton. Sulgrave Manor was the home of the Lawrence Washington and family, an ancestor of George Washington and possibly Jane Washington, my GG Grandmother. The village is so lovely and “English”, beautiful cottage gardens, old thatched houses with stone porches, sundials, mullioned windows and wrought iron sign posts, even salt boxes positioned on the sides of some roads and lanes. A quick stop at the 14th Century Church, St James the Less, here lies the eldest Washington son, newly restored family pews, the original Washington oak chest, several memorial brasses to Lawrence and his family. The manor is a few hundred years old and was bought as a joint project by the British and American governments so houses much history and original oil portraits of George Washington painted by Gilburt Stuart, the greatest of American painters, some of the paintings are originals and very rare. The grounds and lavender gardens are magnificent and well cared for, lots of clipped hedges and a sundial dating from 1579AD. On the terrace beneath the wall, which was erected from the timbers of the original Tudor house flies the flags of the Union Jack and the Stars and Stripes. After a relaxed wander around the grounds we start the drive to the M1 motorway and Cambridge. This city is a university city so most of the students ride push-bikes and there are special bike tracks on all the roads so driving becomes like dodgem cars. We carefully repack as tomorrow we hand back the car and then go for a long walk around the area, end up at Cambridge University so take a short cut through the grounds, probably my one and only time I will ever set foot in this well-known university. Lovely buildings and grounds.
3rd June 2005
Soon after breakfast we leave and head towards Castle Camps and Shudy Camps area, usual dramas finding the freeway, takes us about 40 minutes through several lovely little, quiet villages. This is where Russell’s ancestors lived be-fore migrating to Australia so very nostalgic.
Castle Camps is so green and fresh and a real English feel about the place. The All Saint’s Church of England is about 1100 year old, the pulpit and font are originals, as are the internal roof rafters. The graveyard in the surrounds of the church house a lot of family names.Beside the church is a very old building which was the original schoolhouse but to be demolished soon as it as been deemed unsafe, it would be nearly as old as the church. This church is now a mix of Anglican/Catholic as is the case with a lot of the smaller village churches in England apart from the high Churches. After leaving we continue to Shudy Camps and another All Saints Church but this one is closed and we are running short of time so have a look around the grounds and check out the grave names, again a lot of familiar names. We now head towards the M1 and London, only 2pm and the traffic is building up very quickly. I have to really concentrate on the traffic and maps as it is very easy to miss an exit. We finally find the perimeter exterior road and drop the car off to the rental car premises and catch the airport bus back to Heathrow so we can catch the underground to the centre of London. This proves to be quite a drama! I am very glad that I packed the bags completely last night as everything happens so quickly once you enter the rental grounds and you do not have time to think. The whole process takes about 5 minutes - unpack the boot, attendant checks that we have filled the car with petrol, checks the car for damage, checks we have everything and signs us off and we are left standing as the car is driven away, the interchange bus is there waiting. Heathrow this time was extremely busy. We head for the tube but haven’t a clue where to go so trying to figure out the payment system and which line to take proves very interesting. Heathrow to Earls Court is the Tube and then to High Kensington a Circle Line but we are not aware that they are completely different lines. We drag our cases onto the train and it was like peak hour in Brisbane and no one will give you a hand, let alone directions. After we get off the tube we are completely confused as all the trains still appear to be going the same way and our tempers are getting a little frazzled. I ask directions but I manage to get a Frenchman who speaks very little English so try someone else who explains the tube to me and it all now makes some sense. There are 2/3 levels to the tube and the Circle Line is a surface line so up we have to go up. No escalators and the lifts are not working so we have to carry our bags up three flights of stairs which becomes very interesting with people pushing and shoving and the bags seem to have gotten heavier since we started 10 days ago as well as a backpack and shoulder bag. Another lady helps me with my bag. There is a wait of a few minutes to pick up the next train but after a couple of stations we realise it is the wrong train so out we get again and the next one takes us directly to High Kensington Station which is only a couple of stations away. I never realised how claustrophobic I was. The walk to the Olympia Hilton Hotel where we have an overnight booking is much longer than anticipated. The brochure that was given to me in Brisbane states that the station is only about 300 metres from the hotel but it is more like three kilometres, raining and peak hour traffic so very glad to see the hotel neon sign. Everyone is mad in London and pedestrians don’t believe in waiting for the traffic walk signs to change so surprised there aren’t more people hit by traffic. The traffic “Walk” signs change much quicker than in Australia and probably just as well. After we sign in and give the clerk all our particulars we are given the door card and away we go to the 4th floor, rooms are very tiny with an even smaller ensuite with a bath. We find baths are quite common in England, sometimes no shower at all. It is still drizzling rain but quite warm so we dry quickly. We walk towards Earls Court and the area just smells of money but is a very Australian tourist area.
The Trafalgar Tour of England, Wales, Ireland and Scotland: 4th June 2005
The bus is waiting for us at 7.30 as we are the first to be collected by the tour guide and our drive. Two more hotel stops to collect the remaining tour travellers, the group comprises of Americans, Canadians, New Zealand and Australian people and there are 48 passengers on the trip. The tour starts out the West of London and on towards Stonehenge, the home of the Druids and a World Heritage site, an unbelievable site to see. Around the fields are mounds of dirt covered in grass, some small but others quite high and these are the old burial grounds. The closer the mound to the Stones the more important the person and if a local farmer finds one in his paddock he must fence it off and report the find to the Government authorities. Today we see the remains of a prehistoric monument that was in use as early as 3050BC but no one is allowed near the stone structures as there are wire barriers. Of course the heavens open up as we are walking around the stones and our raincoats are still in the backpacks so end up looking like drenched rats. Stonehenge is owned and managed by National Trust of England. A quick walk around the stones and back to the shelter as the rain is starting to get very heavy; I sure hope this is not a forerunner of days to come. We continue onto Salisbury, one of the ancient holy places of England, where we have a sixty minute lunch break/free time so we go for a walk to the Cathedral. There is scaffolding up around the outside as they are cleaning the grime off the walls. The Cathedral is a bit smaller than others that I have seen but has such beautiful coloured windows, the oldest working medieval clock in the world (c1386), the Chapter House houses one of the four surviving originals of the Magna Carta. William Longespee, half-brother of King John and adviser on the formation of the Magna Carta was the first person to be buried here in 1226AD. Salisbury Plains is a very religious area and the belief that it is where religion started in England. Onwards towards Plymouth and the first overnight stay of the tour. Plymouth is still the largest Naval Base in England and today has two nuclear ships in the harbour. A large number of our ancestors started their migration from this harbour. A night walk to the harbour, the 1720 Lighthouse, Navel Fort (still in use) and several monuments and War Memorials on the edge of the harbour commemorating Drakes voyage from here to attack the Spanish Armada in 1588, the Pilgrim Fathers sailed from here to establish the North American colonies in 1620, the Tollpuddle Martyrs - farm labourers who dared to form a union, were transported from here to Van Diemen’s Land, beautiful views of the bay and surrounds. We continue to the centre of town but there are only nightclubs open and I feel the town is very seedy, lots of loose rubbish floating around and young people hanging around corners.
5th June 2005
Shortly after breakfast we are on our way to Cornwall and Devon, the land of Arthur and Merlin, the peninsula with its own traditions, language and legends. The day is fine so far but cool. Our first stop is England’s premier beach which is a laugh - stones instead of sand, drizzling rain by this time, windy and freezing cold, English beaches are pebbles/stones and some are sand packed hard so when the tide goes out it turns to mud and slush. Onto Michel’s Mount at Penzance (musical - Pirates of Penzance) which is connected to the mainland by a stone causeway and only accessible at low tide, the rocky pyramid rises 300 ft from the waters of Mount Bay which is opposite the ancient town of Marazion. It was originally the site of a Benedictine Priory and today topped by a 14th century castle. The bus then continues to St Ives which is our scheduled lunch stop. This seaside fishing town is what I have seen on postcards and travel books and is a quaint little village on the bay, the only way we can access the town is on foot or a special bus that trips up and down the steep hill and narrow streets all day. No buses or larger cars are allowed down the hill, there is nowhere down there that they could turn around and it is far too steep and narrow, so all park at a special area at the top of the hill. Our first stop is a pastry shop to try a famous Cornwall pasty. They are much larger than I had expected and I am not real fussed on them as they are quite dry to eat, We then walk to the harbour to mingle with the tourists and seagulls which are much larger and whiter than the Australian variety. The tide is out so it is possible to walk across the harbour to the other pier and back through the side streets. This area has a lot of little market type shops and artists residences/shops in the narrow, windy side lanes. We start our drive back to Plymouth giving us some magnificent views along the imposing coastline. The night tour is to the Moors to see the Moor ponies and a meal at the famous Inn. There are about 2000 ponies on the Moors and each year they are herded and the new babies are branded, they belong to the people of Plymouth. The night is bringing in a low, thick, sinister mist or fog and you can hardly see in front of you so the drive is very slow, very eerie. We collect the local guide, Peter Wakeman at Dartmoor; a small town near the Moor Prison and make our way to the Moor Inn, a 400 year old Inn in the centre of the Moors where Peter starts his tales and yarns, some are very interesting and we then start the very slow drive back home through the thick fog. I would not like to drive on this land at night as it would be so easy to lose your way and there is so much quicksand in the area
[b]6th June 2005
The day clears to a nice day for our entry to Wales. We are soon on the M5, past some castle ruins and we soon arrive at Glastonbury -home/burial place of King Arthur. A short stop at the Abbey ruins and a demonstration by an Abbot Monk into their daily life routine, St Patrick’s Chapel (an alms-house chapel from 15th century), St Marys Chapel dating from 1186AD and the first building erected after the Great Abbey fire of 1184AD, a descendant of the Glastonbury Holy Thorn Tree which traditionally flowers every Easter and Christmas are all situated on the grounds and several other chapel ruins, an interesting site regardless of how religious you are.
Onto Bath and a visit to the old Roman Baths commenced c60 when Romans began to develop the baths as a spa and a centre for pagan worship. Every building, new or old, in this delightful city is made of Bath sandstone blocks; the same stone that the Cathedral is built from, the front of the Cathedral shows a ladder and angels climbing their way to heaven. We have four hours in the town so I spend a bit of free time on my own walking around the Bath Gardens which backs onto the Avon River so a lovely quiet area with the river punts and ducks and swans. The gardens are in the changeover season so all the spring flowers have finished and the striped deck chairs are out in the sun for those that wish to just sit and watch. As we approach the bridge crossing the Bristol Channel from Bristol to Wales the driver puts on CD of Welsh singers, such lovely voices. The bridge across the bay is long but we are soon entering Wales. The tour has booked our evening meal at Holy Brush Inn, a small village restaurant outside Cardiff but getting there proves to be a small problem, the only way there is over a very narrow bridge and much too narrow for the bus. The driver attempts the crossing but we are certain to get stuck so they try another entrance and again the bridge is too narrow. The only solution is to exit the bus and walk up the lane and the bus will collect us back on the opposite side of the bridge after our meal.
7th June 2005
The hotel is situated on a man-made lake which is full of ducks and other wildlife and management have placed seats around the edges, we take advantage of this and go for a walk before settling in the morning bus. There is another optional tour to Cardiff Castle, the other passengers have a free morning in town. This castle belonged to the eccentric but rich William Burgess who owned most of the coal mines (Rhonda Colliery) in the area as well as the docks to handle the coal. The mines and houses in the Ipswich area are named after his mines and the Welsh towns. His living quarters in the castle are very ornate and a little “over the top” but his wife objected to living in this castle so he had “Koch Castle”, a summer castle similar to those Castles in Europe built for her.
On to Pembroke - the land of the Corgi - and we have a free hour before the ferry to Ireland is due to leave, not enough time to sightsee so just a walk up the main street. Once at the Pembroke Docks we wait in line as we all pass through customs, no personal checks and just waved through and onto the loading dock and then the ferry which is to take us to the Emerald Isle. The ferry is quite large but not the largest in the group, we have a three hour trip and it is calm so a good ride across the Irish Sea to dock at Rosslare late on a sunny and warm afternoon, it feels like I am coming home. Similar to England in the countryside except the houses are more colourful, England’s houses are all a dull colour. Our motel at Waterford is on the River Seur.
8th June 2005
After breakfast we go for a walk but find we go a little further than expected and return to the bus to find everyone waiting for us and a round of cheers from everyone. The tour makes its way to the Waterford Crystal Factory Showrooms to view the finest crystal in the world. Some lovely crystal and other bits and pieces but extremely expensive and not a wise purchase unless we planned to post it back home immediately. We continue the drive to Cork, an area founded by St Finbar, and then the Blarney Castle. My O’Sullivan people are from this area and Skibbereen is not too far away but a detour is out of the question. Somewhere to visit on my next trip. We have a three hour stop at the castle built in 1446AD and a visit to the Blarney Kissing Stone is a must and the main reason for the visit. A climb of a few hundred steps to the top of the castle and then a contortionist act to get to the stone but manage to kiss the required spot and a photo for our trouble. There is not much else to see at the castle but a lovely quiet walk into the village and a nice meal and drink and a visit to the Woollen Mill to buy some souvenirs before we leave for Killarney in County Kerry and some breathtaking scenery. We arrive there a little early and an optional tour, this time a ride in a horse and buggy to Muckross House and gardens built in 1642. This was not an expensive extra and I managed to get the front seat with the driver and “Paddy” the horse so an excellent view and an easy understood commentary except for the Irish brogue. The ride takes us through extensive areas of natural oak and yew woodland, past lakes of Greenland geese, wildlife and fauna, the red deer which are the only remaining deer in Ireland, a Famine
wall left over from the Famine days - the workers built the wall and were paid in food instead of money. It is amazing to think they are still standing after such a long time.
9th June 2005
Our drive today is to the Ring of Kerry, a famous circular scenic route of 115 miles around the Iveragh Peninsular with the best section lying between Kenmare and Killorglin, stopping at the cliff top Scariff Pub for coffee, absolutely beautiful scenery and heaps of photo stops. The lakes are so blue and the hills so green, such a contrast. We continue the drive upwards to the pass to view the Marion Shrine and the 200 year old fort at Staigue then onto Sneem and lunch at Molls Gap, back down the hill to Killarney stopping at Queen’s View. On our journey home we detour to a special graveyard, Reilig A’Tsle An Gorta 1847, a famine graveyard from 1847. It is so sad to see the monument to those who died during the famine and in the graveyard there are a few single graves and a mass grave. My O’Sullivan and McQueeny people were forced from Ireland because of the famine. The remainder of the journey home is spent in silence. An evening meal at the Beaufort local inn and the evening band consists of four men, a comedian and two young female dancers. The designs on the girl’s dresses are outstanding; they put their heart and souls into their dancing. They entice the audience to come up and help with the “Broom dance” and Russell is chosen – is it because he is in the front row or because he is so vocal!! He surprises me with his agility. One of the singers is Thomas O’Sullivan from County Cork and I find him a very interesting man – an Irishman that does not drink. It is only a small room and they shut the doors to keep the noise out of the main part of the pub. In Ireland it is still legal to smoke in the bars as well as bring in their dogs so glad of an interval, the outside doors can be opened and some fresh air.
10th June 2005
We stop for a small break at Adare on the River Maigue where there are rows of thatched houses and the remains of a 15th Century Franciscan Friary. Onto Limerick in County Clare and the Bunratty Castle, one of Ireland’s surviving Tower houses and the stronghold of the O’Brien Clan from around 1425AD. The Folk Park is a living reconstruction of the homes and environment of Ireland of over a century ago, rural farmhouses, village shops, cobbled streets and Bunratty House with the formal regency gardens, similar to the History Parks in Australia. Not overly fussed with the park. After the park we now have a long drive through the Burren Lime Stone desert, the largest area of Karst Limestone in Europe and then onto the Cliffs of Moher (meaning Mother). Rising 660 ft above the Atlantic Sea on the spectacular sea cliffs edge near Haig’s Head stands an old stone fort ruin called Mother O’Ruan or O’Brien’s Tower. The coastline is very similar to the coastlines of Victoria and the Nullarbor area. Before we stop in Galway Bay at the Days Hotel, we visit another very lonely graveyard which houses several Carrawmore tombs.
11th June 2005
Our first visit is to the Galway Cathedral, a modern 20th century Cathedral but with lovely coloured windows, only a short visit as mass is ready to commence. We are going to visit the Connemara Stone Factory, they are waiting for us having opened especially for the visit. Beautiful green stone made into so many different objects and pieces of jewellery. Some beautiful countryside and lastly onto a famine road for a short drive. They were known as the “roads to nowhere” as they were built during the Potato Famine of the 1820’s and paid for in food, same idea as the Famine Walls in Killarney. The next stop is at the extravagant Kylemore Abbey on the banks of Lock Fee and still being used as the final step for young ladies and gentlemen before they go across to finishing school in Europe. All the tourist side of the venture is manned by the students and this is part of their education, their manners are exemplary. The Abbey originally belonged to the Monks and Nuns of the Benedictine Order. After a meal we continue to Sligo, a port town near Drumshambo in County Leitrim, the area where my McQueeny ancestors lived during the 18th/19th Century. As we drive we pass a mountain known as the Reek, Croagh Patrick rising 2515ft through the mists and it is believed that is the area from where St Patrick chased the snakes. Saint Patrick is said to have spent 40 days on the summit in 441AD fasting and praying for the people of Ireland. Since early Christian times a pilgrimage has taken place every July when the devout climb the mountain in the footsteps of the saint. On the summit is a Celtic Hill Fort and a dry stone oratory, one of the oldest churches in Ireland. Situated at the base of the hill stands a bronze monument to the Great Famine depicting a “Coffin Ship” with skeleton bodies in the rigging. A cruise down the River Shannon with scones, tea and entertainment provided, it was so lovely to sit back, relax and watch the swans and other birdlife for awhile. Very relaxing afternoon.
12th June 2005
A detour to the 10th Century Drumcliffe High Cross and Round Tower. The cross is all that remains of the Monastic settlement founded by St Columba in 574AD. In the church graveyard lies the Irish Poet, W.B. Yeats who spent most of his childhood in Sligo . We now start our drive into Northern Ireland which is part of Great Britian, no passports are required and onto Londonderry/Derry. Derry or Londonderry is the second-largest city in Northern Ireland[and the fourth-largest city on the island of Ireland. The name Derry is an Anglicisation of the Irish name Daire or Doire meaning "oak grove". In 1613, the city was granted a Royal Charter by King James I and the "London" prefix was added, changing the name of the city to Londonderry. While the city is more usually known as Derry, Londonderry is also used and remains the legal name. The old walled city lies on the west bank of the River Foyle, which is spanned by two road bridges and one footbridge. Derry is close to the border with County Donegal, with which it has had a close link for many centuries. The person traditionally seen as the 'founder' of the original Derry is Saint Colmcille, a holy man from Tír Chonaill. The guide for today’s walking tour is Rowan McNamara, a very interesting man, he is Irish - Chinese decent, a Buddhist and has been trained as History Teacher/University Tutor and he is from Southern Ireland. Even more interesting is that he is married to an O’Sullivan girl from Skibbereen, the town where my family come from. He insists on calling us all his “little lambs”. He takes us along the old city wall which gives us a spectacular view of the old and new parts of the city, a lot of ruined area due to the troubles. It has been drizzling rain all morning so also cool and windy. I have the feeling that the locals do not like the tourists wandering around, so much graffiti but in the Catholic side of town there are some of the best mural paintings on the walls and billboards that I have ever seen and all in the name of Religion and Politics. It is not an area that I would like to wander around on my own. While in the town and some free time I go for a walk to the River Foyle to photograph a monument to commemorate the spot for the Point of Departure for the Penal Law Emigration. The Impact of the strict Penal Laws shocked many Ulster Presbyterians to emigrate to areas of North Eastern America such as Newfoundland, Nova Scotia, Boston and Philadelphia. The timber in the memorial is some that was salvaged from the original docks on the river. A German Naval boat “ Westerwald” is also docked in the harbour.
Onto County Aintrim and the Giants Causeway, a National Trust site and unusual cliff structures. This monumental terrace of steps, some 300 ft high stretches into the ocean on the Nth Antrim coast between Port Ganny and Port Noffin, a result from gigantic outpourings of volcanic basalt some 60 million years ago, on a clear day you can see Scotland and today is not a clear day. The Finn MacCool walking trail continues up the next cliff face and the photographs taken from this height are spectacular. At the top of the hill is an original old primary school which is still in use, National Trust took over the site, to stop people or developers putting up more buildings or houses. The only buildings are a tourist centre, video viewing building which outlines the geological history of the causeway and a small café. We start our drive to Belfast through lovely Glens and countryside. The guide takes us through the IRA section of Belfast, showing us bombed out areas and buildings, some fences with graffiti and barb wire on them and even though the area is patrolled with armed police, an area we are warned not to frequent after dark. We are staying at the Europa Hotel in the centre of town, a hotel that is in the Guinness Book of records as having been bombed the most times, not a real secure thought, the room is on the 11th floor so a great view of the city.
13th June 2005
Today it is the Parliament buildings, St Marks Church which was the family church of C S Lewis, Harland & Wolff dockyards, the builders of the “Titanic”, St Matthias’s Church which was a garrison church founded by Baden Powell, City Hall - a striking classical Renaissance style building of Portland stone built to commemorate Queen Victoria giving the city status to Belfast in 1858, Customs House, St Anne’s Cathedral built in 1848 and the burial place of Lord Carson, the leader of the opposition to Home Rule who died in 1935 and much more. The day looks fine and cool as we make our way out of Northern Ireland and onto Dublin, capital of Southern Ireland. A 90 minute tour is quite good, takes us around the town area, canals, Parliament House, Customs House completed in 1791, Protestant Christ Church Cathedral built in 12th century, Trinity College of 1592 and which houses the Book of Kells, Molly Malone known as “The Tart with a Cart”, St Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin Castle, breweries, parks, and historical buildings and back to the Hotel Mespitall on the Grand Canal. Dublin is also the headquarters for The Mercy Religious Order, tucked away in the main area is a little Hughenot Cemetery from 1693 with headstones and graves but we cannot gain access. The night cabaret is a Dinner and Show and worth every euro, singers, dancers and a comedian.
14th June 2005
The following day we decide to hire a rental car and drive south for about 20 mile to the small village of Einniskerry in County Wicklow to locate “Powers Court” where Russell’s Buckley and Hicks people migrated from in 1847 during the Potato Famine. We are surprised to find that Powers Court is a large family estate which is on the surrounds of the village and was the main source of employment and somewhere to live during the famine era. The house is massive and the grounds and gardens absolutely breathtaking. The estate is now open to the public and houses some speciality shops, a golf course, some privately owned units and a large resort being built on the lower reaches of the estate. It has different gardens, a pet’s cemetery, lakes and heaps of walking paths as well as a café and tourist area. The walk through the grounds is so peaceful that we could stay all day but want to have a look at the local church and village before driving back to Dublin. The church is not open but the vicar tells us that the original wooden church was in the grounds of the estate and this would have been where the family worshiped and the parish from where the Hicks family were given the farewell bible when they left the area in 1847, the prayer book which Russell now holds in his possession and so precious to us. As usual we cannot locate the main road back to the city and go the scenic route but drop the Fiat car back to the rental company and catch a taxi back to the Hotel for a well-earned sleep.
15th June 2005
We are leaving a little earlier today as we need to board the ferry back to the England mainland. This time the ferry is much larger with eleven deck levels, cinemas, bars, restaurants, viewing decks, a variety of shops and a large screened TV on board so all Australians watch the Queensland State of Origin football match. A good calm trip across the Irish Sea and we disembark at Holyoake Island off Wales, again no passport checks at the Custom area, and drive towards the ancient city of Chester. There is a long high wall around part of the city, relic of the old Roman days so a walk partly around the wall and then a visit to the 1000 year old Chester Cathedral. In 1092AD the Cathedral was a Benedictine Abbey, there is so much history in this city that you could spend a lot of time just browsing. This is the town where my Great Great Grandfather, William Bowden, and his family lived before migrating to Australia. Onto the Beatles city of Liverpool and our accommodation for the night is the Marriott Hotel at the old airport. The internal of the hotel has been redecorated in the airplane theme and even though an old hotel the renovations have been recent. We haven’t done much today but tomorrow is a mystery tour which should be good as the Beatles music era is our era.
16th June 2005
From the Docks area we collect the Tour Director who is a twin for John Cleese from “Faulty Towers” and a personality to match. The first stop is the 20th Century Liverpool Cathedral set high on a hill overlooking an old cemetery and park which is only accessible through a tunnel, some fascinating old headstones. Now the best part of the tour and we retrace the Beatles fame to Cavern Pub, Penny Lane, Sgt Peppers Inn and many more famous landmarks made famous through their songs. A very interesting observation as we travel through Liverpool is the colour of their rubbish bins - purple - it is the colour of the Liverpool soccer teams mixed together and this was the end result. We collect the remainder of the tour and continue to the M6, through some beautiful countryside, over the Cambrian Mountain range to Lake Windermere where there is a cruise waiting for some of us. This is the largest lake in the Lakes District, drizzling rain but still a pleasant couple of hours. Windermere was the headquarters of the Windermere Iron Steamboat Company so there are some large homes and hotels around the lake’s edge; the lake is 10 miles in length. Before we head to our accommodation for the night we stop at a lovely little village of Grasmere, home and burial place of William Wordsworth (1850, his wife Mary (1859) ) and his family members. The rain is starting to get heavy but this does not stop us walking to the church and graveyard, a warm cuppa in the local café or a visit to the Peter Rabbit and his Friends shop, full of memorabilia. Close by at Ambleside over the Stock Ghyll, a brook or small creek, is a 16th Century Bridge house, the world’s smallest house, and still in it living an elderly man. It once housed a family, this way the family did not have to pay land tax as his house was over a creek and water. It is starting to get late so we continue to the Swallow Inn on Gallows’ Hill in Carlisle, a border town, it is not a great hotel to stay in, very run down and a great “rabbit warren” of rooms and hallways.
17th June 2005
We start again in the Lakes District and a surprise as we detour to Hadrian’s Wall, left over from the Roman Days, take time out to photograph and walk parts of it and then continue to Gretna Green, known for runaway weddings. We are now in Scotland. A little disappointed the Wedding Chapel has become so touristy, there is a wedding taking place so it is closed off for some time. A tour of the original Blacksmiths Shop, Chapel and accompanying rooms. Beside the bus is a field with some Scottish Highland cattle, one is black with a white band around its stomach and the other looks like a long haired Yak, they are known as Moolies. Onto Glasgow, a very large city and we are staying at the Radisson Hotel in the centre of town, a lovely posh hotel but very close to the “red light area”. Our meal tonight is at one of the best restaurants in town - ℒ27:00 each - the meal and service are excellent but the seating is on stools so no backs and very uncomfortable. Not sure if the reason behind this is just a modern/yuppy look or so that the customer will eat and leave and not dawdle around. If the reason is the later then the plan worked as we were back at the Hotel by 8.30pm. Grabbed some of the Aussies and went across the road to the pub and a drink as Glasgow is very lively at night and entertainment stays open long hours.
18th June 2005
Only a short drive and we are in the Scottish Highlands, mist and drizzle. We stop for a cruise up Loch Lomond, so peaceful and quiet. Onwards to the historic town of Fort William in the shadows of Ben Nevis, today there is no visibility so we just have to guess where the mountain should be. This is an old seaside town with quaint little shops and heaps of whiskey sales, so many different types. A short drive through the forests to the docks at Mailaig where we are to catch the ferry to the Isle of Skye (Isle of Mist) the home of Clan McLeod. The ride is about 30 minutes and we discover they serve the worst cup of coffee we have ever tasted so most of it goes over the side. A drive from Ardvasar to Portree to the Hotel at Kyleakin, stop for any supplies as all businesses are closed on Sunday on the Island, the predominant religion is Free Church of Scotland and the only activity performed on a Sunday is a visit to the local church. The King Arms Hotel is a very old National Trust listed building and rather impressive as it sits on the foreshore, it has Scotch patterned carpets, a bit of a rabbit warren, no showers but has such character and so lovely, we are on the second floor and facing onto the beach so feel I will enjoy the stay. Before tea we go for our usual walk to the pier and the castle ruins, After a lovely meal, a Canadian couple and us take a drink across to the foreshore and sit there for a while as the sun goes down, so peaceful and quiet. In the distance you can see the bridge which joins the island to Scotland, this bridge when first built charged a very high tariff but this has since been lifted and the drive across is free, thus attracting more tourists.
19th June 2005
After a quick breakfast we go for a lovely long and quiet walk to the castle ruins, everyone in the town is still in bed as there was a music festival on the other side of the island so a lot of traffic and noise during the night. Misty and light rain. The history of the island is very interesting and tied up with the Battle of Glen Coe, Bonnie Prince Charlie and Flora McDonald. We stop at the local cemetery where Flora is buried, the Black houses that have no chimneys and an exhilarating view of McQueen’s Finger - a point on the side of the cliffs in memory of a race between the Clan McQueen and Clan McDonald and lastly we climb to the lookout at Kilt Rock. After a drive around the other side of the Isle we arrive back in time for a quick lunch and then across to Scotland and Nessie. We retrace our steps to see Nessie and at the top of a hill overlooking Loch Ness stop to take photos of Nessie’s lake. The closest we will see of the Loch Ness Monster is a replica in a man-made pond by the side of the road; no tours will take a cruise on this lake. What is everyone afraid of? We continue to Glenn Coe where we listen to the murderous history of the McDonald Clan. This site is owned by National Trust so we have free entry to the Thatched House, the original hospital for the injured at the battle, and its history. The Moor where the Battle of Culloden was fought on 16th April 1746 and the graves of all the highlanders who fought for Scotland and Prince Charlie are marked by the names of the clans, the site is extremely well set out and would have liked to spend some more time on the Moor but we are on a tight schedule. Newtownmore and the Highlands here we come, we are staying at the “Highlander Motel”, a motel often used in the series “Monarch of the Glen”. The drive through the Highlands is spectacular, misty mountains you could only half view, waterfalls and running creeks, paddocks of Heather not yet out in flower, steep valleys and mysterious crevices, drizzly rain for part of the drive. All of a sudden the village appears out of the mist and hills. At dinnertime there is a surprise, a piper pipes in the Haggis and the Burns poem is read. This is the first time I have ever seen Haggis and I am not real fussed on trying it but it is placed before us so have no choice. I am quite surprised as it tastes like spiced mince not offal as I have been told, served with mashed potato. Afterwards we locate the “Cat Trail” and follow it across the golf course and on to the river, beautiful wild flowers growing; this river is also used in the TV series. So quiet you can hear the water running,
20th June 2005
We head south to Blair Castle, the ancestral home of the Dukes and Earls of Atholl and the Murray Clan for over 700 years. On the tour is a Canadian Murray family and a direct descendant. The white castle is different to the other castles that we have seen and more like a large ancestral home, no photos are allowed inside the castle. At 11am the lone piper starts his walk in front of the castle, a tradition to wake the master of the house. The grounds are beautiful, so green and manicured and the trees and plants well tended, some of the trees would be originals they are so large. Onto Perth where the farmers grow raspberries under large plastic covers and then Dundee and across the Firth of Tay to St Andrew’s, home of FLOG now known as GOLF, the game banned by James 6th. Even though neither of us are golf fanatics it felt great to walk on the fields and paths where the greats have walked and played. I am surprised that the playing fields are not as great looking as some in Queensland, the ground looks hungry even though green. The Golf house is spectacular but only members are allowed in there. There is scaffolding up around the 18th hole area as the Open Tournament is due to commence in a few weeks, I am surprised that they allow people to walk around the course. We have some time in this delightful little village. After we all climb aboard the coach we are on our way over the Tighe River which joins the Atlantic Ocean, to the capital of Scotland, Edinburgh, where we will be staying in the Holiday Inn situated next to the Edinburgh Zoo, a very clean city and so much history.
With a couple free hours we go in search of a post Office to post home a tube of maps, this time we get asked the question “do we deliver to Australia?” Not sure where they think we are from, so Russell gives the Pakistani attendant a short history lesson. Postage . Tonight is the highlight of the Scottish section of the tour, a dinner and cabaret, “Scotland the Show”, the sound of the bagpipes, swirl of the kilt, the music and dance of the Celts, food and wine. Again we have the haggis piped in with the chef, the reading of the poem and the piper so a grand entry. I find the Scottish Dancing not as full of life as the Irish, more like ballet as their shoes are quiet and their costumes not as colourful but I do enjoy the bagpipes. On the way home the bus stops so we can see the Castle all lit up on the hill, it seems so lonely and barren sitting up there on its own.
21st June 2005
We leave early for for a city tour, collect our kilted guide with the great sense of humour and booming voice, and away to Edinburgh Castle. The castle is so large and windy that one could spend several hours wandering around; the views of Edinburgh are amazing. The Scottish Crown Jewels are on display but no cameras are allowed inside and the room is heavily guarded. There are so many attractions to see, Mons Meg the massive gun standing outside St Margaret’s Chapel and made at Mons in 1449AD, the colourful Queen’s Guards and soldiers, Argyle Tower added to the castle in 1887, Half Moon Battery from 1571AD, the original medieval Lang Stairs, Governor’s House built in 1742 and still in use today as the Officers’ Mess with the Lodgings for the Gunners Storekeeper in the wings and the magnificent St Margaret’s Chapel from 1142AD and still in use today over 900 years later. Flowers can be left at St Margaret's but only if you have Margaret in your name. King Robert the Bruce guards the front entrance; he was a visitor in 1314. So much history in this Castle!! Our drive through the streets of Edinburgh, the old and new sections of the city are again full of history with the Grey Fryer’s Bobby, Old Carton Cemetery, Livingston’s memorial, the left-handed Royal Mile Stairway, Museum of childhood, Duke of Wellington and Nelson’s Monument (1807)and Time Ball (1852), Church of Scotland Headquarters, National Art Gallery and these are only a few of the sights. So many and so little time, perhaps another visit at another time. Tonight we take a 30 minute drive through lovely countryside to Crammond to the Twin Bridges Hotel and a traditional Scottish Pub meal and a piper with a great sense of humour. He is an elderly man but has a wide range of repertoire including “Waltzing Matilda”. Robert Louis Stevenson stayed in this Inn in exchange for a month’s free accommodation while he wrote the famous “Treasure Island”. The sun going down over the two lovely bridges is a lovely ending to the outings as a group.
22nd June 2005
With the driver dressed in his Football kilt we are away and a coffee stopover in Jedburgh and we are at the Scottish/England border Stone ready to cross over and nearly at the end of the tour. A lone piper pipes us across, the bus silent. We are now on our way to York, a quick orientation tour of the city .The guide takes us on a short walk tour and Russell and I both decide to split as there is so much to see and only a few hours to do it in. He decides on the Vikings City and June, a New Zealand passenger, and I visit the York Minster built in 1220AD and a walking tour of the centre of town including a visit to “Bettys”, well known for her excellent éclairs. The centre is covered in potted plants, some on the ground others hanging, known for Guy Fawkes, ancient walls of York, Church of St Helen 12th century. The York Minster with its massive coloured windows is probably one of the loveliest Cathedrals I have visited on the tour, it is also the only church brochure that I have collected that states it was once a Catholic Church until the reformation takeover and changes implemented by King Henry 8th.
23rd June 2013
This is the final day on the trip and even though I have enjoyed the time I must admit it will be nice to do something on our own and not to a schedule. Our first stop is Coventry at the two Cathedrals of St Michael the Archangel, the bombed remains and the 20th Century Cathedral. During WW2 the city of Coventry was bombed by Germany, the British Government knew it was coming because they had cracked the German code but couldn’t do anything special for defence as this would have shown they had cracked the code so the bombing was with the full knowledge of Winston Churchill and the loss of many thousands of people and buildings including the Cathedral. On the front of the new Cathedral is a very Interesting sculpture of St Michael and the Devil, the original Cathedral is just a shell with several memorials in it but the new one is very modern but no photos are allowed inside so I didn’t stay long. Onto Ann Hathaway’s Cottage and the group photo and a very quick look around, then straight to a lunch break and free time at Stratford upon Avon and Shakespeare country. This is an extremely old village and very expensive to buy into real estate. The whole town is based around Shakespeare as he was born here and buried in the local St Trinity Church. His wife, Anne Hathaway, and several other family members are also buried behind the altar gates in this church. It is a very interesting little place and would have liked more time to have a good look around. The remainder of the drive to the M1 and London is completed in silence, traffic is starting to build up even though it is only early afternoon, rather hot and humid when we arrive but straight to our room after sorting the paperwork and organising a London bus day trip for tomorrow.
24th June 2005
We are soon on our way to the motorway and traffic jams, it is only 2pm and the four lanes are completely full of cars as well as major road works around the entrance to Heathrow making the entry a little tricky. We still have some four hours before departure so make for the Customs area to have our passports checked, we are all of a sudden feeling extremely exhausted. Sunset through the windows and across the landing planes is magnificent as we head towards the departing terminal and the end to a magnificent adventure to our ancestors country, a trip I will remember for a life time. We are home, exhausted but so pleased to have visited the areas of the old ancestral families that I have been researching and to verify the information that I have collected and collated over the years in my quest for family history.