Dubrovnik – 10 September 2010

Gatwick airport was a breeze on a Friday, and we were there by train, checked in and drinking coffee 2.5 hours from walking out our front door. While 2.5 hours from door to check in seems remarkable for Londoners, it was only another 2.5 hours until we touched down in Dubrovnik.

We left cloudy London and swapped it for cloudy/showery Dubrovnik. But apart from that similarity, they are worlds apart. We had booked an apartment near the central area of the old town, and after checking in with the mother of the owner, set off to explore the walled town.

We found it quite captivating, no wonder it is a UNESCO protected town. From the marble central main road (all pedestrianised), to the two old monasteries, everything is crisp, clean and well restored. They had a huge restoration job after a major battle in 1991. We saw canon holes in one of the monastery walls, and the unfortunate miss-match of roof tile colour, is a grim reminder of how much must have been destroyed. That said, an amazing effort has been made to restore the town to its former glory.

The old town has many wonderful buildings – including churches, art galleries, two historic monasteries and an idyllic harbour. Of course food choices are too numerous to make a decision easy, but as Italian fare is the most common, we opted for this at Tony's spaghetteria and each enjoyed delicious pasta.

MG's & Aircraft – 5 September 2010

The MG Y Type Club had an extra outing this year, to the annual flying day at the Shuttleworth Collection.

We met at Woburn, and set out on a driving tour, which turned out to be more tricky than usual. It is always important to keep a careful check on the next instruction on these excursions, but we first ran into trouble a couple of miles from the start, when a Road Closed sign appeared on the road we were supposed to take. This caused rather a detour, and we were able to work out when we had resumed the route, only to be stumped a short time later, by the printers omitting an entire page from the instructions!! The organiser kindly led us through the missing instructions, until we could resume following the printed instructions again. This all added to the fun, and we enjoyed the picturesque villages on the route.

The Shuttleworth Collection is a unique collection of mainly early planes, many from the two World Wars.

Despite being rather windy, most planes were able to take part in the displays, and we enjoyed the wide variety of small planes from a tri-plane to a recently built old-time kitset plane. The MG's owners enjoyed the view from reserved parking as close to the flight-line as was possible even though we arrived well after most of the other spectators.

Thameside – 4 September 2010

We had signed up for one of the infrequent Saturday openings of an original 'Arts & Crafts' house on the banks of the Thames at Hammersmith. This was a fascinating look at a house which has remained unchanged for about 150 years. It was decorated in the 1920's, by Emery Walker, a friend an neighbour of William Morris, the whole house was full of handmade items/paintings by various famous names of the era, absolutely delightful.

We were reminded that this weekend may be our last chance to enjoy the summer, so decided to follow the Thames out of London, around the Windsor area. There are still areas relatively close to London, which are new to us. We found the largest area of lowland heathland in England on Cobham Common. The heather was still in bloom, and we were able to enjoy a walk in the sun.

Much of the land around Windsor Castle belongs to the Crown, and there are many pleasant drives through forests, and beside lakes and on one of these roads, beside Virginia Water, we came across the remains of a Roman Temple. Apparently it was shipped back from the Roman city of Leptis Magna in Libya in 1816 and given to the Prince Regent.

We ended the day at Bray, another Thames-side town This delightful town is home to anomalies such as the Fishmongers Jesus Hospital and two Michelin Star restaurants. We didn't venture into either.

Linz and around – 30 August 2010

After a leisurely breakfast we set off to cover the remaining few kilometres to Linz. A short detour off the direct route took us through Kefermarkt to see the carved altar screen in the church there. It appeared to compare very well with the one we saw at Rothenburg ob der Tauber, with one important advantage, this one was free to visit. The three saints in the centre are life-size and the intricate filigree carving above the screen reaches 13m high. While the name of the carver has been lost over the years, the details of his work are as sharp as ever.

Arriving at Linz we briefly visited the main square; but the weather wasn't conducive to lingering so had a look at the extremely well done “Story of Linz” at the tourist office which, although very impressively lit and displayed (including Hitler's triumph return to his home-town) was all in German and not conducive to lingering and reading either so we left and drove a short distance along the Danube to Wilhering.

Lingering was definitely in order at the church in the monastery here: It is Rococo gone wild. The walls and ceiling are covered in vibrant paintings, plaster and marble figures accented in gold and one could spend hours looking at all the details of the work here. Built in 1733 it rivals Wieskirche in Germany for extravagance of décor.

Back in Linz we crossed the Danube and drove up the hill to Postlingberg where the views are fabulous and where the steepest adhesion railway in the world terminates. Built in 1898 as a day-trip destination, the Postlingberg-Schlossl was owned by the railway developers and is now a classy restaurant where we felt compelled to sample the wares before heading back across the Danube to find the airport and reluctantly leave Austria.

Back to Austria – 29 August 2010

Leaving Cesky Krumlov we moved a little northeast to Cesky Budejovice as we thought we needed to fill in some time before our next intended stop although this proved to be a faulty assumption. Budjovicr translates as Budwies and the Budvar (Budweiser) brewery is nearby.

We had just walked into one of Europe's largest town squares when some of Europe's largest raindrops began to fall so we retired to a cafe for our morning coffee while the heavens opened. The downpour did not last long so we set off to explore the square and the rest of the town. However, it was only a temporary lull so we beat a hasty retreat to the car and headed south towards the sun and the Austrian border.

Just a little north of the Austrian border is the town of Vyssi Brod and the Rozmberk nad Vltavou Castle. The Rosenberg (Rozmberk) family were related to the family that owned Cesky Krumlov and at one stage when the male line died out, the same family owned both of these castles and estates.

The Buquoy family turned a number of rooms into a “museum” in the 1900s and the tour of this area is supplemented with a tour of the staterooms in another part of the castle and a climb to the top of the “English” tower.

It is most interesting that the locals copied the English styles while the English were busily emulating the French who were probably copying the Italians who .... What is it about the grass on the other side of the fence?

Having spent our last Czech krona it was time to slip back into the Euro zone and take a look at Freistadt, a little south of the border. Although founded in 1220, most of that which remains in today's charmingly compact historic Altstadt was built in the 14th and 15th centuries. We decided to stay here for the night and did the city walk through the old quarter, again dodging the rain showers.

With the walk completed and the sky clear and blue we had just enough time to retrace our inbound route back towards the boarder and Kershbaum where a small section of the horse-drawn railway remains in working order. We arrived just as they were about to finish for the day but in time to see them move the horse from one end of the coach to the other, there being no “front” or “back” and take the horse and carriage back to the museum.

This railway which originally ran 120km from Linz to Cesky Budejovice, was the first ever railway in Continental Europe. Now only fragments of the original tracks from1828 remain but the coach was been beautifully restored or maintained and the coachmen were wonderfully decked out in their period costumes.

Cesky Krumlov – 28 August 2010

Many years ago Russell & Jill told us of a great spot they had discovered in the Czech Republic, Cesky Krumlov. When we visited Prague the connections were not suitable for a side trip so the brochure languished at the bottom of the drawer until recently when, upon re-reading, the fact that the nearest airport was Linz rang a little bell as Ryanair now fly to Linz.

Putting two and two together and a long weekend, we flew on Friday to Linz and drove across the border to Cesky Krumlov. There was little time to do anything on Friday, apart from enjoy a really excellent dinner at Mastal.

Rain was forecast for the whole weekend as a front moved over the central European area, so we were not surprised to wake up on Saturday to a grey day. This seemed an excellent time to visit the castle complex near our hotel. We were able to do an English castle tour in the morning, although it turned out we were the only ones on the tour, for whom English was our first language (including the guide). The castle is huge and the tour a fascinating insight into the history of the area, including one owner who only had a son and heir after 13 years separation from his wife up until the time when the castle was confiscated by the Nazis.

By the time we finished, we were amazed to find the sun shining. This set the theme for the day, sun and clouds alternating, but not the promised rain. As a result, we enjoyed strolling around this very well restored medieval town. About half the town appears to be accommodation, and the remaining half is restaurants and cafes. While the town is extremely well presented at present we did see a display in a shop window of its condition before the restoration work began in the 1960s; it certainly would not have attracted the streams of tourists as it was back then.

In the afternoon we booked to join an English tour of the castle theatre. This is only one of two original baroque theatres left in the world, and it is really quite amazing. The original stage sets, interiors, costumes, music scores and behind the scenes mechanical contraptions to create sound and lighting effects still survive. They do have about six productions here a year, and that would be wonderful to attend. As it was, we found the tour really interesting, and would recommend it. Using only hand-powered wooden machinery the stage-hands could change the complete scene in 10-15 seconds and to this day they have no idea how the stage-hands under the stage controlling the sets and the stage-hands above the action, controlling the back-drops and curtains, coordinated their actions.

Our final tourist activity was to climb the castle tower to enjoy a great view over the castle and town. From many points in the Castle and Tower as well as vantage points along the river, one can watch the brave souls shoot the weir in rubber rafts or canoes. Most enjoy the thrill but every so often some take a spill. There did seem to be a pattern today, canoes with two guys were much more likely to end up upside down than canoes with a male-female crew. It is probably a gung-ho testosterone thing with the all male crews compared to the more cautious approach for those who are likely to be in serious trouble for dumping their female partner in the river. Whatever the reason it provided great entertainment for the land-loving spectators.


Friday's restaurant was recommended by the hotel receptionist; Saturday's restaurant – Krcma Barbakan - was highly recommended by travellers on Trip Advisor. Unfortunately we disagreed with visitors who said it was the best meal they had had in the Czech Republic. They obviously didn't sample the really excellent food we had last night at Mastal.

In search of heather – 21,22 August 2010

Despite previously going north to Yorkshire and the Peak District in August to see heather blooming, we have never caught it at its best in Sussex, right on London's doorstep. This year we were determined to change that. So, although the forecast was for overcast weather in Sussex on Saturday, we set out, and ran into drizzle before we even arrived. To give the rain a chance to clear, we visited the Priest's House in West Hoathly. This 14th century house was restored 100 years ago, and is a fascinating house/museum. The garden was too damp to explore, so we travelled onto Hartfield for a “cream tea” lunch at 'Pooh Corner'. This delightful town is near where AA Milne lived and wrote his famous children's books.

We were determined to see the heather despite the rain, so drove south from Hartfield, where the heather was looking stunning, through the misty rain. At the top of the hill, where normally there is a lookout, the mist was so thick, we turned round and headed back to London.

On Sunday, the weather forecast was still bad for the south, so we headed north-west for Chorleywood. The common there has a few patches of heather, so we had to be satisfied with that.

Moving on to the Chilterns we had morning tea beside the Pitstone Windmill, the oldest windmill in the British Isles. From there a pleasant drive across the countryside, dotted with lovely villages, brought us to Claydon House. This house appears plain from the outside, but the lavish interiors bankrupted the then owner of the property. The main entry room is full of wooden carved wall and ceiling decorations. The remaining principal rooms have plaster decorations on the walls and ceilings; they are all totally stunning. Now in the care of the NT, although still lived in the descendants of the original family, we were, most unusually, allowed to take photos of the architectural features.

The garden is still cared for by the family, and as we were about to leave, we discovered our own family were visiting at the same time. So it turned out to be a family day for us too!

We travelled on in convoy to another nearby NT house also still lived in by the donor's family. The Rothschild's Ascot House has to be the most stunning weekend retreat we have ever seen. Filled with wonderful art works and priceless Chinese porcelain, it is a really wonderful place to visit. The gardens are equally stunning, and the tree plantings are very picturesque.

Our day ended with a lovely canal-side dinner with Ngaire, Stuart and Laura.