Southern Italy

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Herculaneum mosaic

Friday, 22 July 2022

Battersea power station

 

I had a spare hour or so in the Old Smoke and thought I’d try out the new underground line from Kennington to Battersea power station via Nine Elms. It’s a spur of the Northern line and terminates at Battersea. Only a short journey to this area which promises to be another upgraded hub amongst many in London.. 

Here’s the new tube station.


Rather swish inside, plenty of space and future proofed for large crowds.

Zooming out a bit on this one to get a flavour of the area.

Power station is a bit of a monster, cool place to have a flat. You can walk all the way round it on a circular path, surrounded by new build. Cafes, restaurants and shops all spouting up in the vicinity.


Walk takes you down to the Thames, another spot for an afternoon promenade.



You have to see it close up to appreciate its monster size, used to provide one fifth of London’s electricity needs at one time. Art Deco masterpiece but did it ever appear in Poirot?


It’s reported that the power station itself will contain Apple’s London campus, hundreds of new shops, a 2000 capacity event venue, a food hall, a glass chimney lift and hundreds of new homes. Wouldn’t you like to live there!




With al this activity it will undoubtedly be a big tourist attraction and hub in itself. 

Thursday, 21 July 2022

North Norfolk

 

                                                                    North Norfolk (photos to be added)

Norfolk is a county that up to now has largely passed me by. It’s part of that bit of the UK that sticks out into the North Sea known as East Anglia, a land of flat if not gently rolling countryside, rather exposed to the sea, the Norfolk Broads and wide windswept beaches. In the past I’ve made limited forays into the area, Woodbridge, Southwold, Norwich, Constable country but never thought of it as prime holiday territory.

I had read about North Norfolk being a rather select area, of places like Blakeney and Wells next the Sea being inhabited by posh types from London, a stretch of coast that was a birdwatcher’s paradise, full of nature reserves and blessed with great beaches and cosy little resorts. Maybe a bit of a hidden gem, off the beaten track for those with a bit of discernment.

A word about getting there. North Norfolk is slightly more difficult to get to, which is maybe a good thing. There is no motorway that ploughs up from London straight to the coast, and beyond Norwich it’s a bit more of a struggle to get to places in double quick time, and you still have quite a way to go even if you’ve got to Norwich. You can of course get the train from London to Norwich, but then it’s a bit more tricky (you can get another train to Sheringham). Having said this, the road from London to Norwich is basically M11 and then onto A11 dual carriageway all the way so perfectly adequate. There is the option of going from London King’s Cross to King’s Lynn, but bear in mind you are right over to the western end of the North Norfolk coast.

July 2021 was a great month for weather, and I took myself plus camping gear to North Norfolk to discover its delights for myself. It proved to be a stroke of genius, just before the school holidays and the inevitable rush of people desperate to get away somewhere in the UK with the normal foreign travel somewhat curtailed. I found a new campsite, Barley Fields, just a few miles from the coast near the village of Binham with just enough facilities to make for a great camping holiday. Here at my base deep in the Norfolk countryside I could plot my daily excursions on a whim. Barley Fields was literally a couple of big fields with the most basic but adequate facilities. There is a wooden structure housing a couple of loos and sinks, a kitchen area and a couple of showers, one of which was a gas shower which I made my own in the evening with its consistent hot blast of water. Having arrived well before the school break I had the campsite almost to myself with just one or two others for most of the time thus avoiding the inevitable queues. At weekends the numbers mushroomed to a full house but then by Monday morning most had disappeared, it’s amazing how so many camp even for just one night even with all the hassle of erecting a big tent.


As regards supplies, you’ve got a Morrisons just a few miles down the road on the edge of town in Fakenham, and further towards the centre quite a big Tescos. Fakenham is actually a perfectly pleasant place to spend a half day and has a nice centre, although I think the guy in the mobile phone shop alluded to it being one of the most boring places in the country! Watch it with petrol and don’t leave it too late in the evening to refuel. There was a big BP garage on the main road near my campsite but it closed quite early in the evening, congested south east it is not.

Binham is within ideal striking distance of all the main attractions. Binham itself has a 12th century priory (The Priory Church of St Mary and the Holy Cross) with substantial ruins strewn around the main building, which still appears to be a functioning church. There is a self-service café there with outside benches for a welcome cup of coffee. The village has the Chequers pub where you can eat in the evening, and a useful tiny petrol station and village shop on the edge of the picturesque green with its medieval Wayside Cross.

 

North Norfolk proved to be a revelation with rolling countryside, certainly not the stereotypical flat landscape you find in much of eastern England, and lots of houses with red tiled roofs which funnily enough reminded me of Italy. There was a real Mediterranean feel about Cley next the Sea with its panoply of roofs jumbled together on the edge of town.

Blakeney and Cley make a nice pair of twins to ding dong between on this expansive marsh filled coast with its Sahara sized sandy beaches. The coastal road through Blakeney stays clear of the shorefront and has a nice big car park alongside on the edge of town that you can’t miss, with toilets as well. Then a shortish walk takes you down through the village to the harbour where you see why it’s such a popular spot, must be one of the quaintest and most picturesque harbours in the UK. In fact it recently got a spot in a Daily Telegraph article ‘The most beautiful seaside villages in the UK.’ On a grassy knoll you can look out over the waterfront with its customary old hotel, cafes and ice cream kiosk, children messing about in the water, signs advertising seal watching trips, and a huge area of marsh and rivulets that takes you out to the sea. I walked out from here all the way to Cley next the Sea through the marshland on winding raised pathway. But be careful, I took one or two wrong turnings and if you want to get to the beach you could be stumped by a large water channel blocking your path unless you’re prepared to get very wet. Check paths if you want to reach the beach or just follow the coast to Cley. Anyway it’s a great walk and you’re rewarded with lovely views of the emerald coastline with Cley windmill punctuating the skyline. Cley itself is a cute cottage filled village with a few watering holes where you can quench your thirst. You can actually rent the windmill for a vacation stay, although I would expect through the roof prices. At the eastern edge of town as said, red topped residential stock makes your think you’re in the Italian Rivera on a sunny day. From Cley I traced the main road back to Blakeney car park.

Holkham Hall was just down the road from my abode, a Premier League sized stately home with skirts that virtually roll down to the sea at Holkham Beach. Never have I seen a stately home so pushed up against the seashore but what a setting, acres of rolling parkland and lake, fronted by a wonderful dune filled beach edging your classic sandy pine woodland. Holkham seems to swallow up the local economy and is a nice contrast from the holiday resort attractions of Wells next the Sea which sits next to Holkham just to the east. You can see the attractions of Wells for the masses. The main drag stuffed with shops and cafes and a pleasing waterfront. Parking seems to be a bit of an issue. I managed ok in July but you could feel the summer rush coming on. At least two people since have said to me they had trouble trying to park in Wells.

Hunstanton is perched on the west coast of North Norfolk overlooking the Wash, resting atop a line of cliffs which disappear to the north into a flat coastal plain. Imagine a lovely rolling green plain swishing down to the sea and then plonk a town on it, that’s Hunstanton for you. ‘Sunny Hunny’ as they call it proved to be a very pleasant visit with a prom stacked with eateries and entertainment, the standard bikers’ patch on the seafront, backed by well-tended swathes of flower bed strewn green sloping down from the town centre. Fish and chips and a coke went down very well watching the sun set over the Wash at the end of a blistering day. You can follow the Norfolk coastal path out of town along the edge of the vast sandy beach, which I did for a while.

If you’ve done Holkham you have to do Sandringham as well, which can be booked online through the website to get a house and garden ticket. Well known as Her Majesty’s Christmas destination, although she arrives straight from Kings Lynn station after a train from Kings Cross, it’s another worthwhile visit to a forested oasis splashed with swathes of greensward and centred on the house itself and nearby tourist centre. Here you are in the Norfolk Coastal Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. You park up and a short walk takes you to expansive tree strewn lawns where you can take a picnic before or after your royal visit. Here in the Courtyard there is the ticket office, a restaurant where you can enjoy high tea, a café, with limited seating it has to be said, toilets and of course a shop filled with Sandringham branded goodies.

From this spot you can take a walk to see inside the St Mary Magdalen church where we see the Queen visit every year for the Christmas service, and even before that you can go through the entrance to Sandringham House itself. A winding walk for ten minutes or so takes you through the gardens and right up to the house itself, a fine Edwardian pile. Well worth a visit, I was surprised at how accessible the house was, with an audio guide giving intimate details of a royal Christmas at Sandringham as you wander the very rooms where they play games, open presents and eat, etc. A comprehensive tour of the ground floor, with views out onto the royal lawns, is an experience I can highly recommend. The gardens are worth a wander as well, with a picturesque lake plus pagoda type building and a coach house/stables area with another café and toilets, although when I got there it was all winding down for the day. There’s also a walled garden which has private pre booked tours only. Surrounding all these attractions is the Royal Park, nearly 243 hectares, with swathes of woodland and grassy avenue to wander.

You can have a real blowout in Norfolk by visiting the main town, Norwich, which together with Sheringham did very well in a ‘Best Places to Live’ survey. The centre is a delightful concoction of large market square with imposing town hall, winding medieval streets, a prominent castle, an attractive river scene and fab cathedral precinct. There are in fact two cathedrals, the Roman Catholic one sits like an ageing matriarch in the middle of a traffic gyratory high up looking out over the city centre. Meanwhile the Anglican cathedral sits in an extensive precinct filled with a jumble of ancient buildings and grassy lawns, well worth a wander which stretches from the city centre right down to towards the River Wensum with its riverside parkland. There’s also a fine modern upstairs café tagged onto the edge of the cathedral itself.

Then there’s the Holt connection. Holt is a very pleasant Georgian style town which sits a few miles inland and would be a good base for hitting all the main local sites. The centre is worth loitering around for an afternoon and has a super shop called Bakers and Larners, I was really impressed. I’m no shopaholic but wandered into this pristine emporium to buy some gas cylinders for my camping. It’s like a department store on one floor which unfolds into different tempting sections as you go front to back. and being an older building has bags of character. Great place for an unhurried browse. If you fancy a nice Indian, I ate at the Taste of India, 31 Bull St.

A short drive east out to the edge of town brings you to the rail station, no, not the Network rail to Norwich but the North Norfolk heritage railway on which you can enjoy a bit of magic rolling back the years by taking a steam or diesel train to Sheringham via a bit of good old English coastal scenery. The route takes you through heathland and rolling countryside via Weybourne, where John Major has a home, down to the very English holiday resort of Sheringham. Here you can alight and visit the rail heritage shop on the platform before walking down to the seafront for a jolly bucket and spade day. The town tumbles down to a rocky seafront with sandy beach, well populated with tourists on the very fine day that I visited.

Rent a bike from ‘On Yer Bike Cycle Hire’ (01328 820719) for a couple of days as I did to explore quiet Norfolk country lanes and villages. They give you maps of different local routes to follow. You can strike for the sea at Holkham or hit the Catholic shrine village of Walsingham. Actually there’s Great Walsingham and Little Walsingham, one of Norfolk’s finest medieval villages and the premier pilgrimage site of medieval England, both well within biking distance of Binham, although I parked my car up at the rental centre and went from there. Little Walsingham actually has the main attractions and is the obvious hub, with Walsingham Abbey being one of the main magnets (‘Living history since 1061’). Entrance to the abbey grounds are at the Shirehall, Walsingham’s original Georgian courtroom. The site is mainly ruins, although there is a crypt that still stands, and it’s a very pleasant green space with paths leading out into woodland (the Dell) and the quaintly named River Stiffkey running through the middle. There’s also the Wells – Walsingham Light Railway, the world’s longest 10 and a quarter inch narrow guage railway which I didn’t go on! Also there is the St Seraphim’s Pilgrim Chapel, Icon and Railway Heritage Museum, an orthodox chapel within the former railway station. Another route I did took in Burnham Market, another cosy village to tick off the list, which is a bit of a centre for the ‘Chelsea up from London crowd.’ You also ride past the birthplace nearby of none other than Lord Nelson. There’s always a decent pub not too far ahead for lunch or dinner.

A further attraction on my biking travels was Langham Dome, literally a concrete dome just outside the village of Langham which was used to train anti-aircraft gunners in the Second World War. Here on the edge of an RAF airfield moving images projected onto the inside of the Dome were used to teach trainees how to shoot down enemy aircraft. There is a picnic and exhibition area outside, with a suspended Spitfire on a plinth, and inside you can have a coffee and wander the shop after having a go at the simulation gunnery exercise. Down the road nestles the village of Langham with a very fine pub, the Blue Bell where I ate one evening. The church is also worth a visit and with its memorials reminds you of the connections with so many servicemen who were stationed in this area in the war.

Wanting the full flush of North Norfolk sights and sounds, I stopped off at Blickling Hall on the way home. There’s a bit of an ‘awe and wonder’ moment as a sweeping driveway up to the splendid mansion itself almost falls onto the main road with an absence of high wall and tree filled parkland to hide the big house itself from the ‘hoi polloi.’ You can park up in the usual National Trust carpark and a short walk takes you to the big Jacobean house and extensive formal gardens and parkland with lake. All well worth a day out and I was especially interested in its role in the Second World War when RAF aircrew were billeted here. Its story goes back a lot further. The original Tudor house was believed to have been the birthplace of Anne Boleyn!

 

 

 

 

Sunday, 29 November 2020

Bologna, Italy



Bologna is one of Italy’s biggest cities with about a million people in its metropolitan area and as well as being an excellent tourist visit itself is a big rail hub which makes it possible to do day trips to many well known Italian destinations including Florence and Verona.

It proved to be a good choice for this strange Covid summer as there was no quarantine required, Italy was over the worst of the spring pandemic and seemed to have some of the best numbers in Europe. Also restrictions were similar to England in the summer so it was almost home from home.

I wasn’t able to get a flight from my local airport, Gatwick, and ended up flying with Ryanair from Luton, where I parked my car for £55.96 for eight nights.

I stayed in a terrific accommodation just a few minutes walk south of the city centre. Situated in a classic old apartment building with ancient elevator to the third floor it was as much as you could expect for just over £50 per night, large, spotlessly clean with a big ensuite bathroom and walk in shower, stamped with Italian style. You accessed the building by punching in a code on the pad by the main door, and used the same code to access the relevant lobby area upstairs with its reception desk and the door to one’s own relevant room.


Splendid accommodation

On my first night on arrival at the building I couldn’t access the email on my phone with the relevant entry code, so was forced to find wifi in the city centre to get said access. That meant ending up in McDonalds and killing two birds with one stone with a welcome meal. Getting into the apartment and following the email instructions still took a while, amusement being provided by a large insect of the cricket variety sitting squarely on the elevator button and refusing to move.


Bologna is the city of porticos, a wonderful architectural inclusion in this very well-preserved medieval city. These covered walkways or pavements are all over the centre of the city and mean that you can avoid the beating sun or the pounding rain on your shopping expedition. No doubt you can cross the city north south or east west with hardly a break in the snaking porticos. And Bologna has the daddy of all porticos, the longest portico in the world snaking out of the city and up the hill beyond the Bologna football stadium to the the Santuario di Madonna di San Luca church at the top of the hill. There are so many locals in sports gear running up to the top that it’s more of a marathon workout than religious pilgrimage. It was hard work just walking up! Well worth it however as you get marvellous views from the top over the verdant, green hills above the city.


Longest portico in the world



View from the top of the hill


Santuario di Madonna di San Luca church









The centre of the city is the expansive Piazza Maggiore, flanked by the cathedral or duomo, civic buildings and porticoed shops and restaurants. In this L shaped space we also have the Fountain of Neptune statue, an excellent photo op. The Basilica di San Petronio dominates the square as all self -respecting cathedrals should, and it’s a whopper inside as well with typically Italian embellishment and a full set of side chapels, as well as housing the largest sundial in the world. One of the chapels sports a huge frieze/painting of Mohammad in hell. No wonder that there have been a couple of Islamic terrorist incidences aimed at this building. Indeed while I wandered past outside one day, a large policeman had turned up to quiz a couple of middle easterners outside the main entrance. I heard the word ’Iran’ from one of the students, the next thing I knew the two students were walking off. The square outside is decked with open air seating and at night time in the summer they show classic films on a massive screen in the square, a great way to end your day.


Mohammad in hell



Neptune statue


Alongside the Basilica is the Archeological museum, and also the Teatro Anatomico, a wonderful wood decorated medical lecture theatre where anatomy lessons were once held.


Anatomical theatre


No trip to Bologna would be complete without ascending the Torre degli Asinelli, a skyscraper standard ancient tower (97.2m) dominating the centre of Bologna. It is one of the ‘Two Towers,’ which is the iconic symbol of Bologna. These two sisters are left over from an amazing surfeit of towers, over 200, from the 12th century. It’ll test you though, getting to the top, only 498 steps but it helps to be quite fit. And just a reminder, it leans a noticeable 1.3 degrees off centre! They did plan to install lifts on three occasions going back to 1887 but it never happened. Pilots placed bets in the Second World War to see who would be the first to topple the tower. Fortunately they never succeeded. The view is terrific, a sea of red, terracotta tiled roofs and beautifully delineated streets in all directions, the city pushed up against verdant green hills along one side, stretching out into the plain on the other.


View from tower



Another view

Other city highlights are the underground waterways that were open canals until two centuries ago. Now it looks like Little Venice. Get there from Via Zamboni going towards Via Independenza. There’s also the former Jewish ghetto quite nearby to wander through. Just off Via Independenza and before reaching the railway station is the park of Montagnola, a nineteenth century circumference of tree lined parkland with statues, a fountain and cafes, a great spot to escape the heat. Back towards Piazza Maggiore is another daddy of a church, the cathedral of San Pietro.


Little Venice!

Bologna is a well-known hotbed of left wing politics and was under a communist mayorality from 1945 to 1993. Bologna ‘The Fat’ is one of its titles and no surprise there with its abundance of café and restaurant culture and reputation as the birthplace of Bolognese, although the ragu sauce is different from the variety found worldwide. The Quadrilatero area near Piazza Maggiore is the place for foodies with its narrow streets of the old city markets and food stalls.8


Santuario di Madonna di San Luca church

Watch yourself in Bologna, especially out in public keep your wallet well hidden and be very aware of Africans continually begging for food or money. I was pestered by one guy whilst at a restaurant who wanted me to help him get to England. I tried to dissuade him from this and ended up buying him a fresh chicken for less than 5 euro, a new one for me. Normally it’s a sandwich!

Bologna railway station is a major rail hub with lines splaying out in all directions to many delightful destinations of Italian culture, and the great thing is you can travel there and back in a day. You can even do Sienna but that’s a 3 and a half hour trip each way. It was a 20/25 minute walk from my accommodation, porticos most of the way via Via del’Independenza, the main shopping street. It’s well known also for a terrorist attack at the station on the 2nd August 1980 which left a huge death toll of 85 with 200 wounded. You can’t stay for long in the city without coming across the memory of this atrocity.

Destinations from Bologna include Verona for which I bought the fast train ticket setting me back 26.50 euro one way (10.30 the other way on the slow train). Rimini was 9.85 euro, Modena 3.85euro and Parma (of ham fame) 7.35 one way prices. Don’t forget to validate your tickets by inserting them into the punch machines which can be found in station concourses or on the platform. I forgot to punch mine on one occasion, or rather punched the wrong ticket, an old one, but survived the journey without any checks. You have to watch it though as fines can be issued for unvalidated tickets.







Verona centre 

I’d never visited Verona before but was suitably impressed by this elegant medieval town. It’s a bit of a walk from the railway station to the centre, so factor this in to make sure you catch your train in the evening. The first sight you see opposite the tourist information, is the Arena, the Roman amphitheatre, a truly spectacular and incredibly well preserved stadium which is still used for entertainment (entry 7.50 euro including senior discount). You can wander freely up and down the bleachers, right to the top for some skyline views, and also do the oval underneath the stands where there are presentations on the history of the arena. Then there’s the Shakespeare connection on Via Cappello. I actually had to queue up for the Romeo and Juliette balcony, even in these Covid times, a constant stream of snap happy tourists filing into the yard to take pictures of the famous spot. There’s a shop and museum that you can rip round pretty quickly giving you the opportunity to pop out onto the balcony, which I briefly did with mask on, but not the romantic type of mask. There seemed to be plenty of snappers below but I wasn’t the one they were waiting for! Once you leave the Romeo and Juliette experience you can wander through the deliciously evocative main town square, the Piazza Erbe, medieval Italy in a nutshell, and then head for the river a bit of a walk away. On the way you can visit the Basilica of St Anastasia (entrance fee euro 3), the largest church in Verona.


Various arena views




You can take the bridge over the river (Fiume Adige) and then get the funicular (1 euro) up to the top of the hill where I found a cool bar to admire the views over Verona. There’s also a nice promenade viewpoint over the skyline where you can take a romantic stroll or just go snap happy with your smart phone.


Verona across the river

Modena proved to be far more than its connections to the Ferrari and Maserati brands. The town centre is an easy walk from the rail station and can be reached by the arresting and expansive Piazza Roma fronted by the Palazzo Ducale. As with all these visits, the town centre was beautiful, with an elegant square, the Piazza Grande, cathedral with its Torre Ghirlandina bell tower that can be ascended for a small fee of euro 3 giving great views over the area. I ended up at a balsamic vinegar talk which I booked at the town tourist office in the Palazzo Comunale, only trouble was it was all in Italian! The only meaningful part was a couple of small samples which were truly delicious, but I understand the real mccoy is very expensive, like liquid gold, not your average supermarket bottle. Fortunately there was a young Italian couple there who I had met earlier at the tower and the guy provided a translation for me at the end. I wound my way back to the station in the evening via the Palazzina dei giardina, a town park with a welcome open air café where I enjoyed ice cream and a beer.




Torre Ghirlandina bell tower 
View from the tower


Modena cathedral 


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Modena square


Parma is another town with some wonderful architecture that has far more to it than ham and cheese! The food is a sideshow to the impressive squares and churches crammed into this gem of a town which has been the elected Italian Capital of Culture 2020. On the edge of the centre is a colossal old brick edifice, the Pilotta Palace (1583 vintage), with a walkway through the middle at ground level which houses the rambling museum Archeologico, a fine old wooden theatre, the Teatro Farnese and the Galleria Nazionale. Meanwhile the tourist information office lies on the impressive Piazza Garibaldi which seemed to be the commercial hub of the town.  A quieter, more historic and no less impressive square is the Piazza Duomo with its unusual Battistero tower which looked like an upended Vienneta ice cream bar. I did partake of the local fare by lunching at a square side café. The cheese was tasty although the overblown sandwich was somewhat on the dry side.


Theatre at Parma


Battistero tower



Over the river, the Torrente Parma, lies the Parco Ducale, where everyone evidently goes for their evening stroll, promenade or outdoor coffee and ice cream. It’s big enough to get lost in, with an ornamental lake at the far end and plenty of benches for a nap or rest.

Rimini is a large Adriatic resort to the south east of Bologna reached by a dead straight rail route across what must be the coastal plain. It is described by Wikipedia as one of the most notable seaside resorts in Europe with 15km of beach and is quite a sizeable settlement of about 150,000,. having been established originally in 268 BC as Ariminum. It must be the go to resort for the Bolognese at the weekend being only about an hour away. Alighting at the rail station, it’s still quite a walk to the beach, which proves to be well busy and the equivalent of an Italian Bournemouth. Again give yourself plenty of time and don’t be caught out returning to the rail station in the evening. Also don’t just hit the beach with your swimmers as the town centre is a bit of a surprise with beautiful old architecture and well worth a wander. I meandered through the Piazza tre Martiri and ended up in a lovely square, the Piazza Cavour with a nice restaurant to while away an hour or two. A little further walk took me to an old castle, the Castel Sismondo sitting on the edge of the town centre.


Entrance to town hall


Another great visit is San Marino (Repubblica di San Marino), a microstate near the coast just to the south of Rimini, comprising elevated settlement near the Adriatic. How to get there, just get the train to Rimini, then the bus from just outside the station, an hour’s ride that takes you off the coastal plain and up to the mountainous rugged outcrop of Monte Titano on which San Marino sits. They’ll give you a timetable at the rail station tourist office, you can buy your bus ticket (5 euro each way) at the shop opposite the station, don’t miss the last bus back from San Marino leaving at 7 in the evening, otherwise I guess it would be an expensive taxi! There’s also a funicular that takes you up the last stage to the top. You can get your passport stamped inside the gate of the old town atop the rocky outcrop, then spend the afternoon wandering the streets, squares and alleys of this tiny state. On the very square I ate earlier in the day, with spectacular views over the surrounding countryside far below, a rock band set up for an evening event no doubt, the riffs and rhythms of their practice numbers pulsating through the vicinity, encouraging impromptu disco dancing or at least foot tapping. A very quick look at the advertising made it look like a Jamaroqui tribute band. Send your postcards from here as well with the local stamps.


Heights of San Marino

 




Council chamber

At the top of the town you can enter the compound of one of the three towers that magisterially dominate the rocky skyline, like basking cats atop a giant sofa back. One ticket for euro 10.50 gives you access to two towers (Rocca and Cesta), the Public Palace which includes the council chamber, the State museum, the National Gallery of Modern and Contemporary Art (a bit of a disappointment!) and the St Francis art gallery. Being a local councillor myself, it was interesting to see the council chamber here, somewhat more Italianate and ornate than my south coast chamber, with a huge colourful painting dominating the scene.


San Marino tower


And again

Another grim addition to your visit is the Museo dela Tortura which exhibits torture instruments through the ages, a pretty ghastly testimony of man’s inhumanity to man. Makes you grateful that we live in our own time. Despite the Covid constraints impinging on our freedoms and livelihoods we really do have it easy compared with the bloodthirsty past of our ancestors.

 

 

Practicalities

Accommodation:

Attico di via D’Azeglio di Alessandro Bini & C. SAS

R.E.A.: Bologna n. 547194

Via D’Azeglio 51

40123Bologna BO

direzione@atticodiviadazeglio.it

P.IVA: 03797701202 C.F.: 03797701202

 

I caught a taxi from the airport to my accommodation. I think it cost about 20 euro. The airport is very close to the city, very much within the city limits. You can get an airport bus from the rail station on departure. 

Wednesday, 22 July 2020

Slindon Estate, the South Downs


If you want to lose yourself in England’s youngest National Park you could do a lot worse than a circuit from the Northwood car park, Slindon estate, near the village of Slindon. https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/slindon-estateThis takes a little finding, hidden away off the beaten track just to the north of this very pretty village which I have referred to before in my post on ‘Exploring the South Downs.’ You need to come off the main A27 road just to the east of Fontwell, near where the racecourse sits on the south side of the highway, and take the A29 road to Pulborough and Billingshurst. Almost immediately take a left turn off the main road which takes you through a wooded area and into the village. Keep bearing left through the settlement until you reach the far edge of the village with the main church on your right and the boys’ school on your left. Here the road slings abruptly round and down to the left and just after there is a right turn down a narrow lane headed for Gumber Bothy, a destination to warm the hearts of many a Duke of Edinburgh award participant, where after a hard day’s map reading and lugging outsize rucksacks around the countryside many a youngster would arrive at a sheep filled homestead with space for tents and indoor bunks for shuteye, but not before toasted marshmallows and cocoa.

It’s all narrow country lane territory here, so no breaking the speed limit. It has been said that British drivers are (some of) the best in the world. It’s because we have to negotiate teeny weeny windy country lanes like these, honed by centuries of settlement, meaning you have to remain alert at all times!

En route is the inauspicious Northwood car park, where the road hits a confluence of paths, then angles to the right and bulges into enough space for a dozen cars to park. Here you can take your pick of routes. I chose to head north east in the direction of the bothy along the gravel lane, but not for long. After passing Northwood cottages on your left you hit some woodland to your right. The pristine signposts indicate that a lot of work has been done in this area recently, and so it has. The rise of Northwood has been posted on the National Trust website as the biggest woodland restoration that the National Trust has ever taken on. Here’s the link: https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/slindon-estate/northwood There’s lots more to say on this but I’ll keep to the walk.

Take a right turn here!
So take a right turn to the east through some woodland and the path meanders for a while then strikes right into more open country. Here the splendour of the downs opens up and paths sprout up all over, like the lines in an elder’s craggy face. Keep following the path and you hit a crossroads, the path left stretching endlessly to the north and the path right to the south and back in the Slindon direction, all through open sheep filled downland (mind the electric fence). 

Wonderful views

Head north up Great Down in the direction of that majestic hill top confluence of paths at Bignor, which still peeps alluringly in the distance but will only be reachable with a serious walk extension. To your right is Ashlee Wood, out of bounds for your casual walker. This is a long exhilarating stretch which ends with a gate/style at the entrance to woodland. But before you leave the downland someone has sculpted a bench out of a mighty old log and perched it perfectly for you to admire the open vista of down and woodland stretching to the English channel, with the spire of Chichester cathedral hiding somewhere to the right and Bognor Regis straight ahead to the south. You just have to pray that no one else has got there before you as its’s a plum picnic spot.

Rolling view to the sea

Spot the bench!

Over the style or through the gate and the path now hugs the east side of the woodland, with Great Bottom, a perfect tongue of woodland over to your right side. Eventually you reach Gumber Corner, a T junction, where you can meander to the east to reach Bignor and its large car park and picnic area. Or you can strike west and quickly pick up the Monarch’s Way which follows Stane Street, the site of an old Roman road. This road linked London to Noviomagus Reginorum, or Chichester to you and me! Aren’t you glad the Saxons renamed it.


There's Great Bottom on the left
And again

We’re still on the Slindon Estate here, and as the path heads south west there is a semi parkland feel to the landscape, with tree strewn rolling downland interspersed with patches of woodland. Makes you want to look for a stately home, but that’s a good walk away back in Slindon Village. http://slindonhouse.co.uk/history-2/ True to form, Stane Street is as straight as an arrow, and soon you reach a junction where you can bear left into Gumber Bothy, a camping barn and leisure area for groups doing the Duke of Edinburgh Award or suchlike.


Rolling parkland, where's the stately home?


 I’ve done my time here as a teacher, a good few years ago, helping look after Bronze/Silver award groups traversing the South Downs. There’s a proper farm here and some cottages, nestling in a natural dip in the landscape. There’s a bit of history here too. Gumber Farm was the site of a decoy airfield in the Second World War to try and deflect bombing from Tangmere, just down the road if you’re unfamiliar with the geography. Wooden airplanes were used during the day and light flares at night to fool the Germans, although in the end it wasn’t foolproof and was only used between 1940 and 1941. Concrete structures can still be seen today such as the builder that housed  the generator to power the lights.

Gumber Farm and Bothy

We’re now heading south and leave the enclosure of Gumber Farm to take the track through a stretch of woodland. Eventually we come to Warren Barn, a fine looking structure built in the 18th century and a great photo opportunity. Keep heading south with woodland to your left and you’re soon back at Northwood car park. A fine way to spend a couple of hours of a weekend afternoon.




Warren Barn