Snowshill and the Cotwolds

Next (this is all Thursday, I think), we drove into the Cotwolds and to Snowshill Manor. Snowshill is something a bit different. Actually, it is quite different. I was going to entitled this post "and now for something completely different."

It is an old manor house, somewhat renovated, but populated by the collections of one Charles Wade, a turn-of-the-century architect, and, if I may, eccentric, who collected hand-made things. He thought of himself as part of the Arts and Crafts movement, but was largely a collector...of anything hand-made, beautiful, in need of a home. The house contains 22,000 such items...cabinets, furniture, armor, swords, china, paintings, ship models, early bicycles, glassware, musical instruments (three hurdy-gurdies and three oboes!), and on and on and on and on. You name it, there's one there. Probably three.

Personally, I think it's important to visit quirky things now and then. England has much to offer in this regard.

After Snowshill, we meandered through the beautiful Cotwolds and then back south toward Windsor, where we stayed overnight  at a quiet farm campground.

Bad apples still life; does it take only one good apple to spoil the bunch?

Snowshill Manor; from the outside, you can only guess what weirdness lurks 
within; and the National Trust does not permit photography

View form the garden; Wade wasn't entirely daft

Free? Can you take just an animal and not a child?

Cotswold house

Another

Main street, Chirping Wonkton on-the-Bum

Rollright Stones

The circle, or "army," about 100 feet in diameter, limestone,

heavily worn

The King

The Knights

With improving weather--actually, the day in Oxford was beautiful--we drove back north toward the Cotswolds, detouring along the so-called Jurassic Way to see another stone circle. The Jurassic Way is another ancient pathway, akin to the Ridgeway further south. The Rollright Stones are quite famous, for the "energy" they are said to generate, the various Druid/witch/New Age festivities they attract, their location on an old thoroughfare, and so on. Actually, in addition to the circle (the "army"), there is an outlying menhir (the "king"), and a fallen dolmen (the "knights"), all several hundred yards apart. Obviously, this was a megalitic center of some sort, but centuries of picking over, plowing, and other rough handling, have obliterated most of it. One can only imagine...

Eagle and Child

The Eagle and Child; or, the Bird and Baby,

as Lewis called it.

The Rabbit Room, where they gathered

Us, there, having a pint (well, half a pint and some OJ)

The famous signatures, commending the

proprietor; Tolkien's at the very bottom

Oxford

Bodleian court

Metaphysician, heal thyself; I am quite sure we have pix

(35mm) of me in roughly this pose, and exactly this place,

from 1979, 1989, and 1998

Hall at Bodleian; note fan vaulting; I understand some of

the Harry Poppins series was shot here

The Ashmolean was closed for renovations

Evidently, they punt here too, just as in upstart Cambridge

Magdalen College

All Souls

Sheldonian Theatre

Radcliffe Camera

Lincoln College

With rain forecast, we decided to forego/postpone the Cotswolds, and drove on to Oxford, camping, as it were in Kidlington, and taking the bus, next day, into town. I have been to Oxford three times, Vicki four or maybe even five, so it is somewhat familiar ground. We did the tour of the Bodleian Library--something Vicki had never managed in her previous visits--walked about the old town and university, and did the two things highest on my list: Blackwell's (bookstore) and the Eagle and Child (pub), where the "Inklings," C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien, and others met Tuesday mornings for a couple of decades for readings, discussion, and pints. Oxford's a glorious place, even to outsiders. That evening, we watched Shadowlands, just for reinforcement. Anthony Hopkins is incredible.

Vicki adds:

Oxford, England October 21, 2009

We had a wonderful day in Oxford today with temps in the 50s and some sun. The place was very busy even when not tourist season because, of course, all the students are there. We went on the tour of the Bodelian Library, which was very exciting for me since this is my fourth trip to Oxford and the library has always been closed before for special events. Our guide was an elderly, very British chap who bored everyone to death but me. The introductory lecture before the tour lasted about 25 minutes, followed by a 35 minute tour! The gift shop had some wonderful new things (it had been open in the past and I had availed myself of it.) Unfortunately, what I decided I wanted was the "Silence Please" jug but they sold their last one yesterday! Oh well.

Then we went to 4 used book stores and bought about 10 books--which we should not have as our camper is already overweight. Mark and I are not very good at resisting books, even with the ebook. We have been completely spoiled by UK--being able to buy books, read directions on food packages, read the labels in the museums, ask directions (lost 3 times today in Oxford, etc. If it wasn't getting so cold, we would definitely stay longer. As it is we are changing the next couple of weeks around. We had planned to go from Oxford over to the southwest, then back through the middle south, a week or so in London, and then finish in the southeast. However, the National Trust closes almost all its properties on Nov. for the winter. There are 3-4, including Churchil's home, that we don't want to miss, so tomorrow we are driving straight around London to the south and southeast. Then we will double back to the southwest and finish in London in November.

Blenheim, 2009

France and England were at war constantly, more or less, from the 14th century to nearly the 20th. The War of Spanish Succession was the early 18th century episode, when Louis XIV overplayed his hand by trying to grab both Spain (no heir to throne) and the Austro-Hungarian empire, and all the overseas trade. The Brits stepped in along with their northern European allies, and defeated Louis' armies at a place called Blindheim. The man of the hour was 54 year old John Churchill, a public servant mainly, whom Queen Anne had placed in charge of her armies. Churchill's administrative skill translated into military skill, and the Queen's armies were victorious. As a later Churchill observed, it was from this point that Britain stepped onto the world stage as a major player. Anyhow, the Queen rewarded the elder Churchill with lands and a hefty stipend and the title Duke of Marlborough. His wife was one of the Queen's confidants, it so happens, too. Anyhow, Blenheim Palace (Blinnum, the Brits say) is the result.

We toured Blenheim--truly a palace and, originally, a monument to one man--on a cold and rainy Tuesday. It terms of scale and opulence, it is quite the best we have seen so far. No interior pix, as usual, except one displayed above. Despite the wet and cold, we walked the grounds and gardens too.

Winston Churchill was born at Blenheim, and some of his formative early years were spent there. His father, Lord Randolph, was younger brother to the then Duke. Moreover, it was at Blenheim, in the Temple of Diana, that Churchill proposed marriage to Clementine Ogilvy. Consequently, Blenheim is in part a monument to Sir Winston too. He and Clementine are buried in a simple parish churchyard a mile or so from the palace.

We drove on to Kidlington, 4 miles north of Oxford, and parked for two nights on a quiet town square, just across from the Sainsbury's.

Marlborough's Victory Column

Front view of Blenheim

View from upper garden

Capability Brown waterfall

View from grounds

Room in which Winston Churchill was born

Bucket brigade

Great old trees on the grounds

Grave of Winston Spencer and Clementine

Spencer Churchill

Charlecote Park

Charlecote Park is another manor/fortified residence, dating

from the 15th century. Elizabeth stayed here two nights on

her return from her last visit to Kenilworth. But Charlecote

is perhaps more famous for 1) being Capability Brown's

first landscaping job, and 2) the site where, centuries

earlier, a young Will Shakespeare was caught poaching

and punished by the great lord. All this according to lore.

Will had his revenge in both Henry IV part 2 and in the

Merry Wives of Windsor. Power of the pen.

View of "new" wing from the garden

The River Avon, altered slightly to improve the view and to

add a waterfall; Nature was apparently never good enough

for Culpability Brown; in the distance, by the river, you

can see several deer, presumably descendants of those

poached by Master Shakespeare

Childrens' playhouse, beautiful thatching, wood-work,

paneling, stone hearth, etc. Let them eat cakes.

Kenilworth

Site of the "Mere"--from King John's time, Kenilworth had a

great lake or mere, a hundred acres or more, created by a

huge earthen dam

On the earthen dam, used for jousting

tournaments from King John's time

View of interor buildings

The Gatehouse, itself a mansion

Dudley's crest, Robert (of) Leicester, now in a beautiful

hearth in the gatehouse

Original great hall

Ruins

The Hall Dudley built for Elizabeth

Monday morning we drove out to Kenilworth Castle. It is a ruin now, "slighted" after the Civil War, but an impressive ruin, and, outside London, few sites in the UK have more history and lore associated with them. Mortimer, Gaunt, King John, the Edwards, the later Henrys, and most importantly Elizabeth, all had dealings with Kenilworth. At its heigtht, in Elizabethan times, it was one of England's three or four great palaces, which the Queen gave to her favorite, Robert Dudley, whom she made Earl of Leicester. She visited Kenilworth three times, the last for nearly a month, Dudley's final attempt to persuade her to marry him. The rest is history. And literature, as in, e.g., Sir Walter Scott's Kenilworth.

Baddesley Clinton

Later on the 18th we drove on to the Baddesley Clinton House, near Warwick. It's probably my political/religious sympathies that are in the way, but I found this nearly the least interesting place we have been in the UK. Baddesley Clinton is noteworthy for its Elizabethan "priest-holes"--hidden chambers where counter-reformation (and counter-Elizabeth) priests could be hidden. At Baddesley, there were several. It was an industry, somewhat reminiscent of the "underground railroad" in the US, with architects and builders of these priest-holes as well as "pursuivants," bounty-hunters, more or less, in the employ of the Queen and her ministers, chiefly Cecil, I believe. A film we have watched, just to get in the mood, that well depicts the horrors and brutalities of the Wars of Religion is Elizabeth, with Cate Blanchett. Its treatment of the Elizabeth/Robert Dudley matter is pretty far off, we think, but its general representation of the times is accurate, if graphic. The religious wars lasted well into the next century and resulted in, among other things, the separation of church and state that we Americans enjoy, mostly in unfortunate ignorance.

Baddesley Clinton is noted also, if not noteworthy, for a Victorian pair of couples who resided there and fixed the place up, painters, poets, and philosophers who are now deservedly forgotten. Except for the house.

On the up-side, we camped that night at a real campground, one of the more interesting ones, at the Warwick Racecourse (horses), right in the paddock. While Vicki did the wash, I strolled about the town on a nearly-deserted Sunday afternoon. We had decided to forego the Warwick Castle "Experience," which we had done in 1989 with our daughters. Alas, poor Warwick!

Baddesley Clinton House

One of the priest-holes

Garden, grounds

Stained glass windows all around the house, mostly

celebrating the various coats of arms associated

A day at the races...