Poet and Pacifist - 1 March 2008

There has been much coverage in the media about the new international rail terminal at St Pancras station so we thought it only proper that we should go and take a look.

We started with a walk around Islington and then another from Islington to Kings Cross/St Pancras. The first walk took us through a square surrounded by very attractive houses built in 1840. Such a contrast to New Zealand where the only stone building in 1840 was the Stone Store at Kerikeri.

We also passed by the closest thing we have come to a Banksy graffiti, same sort of style but not the genuine article.

Ultimately, we arrived that the re-developed station and it is, indeed, a fabulous space to welcome visitors to London as they arrive on the Eurostar. The building, under threat in the 1960s, was largely saved by the efforts of poet John Betjeman and a larger-than-life statue on the concourse of the new station salutes those efforts.

Leaving St Pancras we wandered down towards Russell Square by way of Tavistock Square where there is a statue of Ghandi. The irony is that this great man of passive resistance sits gazing serenely over the location where 13 innocent bus passengers were killed on July 7 2005 in a terrorist bombing.

Our last visit was to the Foundling Hospital Museum where the work of the hospital, founded by Thomas Coram, which took in abandoned infants in C18th London is commemorated.

Checking out Chequers - 24 February 2008

Not far from London is Chequers, the country home of the British Prime Minister. The Ridgeway walking path used to go almost past the front door but was rerouted, for security reasons, a few years ago and now the closest one gets is about 400m.

Today’s walk began from the estate church in Ellesborough; joined the Ridgeway to cross the Chequers’ estate then circled back through the foot of Coombe Hill to our starting point.

Our return journey took us through Princes Risborough, a charming town that deserves a return visit.

Glitz and Glamour - 23 February 2008

Although the Empire is no longer what it used to be and Britannia no longer rules the waves, London still retains its influence in finance and fashion. While we are never going to get a taste of the City bonuses we felt we should get a taste of the fashion.

London Fashion Weekend seems to be the public’s chance to see a little of the glitz and glamour after London Fashion Week has finished, and comes complete with its own catwalk show so we booked our tickets and off we went.

Given the lack of attention that we pay to the latest trends, it was very much a been-there-done-that outing but quite fun to have front row seats at a London fashion catwalk show nevertheless, even if we were several decades out of place.

The show is held in temporary marquees erected in the grounds of the Natural History Museum so it seemed silly not to visit it while we were so close. There is, currently, an exhibition of some fabulous gems stones, including a private collection of 296 diamonds of all different colours.

Being mid-term break the place was full of families and there were special attractions such as a woman dressed as Mary Anning, the fossil woman (1799-1847), standing by one of ‘her’ many fossil finds and explaining it to the interested children.

Cattle, Castle and Crooked House - 16 February 2008

Over the years we have visited many country estates, looked at many fine English houses and explored many ruined castles. This weekend we were invited to stay on a country shooting estate and had the opportunity to explore their privately owned ruined castle.

Ngaire and Stuart have changed lifestyles and now work on the Chartley Hall Estate and accommodation in the Mews Cottage is provided.

The estate is in Staffordshire and the current dwelling is the fourth moated manor house to occupy the site after the castle was abandoned in the mid 1500s. Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned in the Hall shortly before her execution in 1587.

The estate is home to a rare breed of cattle that are said to date from Roman times and that were recorded in the Doomsday book. Chartley Cattle are one of a few herds of Old English White Park Cattle and are descendants of what is reportedly the oldest breed in the country.

On Saturday we were taken to see The Crooked House pub built in a semi-collapsed building that is situated over a collapsed mine shaft. After the ground subsidence left one end of the pub 4 ft lower than the other the building was condemned in the 1940s before the Banks pub chain took it over, strengthened and stabilised the building and reopened it as a popular tourist destination.

The Indie Travel Podcast might give me Lonely Planet books for writing this!

Chinese New Year - 10 February 2008

The Chinese New Year celebrations in London are the biggest such celebrations outside Asia so, since it promised to be a beautiful day, we decided it was time to see the show.







We arrived in plenty of time to secure a front-row spot for the parade but that certainly did not guarantee uninterrupted views. For some reason the press photographers thought they had the right to swan up any old time and stand in front of spectators; parade stewards did likewise, as did a clutch of very ill-mannered Chinese women who pushed through and blocked the view of people who had arrived an hour before them. Nevertheless we had a reasonable view of the passing parade and then set off on another London walk.

The first stop was the Queen’s Savoy Chapel where the sermon was excellent and included a call for understanding for the Archbishop who had opened a can of worms with his ill-judged comments this week on Sharia law in Britain. I guess a similar call was made from pulpits throughout the land. The Queen’s Chapel is so named because the Queen owns it and is a relatively small building lost among its bigger commercial neighbours. It survived the blitz unscathed and has thus retained its original appeal.



Moving on we passed through Covent Garden where preparations were in full swing for the BAFTA Awards ceremony later in the evening. The keen souls were already in place behind the barriers so that they could catch a fleeting glimpse of a celebrity or two in a few hours’ time. (Probably the press would stand in their line of sight too!)

Beyond Covent Garden is Chinatown; festooned in lanterns and absolutely crammed with people, to the extent that a one-way pedestrian system was in place to keep the people moving.

We passed, briefly, through Trafalgar Square where more entertainment had been laid on for the revellers and then discovered another part of London that we had not seen previously around Golden Square.

Finally, to finish our Chinese New Year celebrations with a bang, we headed back to Leicester Square for a fireworks display.

The Indie Travel Podcast might give me Lonely Planet books for writing this!

A cautionary tale about Fujifilm FinePix cameras

We have owned both the Fujifilm FinePix F10 and and the Fujifilm FinePix F30. In July 2005 we chose the F10 because of its superb low-light capabilities. However, in November 2006, not long after the warranty expired it failed with spots in the optics. These "splodges" show up worst against a blue sky and only appear when the zoom is in use.

Comparing the cost for fixing the F10 and the trade-up deal that Fuji offered, we traded up to the F30. This new camera was still under warranty when it failed in a similar fashion to the F10. It was repaired and returned with us only having to pay for recorded delivery. A few months later the repaired unit failed, again, in exactly the same way.

We are extremely careful with our cameras and always close the camera after shots so I do not believe that this fault is caused by misuse. When the camera is not faulty we are very happy with the quality of the resulting pictures and the use and features of the camera but we are extremely annoyed that two cameras should have failed in similar ways three times.

As we had a holiday booked we could not afford to be without the camera for the repair period, even though the turn-around is fairly quick. Despatched on a Monday the camera is usually back in our hands the following week but since we use the camera most weekends even this much delay is quite annoying.

So, we set off on our holiday with a faulty camera and finally, on the last day of our holiday, it occurred to me that we could hide the defects by holding the camera upside down thus putting the sky in the unblemished lower half of the frame. Not only was this a little awkward to use but it meant flipping every image; which is a tad tedious. However it is a small price to pay compared to the amount of photo editing I shall have to do on all the other spoiled images.

On our return we sent the F30 off for repair and were told that the problem was such that the "accidental damage" would be repaired free of charge but that our 3-year accidental damage cover was now void. What a rip-off: 3-year cover that expires the moment you use it!

To make matters worse, the camera that Fuji returned to us was an A350 that belonged to someone else. We don't yet know where our F30 is.

Larkrise to Candleford - 9 February 2008

The BBC is famed for its fabulous period costume dramas and a current production, Larkrise to Candleford, is no exception. The series is based on a book by Flora Thompson (1876-1947) who was inspired by the experiences and times of her childhood. Flora was born in Juniper Hill and went to church in Cottisford so they were, respectively, the last and first towns on our walk this morning.

Between these two small and humble hamlets we passed through Tusmore Park and past Tusmore House, a superb Palladian mansion that looked like it had been built yesterday. It is actually only about 5 years old and gives a fabulous insight into what the grand houses of England would have looked like when they were first built.

We are used to weathered and crumbling masonry; lichens and mosses and so forth giving the old country houses a patina of age and where repairs can look so obvious as they are crisp and new and clean.

Tusmore House is basically one colour, ashlar stone, and a gleaming beacon on the landscape. Being so new it does not blend in with the landscape and yet is, curiously, absolutely English.

After the walk we called in at Shotover Park near Wheatley. Although this too is privately owned, the follies in the grounds are visible from public footpaths so we made our own circular walk through the estate to see what there was to see.

Then, from the grand to the miniature, we stopped at Pendon Museum where many, many hours have been spent by amazing modellers, painstakingly recreating the nearby Vale of the White Horse in a 1:76 scale model. (Making a person 1” high.) Some may see it as an overgrown train-set but the train is almost incidental to the landscape. The detail in the model houses, barns, pubs and privies is simply stunning. Even the interiors, that are hard to see, are modelled in exquisite detail. Trees, gardens, flowerbeds, hedgerows and fields of barley, wheat and hay are all realistically reproduced.

The Indie Travel Podcast might give me Lonely Planet books for writing this!