25/7/2012
Day
35 begins
I
knew that there would be cyclists and even twitcher's this morning so
got up and packed away relatively early. The day was warm and the sun
was about to break cover of the clouds. I would be in Durham by
evening I concluded, so set off to find a breakfast and tea. I had been
going for only about 30 minutes when I met a group of youths and
leaders coming along the path towards me. I spoke briefly with Paul a
leader and Carl a young man, about where I was going and what I was
doing. Paul a keen walker for charity causes too was amazed and said
as much to the young man with him. I think that they were working at
building confidence in people to get them back into work
environments. Paul said that it was a council based training plan for
locals. I hope that I explained this well. He had to go to keep up
with the main group but he took my details to hopefully check out
Imagine.
Now
I arrived to Station Town and was soon out the other side into
another village Wingate, that was joined to it. I asked a few locals
for a cafe but none knew of one open. I went into a shop to buy a few
pieces of fruit and asked for a cafe. They told me it was next door
in the side street and was actually the same business as the
fruit/butchers/whatever shop. Robinson's cafe was lovely and they
didn't mind me plugging in and writing some of my blog. I had paid for
a small breakfast and tea, but what came was a massive pile of food,
and it was delicious, though I had to pack some of it away as I
couldn't eat it all.
Before
long a lot of people kept filling the place and I kept checking that
I wasn't occupying seats that could house other paying customers. I
love to be in these busy environments but I try not to do the owners
out of customers who would like to sit and eat.
I
got into conversation with Hy, who's car had broken down. She was out
for the day with her daughter Fran and granddaughter India. They were
waiting for the AA and she told me that this had happened before,
last time they went to a cafe. I said you need to stop going to cafes
then... It was a joke obviously and I diagnosed that it was a faulty
battery that had stranded them. Hy offered me a lift to Durham as she
said it was a bit of a bore to walk all that way without much to see.
I took her word for it and gratefully accepted, more for the
intuitive side of it than the walking. I also got into conversation
with the lady who ran the cafe Margaret, her husband Trevor, and one
of their customers, Annabelle. They were interested what had
possessed me to walk all the way around Britain. I couldn't really
put my finger on it, more than to say that I was trying to remove my
ignorance of what it is to be a British citizen and know my own
countries. I hope that they follow my blog as they were about to
offer me something I am sure,, maybe a bed for the night but I was
due to be leaving when the AA man had fixed the car of Hy and her
possy.
On
the way to Durham I discovered that Fran and India actually live
presently in Singapore, a place where I have not been for a long
time. They were amazed that I had been born there, they knew the
place much better than I do, as I was a babe in arms when my parents
returned to the United Kingdom. I was glad to have taken the ride
with them as it meant that I arrived here with time to look for the
accommodation that had been heralded to me by several people now. I
gave my friends the customary farewell and Fran a hug for being such
a great insightful person, no dead wood here....(private joke)
The
cathedral loomed on the top of the hill as I crossed a river and
climbed steps to the south side. I met Harry Potter on his (her)
broomstick. A group of people a family from Germany were on the lawn
in front of the Cathedral a girl was wearing Harry Potters gown and
Quiddich outfit and trying to fly the broomstick. I helped out by
taking a picture where her feet were off the ground as she sat
astride the broom. She went on to tell me all about the college and
the castle and that fact that it was indeed open as a bed and
breakfast during the summer months when students were away.
Apparently over 100 students live within the castle walls during
term times, only the state rooms are free. I sadly didn't get miss
Potters name, but went off in search of a room with a view.
The Castle do indeed do bed and breakfast. I asked for the chance to stay
here and the man on duty said that he would ask his superior, a lady
called Wendy, if she could do me a deal as I was also walking to
raise funds for 5 charities. Wendy came down to speak with me and I
told her all about my project and the fund raising angle and they did
indeed do me a very reasonable offer. I wanted this unique
opportunity to spend a night in an actual working castle where the
seat of education had ruled for many centuries. Durham is the third
firmly established University in Great Britain, behind only the two
famous biggies, Oxford and Cambridge. It boasts many unique avenues
of learning too, and what with this spectacular accommodation it must
be one of the best places in the entire country to have been
schooled. (Ask Jeremy Vine, B.B.C Radio and television show host)
I
nearly fainted when she said that I was also included in the
breakfast arrangements for the morning in the great hall. I walked to
my room on a cloud even if it was in the dungeons and below the views
over the river. I dropped my things had a shower and set out to
explore the town and the grounds to the castle. The great hall was
like something from Harry Potter. It was very reminiscent of the
great hall at Hogwarts though smaller. And I was sure Dumbledore came
up the steps behind me. It was beyond awesome, it was a treat on so
many levels and I felt incredibly humbled to be here, in a building
used and inhabited for over 800 years continually.
The
Cathedral was also open and surprisingly again it was free to enter.
I had the great luck to be able to attend the evensong, (vespers) and
was inspired to write several poems whilst in the Cathedral. I was
struggling to take it all in, and later on the walk around the
grounds and Cloisters saw that in fact it had featured in the Potter
movies for part of the filming on location.
At
6.30 I had arranged to meet Duncan the night watchman he was going to
let me use the washing facilities for the students during term time.
It was in my kind of budget too....Thank you Duncan. Thank you Durham
Castle.
Out in the town I saw a lot of people, and briefly met a few that I had seen at the Cathedral earlier. Santosh and Mini were a from Newcastle and they were here visiting as Mini's brother was over from Dubai with another friend. They like me had been swept away by the wealth of history and character of this inland Cleveland town. The town was very small really, at least the heart of it.
Out in the town I saw a lot of people, and briefly met a few that I had seen at the Cathedral earlier. Santosh and Mini were a from Newcastle and they were here visiting as Mini's brother was over from Dubai with another friend. They like me had been swept away by the wealth of history and character of this inland Cleveland town. The town was very small really, at least the heart of it.
I
found my way around easily and even though there was much to see, I
compacted it all in to walk around discovering the sights. I ended
the night in the pub called the Swan and Three Signets, which was
above the river by the main old bridge into town. The walk back to
the Castle was sweet even if it was all uphill. The mood of the
town/city was very warm and friendly and I marveled at my good
fortune to be staying here in this old historical landmark. Duncan
the night porter who had earlier shown me to the washing facilities
of the students was still on duty and we chatted easily for a while
before I said my farewells and went to rest my very weary head. I had
noticed from various photographs that I had seen in the Pub that some
of the features of the town and castle were altered. The galloping
horseman in the town center for example was facing downhill now. I
was told that it had been altered about 2 years ago, though not given
a real reason why. Also the castle had a doorway now in the courtyard
that had not been there several hundred years ago. (I would learn
more tomorrow about this and other things on the castle tour.)
I
settled in to my very comfortable room and let the castle walls
protect me as I slept soundly, not a real prisoner but down in the
depths of the castle keep.
Day
35 came to a most spectacular end. Thank you Durham Castle and staff
for your kindnesses.
Wow...sleeping in a real castle..of course,i'm not jealous at all!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou do, don't you?
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