Thursday, June 27, 2019

TO LANCASTER AND BEYOND


THE LAKE DISTRICT OF ENGLAND 
Travels to England are about the family. Spending time with the grandchildren as they grow is extremely precious, so when Janet travels to England alone her time there is largely centered around changing nappies and cleaning up projectile vomit. Although, I must enviously report here that once Janet had the great opportunity to attend the World Worm Charming Championship when she once traveled to England without me. Lucky her to go from dirty diapers to dirty worms! 

Whenever we travel to England together though, we try to plan a little side trip, sometimes just the two us, sometimes with the kids. Of course, while in England most of our time is spent with the kids and in-laws, so our side trips are quick and brief, sometimes in one or two days. 
Llandudno, Wales
One trip we traveled to Edinburgh for single malts. One trip was to Belgium to drink beer. Another trip we drove across England with the kids to visit York, a walled city founded by the Romans and now a popular tourist town. We once traveled to Chester, another beautiful walled city that has the largest zoo in England. We went to the shore in Llandudno, Wales to walk the impressive pier there that dates from the late 1870's and gaze out onto the Irish Sea. Each of these two latter trips were close enough to Nantwich to explore in a day. 

SERENDIPITY AND CHANCE
This past trip Janet and I traveled to Lancaster, Lancashire. It was here while studying abroad at Lancaster University that Janet’s daughter met her future English husband. Janet had been there before and was so impressed with the city that she has often talked about returning. So, for our little two-day side trip during this most recent visit to England we decided to explore Lancaster, but then we got side-tracked. When the in-laws spoke glowingly about the beautiful Lake District, a large 900+ square mile park of mountains and lakes, we altered our two-day trip with another side trip into this beautiful slice of the world.

Lancaster
It's a three-hour plus train ride from Crewe to Lancaster. There's a certain charmless, dated feel to the Crewe station, kind of mirroring the town itself, but the trains are clean and quiet. Our scheduled train was late in arriving (we reserved tickets for a particular time). We were told that in case of a delay that we were to keep track of the time and to put in for a refund through a program called Delay Repay. We got Janet's son-in-law involved and he got us a £15 refund.

THAT would never happen on NJ Transit.

THE SUN HOTEL LANCASTER

Lancaster was hilly and sadly the downtown market area had its share of indigent types, but we stayed at the Sun Hotel, a very lovely inn that had the Lancaster Castle looming just up the street. Janet had been aglow over this old place since she stayed there last; she had visited her daughter during her semester here; and spoke often about wanting to show me this place, so we booked two nights here. Breakfast was included. The room was small, but clean and to reach it we had to climb stairs and walk down a few meandering hallways. All stone and weathered wood, I can understand why Janet wanted to return to this charming place.
Ashton Memorial,
Lancaster, UK

Exploring Lancaster is not easy because of the hills and we really had just the afternoon because we were traveling to Lake Windermere in the Lake District the next day. Despite the heat of the day, believe it or not in England it was unseasonably hot and sunny, we decided to climb up to Williamson Park. We were sweating a bit when we reached the pastoral 54-acre park after a mile and half climb to the highest elevation point in Lancaster, but it was worth the visit. Entrance to the cool leafy, woodland park dotted with ponds and fountains was free although there is a small fee for entry to the Butterfly House and Mini-Zoo, but our reason to make the climb was to reach the Ashton Memorial.

The Taj Mahal of the North
The Ashton Memorial is known as a “folly”, the official term for an ornamental building that has no practical purpose. It was commissioned by a Lancaster Industrialist in the early 1900’s to the memory of his wife. By the time the memorial was completed in 1909 the industrialist had remarried. Known by many derisive names, the Taj Mahal of the North fits the memorial the best.
the view from the Ashton Memorial

Standing 150 feet at the acme of Williamson Park the Ashton Memorial, our destination on this hot day, is a brilliant example of Edwardian Baroque architecture and it dominates the Lancaster skyline. From its parapet, where telescopes are conveniently located, one can see phenomenal views of the city and surrounding countryside. Families lolled about on the grass enjoying the sun. It was a good destination and after catching our breath we decided to reward ourselves with a stop for a pint. 
 
THE WHITE CROSS PUB,
LANCASTER
Down the hill, along the canal we stopped at the White Cross Pub. It’s in a renovated 130-year old building that was once a cotton mill. Brilliant sunlight cascaded in from the wall of windows that overlooked the canal. 

They offer a very wide assortment of beers here, from cask conditioned to craft beers. We took our beer outside to the water’s edge and sat at one of the picnic tables. It was a pleasant great stop.
MERCHANTS 1688

Merchants 1688
That first night in Lancaster we had a meal at Merchants 1688. Set in a former wine cellar, it’s kind of difficult to find because it’s underground just down the hill from the Lancaster Castle. Google directions had us directly over the place, but the entrance was further down. It was a bit confusing at first. We actually had to descend a few steps and then literally enter the hill. Great service, enchanting atmosphere, with curved stone ceilings for the dining rooms, we were able to take advantage of their Monday and Tuesday night special, where with the purchase of two entrees they give you a bottle of wine. We shared a wild mushroom and pecan risotto strudel. Janet had a Lancashire Hotpot and I had a Steak and Ale Pot Pie. 

THE LAKE DISTRICT
Despite our many trips to England in recent years we have yet to see all of its beauty. That’s why these little side trips are good for us. Our original intent was to only visit Lancaster, but when the in-laws spoke glowingly about the Lake District and its natural beauty, it was an easy choice to alter our plans to explore Lake Windermere.  Besides, Windermere was just a 45-minute train ride from Lancaster.

This 900+ square mile mountainous region in Cumbria is England’s largest park and is protected by law from over-development. There’s a lot to do here. With ten mountains at least 2,900 in elevation within the park, the Lake District is popular with serious hikers, but there are ample trails for easier walking. The official Lake District website has a list of trails and walks.


Off-roading adventures in rented Range Rover Defenders are available through Kankku (a bucket list item for me, though very expensive).

Beatrix Potter, the woman who wrote Peter Rabbit had her house in this area that is now maintained by the National Trust and open to the public, as well as a nearby “theme” park called the World of Beatrix Potter.


All were viable pursuits, but we were drawn to the area because of Lake Windermere and we only had the day!

Lake Windermere
The train ended in the town of Windermere a mile and a half from the lake. There was a whimsical enchanting feel to this little town, like it was the end of the world and beyond her yellow brick road gateway to the Lake District was an enchanting adventure patiently awaiting our arrival. There was a rustic feel when we first left the small train station, and when we descended into the town all the storefronts and cafes blossomed with flowers. Everything was gaily decorated and festive, not surprisingly because the entire area is geared toward tourism. Even the tourist office was bedecked with Peter Rabbit decorations and we were aided with such aplomb in getting our tickets for our eventual cruise that we knew all was right in the world. Cafes, pubs, stores were so inviting that if we weren’t drawn by the allure of the lake we may have been sidetracked.
The town of Windermere definitely felt different than anything we had previously experienced in our English travels.
 
A CAFE IN WINDERMERE
The mile plus walk to the lake was a gradual downhill slope and easy. The sun was brilliant and the day warm, but with a breeze so we were never too hot. There is a bus service from the train to the lake for a nominal fee and early on we decided to take it back up the hill.

As charming as the town of Windermere was, the town right on the lake, Bowness-on-Windermere seemed especially crammed and busy. With the lake imploring us to hurry we scooted along the busy streets and sidewalks brimming with people as quickly as possible to make the lakeside dock to take a cruise. Lake Windermere is England’s longest lake at 10.5 miles, and there are several ways to enjoy the open expanse of idyllic nature. One can hire a paddleboard or rowboat, canoe or kayak, and private hires of motor boats are available. Windermere is great for sailing and fishing too, but we decided to take a cruise with the aptly named Windermere Lake Cruises and just enjoy the brilliant mid-May sunshine and the countryside.
LAKE WINDERMERE RENTALS

Windermere Lake Cruises offers several excursions that are extremely popular and relatively inexpensive. We took their Red Cruise from Bowness-on-Windermere centrally located on Lake Windermere to Ambleside, the north end of the lake, for a round trip that was an easy, pleasant 75 minutes. Tickets were just £ 11.80. There was a slight discount when purchased beforehand at the tourist office located near the Windermere train station. Like us, many passengers decided to break up the trip into separate legs and got off in Waterside to explore the nearby town of Ambleside. There too was a bus into the town, but we walked. It was an easy level stroll and we got ice cream at a street vendor before we returned.  
MV TEAL

Many of the boats of Windermere Lake Cruises are listed on England’s National Historic Fleet. Traveling to Ambleside we were aboard the steamer Teal, built in 1936 and braved the blistering sun on her forward deck as we listened to the Captain point out different views from the lake. On our return leg we sat in the bow of the Tern, a mostly wooden steam powered yacht built in 1891 that was converted to diesel in 1956. Both beautiful vessels. There were a lot of English tourists aboard both legs enjoying the trip and surprisingly a large number of stern-faced Japanese tourists, many wearing protective medical masks for some odd reason.
MV TERN

Unwind by the water
Well, we had no such angst. The day spent on Lake Windermere deserved a return visit. The air was clear, the sky azure and the water placid and inviting. The whole day was relaxed but before our return trip we lingered over drinks at the Waterside Inn admiring our sense of adventure and reveling in our pursuit of happiness.
COCKTAILS AT THE WATEREDGE INN

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