Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Lincoln Cathedral

We drove on from the motor-home show, stopping to over-night in familiar, friendly King's Lynn. Our next stop was Lincoln, in Lincolnshire, much more challenging topography that we didn't want to undertake at the end of the day: it's quite hilly and urban. Parking by the cathedral in Lincoln next morning was indeed a challenge--it sits high on a hill overlooking the city--and we settled for street parking a half mile away. Downhill. We did the cathedral, a shortened version, but were nonetheless pleased with our visit, and moved on. Lincoln Cathedral is held in high regard by some. Ruskin said it was worth any two other British cathedrals. If your expectation is that every cathedral should be a French Gothic, then you'll like Lincoln. It was started late in the 11th century, like all the other Norman edifices. But Lincoln had a series of disasters...a fire, the collapse of a tower, an earthquake (!) that brought the whole building down, another collapse of the crossing, and then the main steeple blown down...perpetual rebuilding made it more a 13th or 14th century cathedral, and hence, Gothic, complete with flying buttress, windows, some height, etc. It's notable for its size, fourth largest in the UK, and for its height, avec steeple, the tallest building in the world for a time, but not so much anymore. Long story short is that if you want to see a French Gothic, go to France.
Castle not visited, despite the fact it houses one of the four "original" copies of the
Magna Carta; there were several iterations, of course, as King John kept denying
that he agreed to that, that it was really his signature, that he didn't have his hand
on the Bible, etc.; also omitting the market that featured ostrich eggs, free range
cheese, poacher pork, etc. Maybe it was the altitude...

Actually, the main reason we came to see Lincoln was for its west facade, the
largest in England, though not much adorned (no comparison with Wells);
and, actually, it is notable for being a false front; everything beyond the three
arched doors extends beyond the main building











































So, with the construction and all,  we were losing interested pretty quickly



















The only remnants of the Romanesque cathedral were these frescoes...Mouth of Hell,
personal favorite




















Helpful model; shows the false front bit at the top left; or perhaps you could argue
it is cruciform with five transepts, or maybe four a large foot-rest (the west)



















Knave view; note organ in the rood screen; again; in the C of E, they often explain the
rood screen as dividing between the sacred and civic bits of the building, as opposed to
dividing between priestly doings and knavely doings; never got the Council of
Trent memo from the Papists...

Peering further in...at this point, we were wondering whether this puppy was really
worth the 8L required for entrance





































Nave elevation

Ceiling

Not funny; we exited through the gift shoppe to tour the exterior and other bits

Central tower

Apparently so grotesque it had to be covered up

Still processing this one

Chapter house; the flying buttresses surely an affectation (don't call me Shirley)

Port bow

Vicki ponders the greatness of Alfred "Lord" Tennyson, local
boy done good; and his pooch


Inside the chapter house

Cloister cafe




































In the cloister

The main interest of which was the carved wooden bosses


We proceeded on



Monday, August 5, 2019

Norwich Motorhome and Camper Van Show

It really was just motor-homes and camper-vans. Had it included caravans (trailers), it would have been a far larger and more interesting show. The Brits are slowly getting into the motor-home thing, most still preferring to tow their caravans. We have no interest in caravans, but it would have been nice to see more accessories vendors and bespoke manufacturers. Oh well. We spent a pleasant morning at the show, dodging dogs and raindrops, collecting a few ideas, and making a few minor purchases; and moved on.
Lots of, um, interesting ideas



One-person camping car


Blows air over ice cubes; for 249L; ice cubes not included

Thinking ahead to next year in GB, or perhaps in Little England,
we again joined our favorite, the Camping and Caravanning Club

Thinking ahead to decorating our US camper, Le Sport

And what motor-home show would be complete without a
flavored gin shoppe?

I'll spare you all the interior shots of dozens of different
Class B campers

Anyhow, there we were...

At the Motor-home and Camper-Van Show...in Norwich, Norfolk...July 19th, 2019

Norwich

Norwich is a medium-sized city, a regional hub, once known for its manufacturing, which is now down to just Colmans mustard. That is to say, however, all the mustard eaten by the English comes from Norwich. (Nevermind Colmans is owned by Unilever). Anyhow, the cathedral, the castle, the market, and many of the halls and churches date from about the same time, that is, the Norman occupation, beginning in 1066, and just after. If nothing else, Norwich is also the flint-stone construction capital of the known universe. We thought we had seen flint-stone in Normandy and in Kent. No comparison with Norwich.
A pub across the street from the entrance to the cathedral grounds...largest
collection of apothecary bottles ever--this is just half the windows, all of which
display the bottles--including many blue ones, Rebecca

First of many flint towers

The castle not visited, Norwich Castle; not flint

Also not flint, the beautiful Royal Arcade, sort of Art Nuvo

Every bit as popular here as in the US

Entering the 900 year old market area--well, there's been a market in this place
for 900 years

Part of costume for my next Medieval fair

Much of the current market is small eateries


























































































We split fish and chips at a nice chippy; I get the fish, she gets the chips

Guild Hall, re-built in the 16th

Ever more flint; Fred and Wilma

More flint: former abbey halls, spared (for a price) by Henry VIII; either St. Andrew
or Blackfriars Hall

Interior of either St. Andrews or Blackfriars Hall (there was an event going on,
so they were technically closed)

Sic transit, Gloria




No end to the flint