Dunkerque / Dunkirk

The story of the heroic rescues at Dunkirk has long fascinated me.  I haven’t seen the movie (It sounds too harrowing). Our plan is to follow part of the WWI trail in France but we both wanted to see the Dunkirk beach. Derek drove from Calais to Dunkerque (no mishaps on the right side of the road) and we visited the Dunkerque 1940s Museum.

Over 330,000 allied soldiers were evacuated during Operation Dynamo, including 120,000 French soldiers. The French army held the road so that the British soldiers could make it to the beach at Dunkirk. Although the mission started as a secret, the arrival of thousands of soldiers onto English soil meant the secret was out well before the evacuation was complete. Sadly, within days most of the rescued French soldiers were returned to France where they were killed or captured when France surrendered to the Germans.

Later, we enjoyed a few hours walking along the beautiful beach, thinking about events which occurred in WWII, and adjusting to being in France. They have nice ice-cream here.

Border Crossing to Calais

Oh, bad, very bad…

Decided this was not a photo op. Derek was stopped at border control after routine scanning of bags, while going through customs to board the Eurostar train to France. Not too worried at first – we are used to having food bags inspected (gluten free supplies). But it wasn’t the gluten free crackers or the ice bricks – it was our old camping knife, somehow having made its way to the other side of the world.

The first guard showed it to another guard, who showed it to another guard, and then another guard came over. Derek said he didn’t want the knife anyway – but received a minimal response.

Meanwhile, I am in everybody’s way with my luggage in the queue, so I go through and leave Derek to his fate. “I’ll see you on the other side”, I said. As I’m swamped again in the next crowd, I turn back and Derek smiles at me reassuringly. This is so unusual that I feel the first alarm. The second wave of alarm is when my view is blocked by border police.

Fortunately, I did see Derek on the other side of customs. Apparently carrying a kitchen knife around the UK is an offence. Good to know.

Apparently, the conversation went something like this.

“Can I see your passport?”

“Another Australian!”

“Is it an offence to carry around a knife in Australia?”

“Uh, no.”

“Have you been on Eurostar before?”

“No.”

“Are you stupid?”  OK, I made that up – they were courteous London police.

Must have been convincing because Derek ended up sitting beside me as we rolled through the channel to Calais.

London by Lists

“You’d think this town would have more excitement, wouldn’t you, like fireworks or something.”    Derek – London Day 1

“London grows on you.”   Derek – London Day 3

“London’s Fun.”    Derek – London Day 5

On Days One and Two, London did seem surprisingly tame – it lacks the sirens of Edinburgh and the brashness of Brighton. Everyone is polite and helpful. If they think we’re idiots, they have the courtesy not to show it.

The brilliant museums in London hold enough information to overwhelm on the moment of entering. On different days we explored the Natural History Museum, National Gallery, British Museum and Science Museum. I think the ideal approach for these museums would be in 20-minute relaxed blocks every few days for hundreds of years, but we went for the look around until your head explodes option.

London’s large. Here’s how we relaxed between museums:

  • Sailed on a sedate cruise to Greenwich to see the Royal Observatory (where time begins and ends).
  • Looked at lots of armour and crown jewels in the Tower of London. The Tower wasn’t on my bucket list – too much tragedy and betrayal – but visiting it has helped me to fill in a few more dots of the historical picture building in my head.
  • Successfully navigated the underground.
  • Sat at the front of a double-decker bus to view London from the air and see the terrified faces of the drivers as we narrowly avoided collisions.
  • Saw the memorials at Westminster Abbey. We were pleased to see David Livingstone remembered for his work toward abolishing the slave trade in Africa. Left with the heavy feeling I usually experience at funerals and was grateful to reach the sunshine.
  • Trawled through the Churchill War Rooms to learn about London during WWII and the eloquent, driven and brilliant Winston Churchill. It certainly seems credible that without his vision and the hope with which he inspired a nation, WWII would have had a vastly different outcome. The large memorial to Winston Churchill at Westminster Abbey is fitting.
  • Took a dislike to Harrods within seconds of entering, deepened by the sight of £20 small pies and £10 cupcakes – I understand that quality has a price but even without tasting these, I know it’s a name that’s being paid for here. We were probably out within two minutes of entering.
  • Saw the views across the Thames from Tower Bridge and London Bridge
  • Attended the Sunday morning service at Holy Trinity Brompton (where the Alpha course originated). The speaker was easy to listen to, and I appreciated the message. Decided my preference is not to have smoke machines at church.
  • Went to a service at St Pauls Cathedral and heard a Christian message of hope in Jesus’s death and resurrection. This time it was incense, processions and robes rather than smoke and cool moves. I wonder if the tradition of incense comes from the need to camouflage the musty smell of a centuries old mausoleum? I enjoyed hearing congregational singing along with the choir and powerful organ, and the structured prayer and readings.
  • Saw London from the heights of the 306m Shard – it was included in our well-used London Pass
  • Walked in the sunshine through Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park and St James Park
  • Joined the throngs outside Buckingham Palace and Kensington Palace. I don’t think anyone was home.
  • Sat on the open top of the Hop-on-Hop-Off Buses through the streets of London
  • Gazed upon the lions in Trafalgar Square by night
  • Queued (and queued)

It would be easy to spend a long time in London. I’m glad we saw it in sunshine.

York – Things I Forgot

We arrived in York on a Sunday and visited York Minster Cathedral for their evensong service. The cathedral is a gothic building dating from the 13th century. We enjoyed hearing the organ and impressive boys choir, and during the message we learnt an unexpected amount about the history of York, Shakespeare, Britten, Arden, and Greek Drama. There was a context – it was about being authentic people.

During our tour of York North Moors, we visited Whitby, spent time in the ruins of the haunting Whitby Abbey, travelled by steam train to Hogsmeade Station, and visited Aidensfield (fictional town in the T.V. series Heartbeat). The moors are also the home of non-fictional veterinarian James Herriot. However, the producers considered Yorkshire Dales to be a prettier area to film, so the challenges faced by James Herriot were not among the rolling green hills shown in the TV show but in a starker land, less photogenic for the purposes of television.

York

We’re leaving York tomorrow and heading for London. Dreading it slightly – the crowds of Edinburgh were overwhelming and I am sure London will be challenging. York, however, was great fun. We wandered the cobbled streets, did a tour to the North York Moors (which would have been better shrouded in mist at the end of spring with the heather in full-bloom, but were still lovely), went to the Viking Museum (glad we got a discount – Lonely Planet have something to answer for regarding this recommendation) and, most happily for Derek, spent a few hours in the largest Railway Museum in the world. The Railway Museum was extensive, and I don’t think that there could possibly be any train or model train, or any historical detail regarding any train, that is omitted from the museum. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it too.

Edinburgh

It seemed I was surrounded by a sea of tourists as we were swept along the Royal Mile toward Edinburgh Castle. Fortunately, this is where we were headed too. Like lemmings, we gazed upon the Scottish Crown jewels, and the Stone of Destiny, which is probably destined never to return to its original home in Scone Castle (Perthshire). We then meandered slowly down the mile, stopping at too many tourist shops which all promised to be different to the rest (and weren’t).

As I write this, I realise I was overwhelmed not by crowds alone, but by my self-inflicted attempt to try and absorb centuries of history and conflict. Along the Royal Mile, we passed charming alleyways, the fascinating John Knox House, St Giles Cathedral, Holyrood Palace (the home of the Queen when in Edinburgh), and the Edinburgh Museum.

The following day we saw the Royal Britannia yacht, reputedly the one place in the world Queen Elizabeth thought she could truly relax. Useful skills to become a Royal Marine included the abilities to play an instrument in a band, and to dive under the yacht and check for bombs. The Marines were also expected to change uniform an average of eight times a day, and  pay for their own washing.

Our location in Edinburgh was extremely central and convenient for the places we wanted to see. I would gladly have exchanged the night-long sirens for longer walks or even a bus ride to the centre.

Loch Ness

No monster yet but I wait in anticipation. The biggest monsters here are the tourist traps, which we have avoided. The walks around lovely Loch Ness are mostly deserted. It’s drier here with evidence of the drought we have only heard about, and warmer. Here in the highlands of Scotland, we expected it to be very cold, but we have had warmer weather than at any time since Brighton. I expect Loch Ness is best seen in swirls of mist, but it is very pretty. We are staying in another (well-equipped and comfortable) converted garage. I suspect there will be a lot of these in Perth in years to come, if driverless cars can be booked on demand and people give up their cars. I wish that politicians would find a way to tackle the lack of water in our beautiful but arid country – I am sure that with a strong will to make and carry through on tough decisions, it is possible.

In short, we had a lovely time in Loch Ness – lots of low-key walking and relaxing.

Isle of Skye

Words cannot ever do beauty justice, and it seems lame to even try and describe the loveliness of Skye in the Inner Hebrides.

We met people who go to Skye every year and I understand. In sunshine, rain and mist, the mountains, moors, coastlines and streams of Skye are breathtaking. We only had two full days on Skye and concerned we would not get parking at the popular walks, we arose at 5.00am to beat the crowds. Other than serious photographers capturing the sunrise, we were rewarded with solitude. Despite sinking into mud with each step on the heather covered mountains, drenching my hiking boots at Fairy Pools (I fell crossing a stream) and walking through mist on the moors to a Neolithic village, I would not change anything.

Fort William – The Highlands Highest Peak

I’d like to come back here for a two-week walking holiday in the mountains near Fort William. Like the Isle of Skye, I think it needs two weeks to allow for variable weather, even in summer. The walk on the slopes of Glen Nevis to Steall Falls through Nevis Gorge was among the most beautiful I have ever experienced.