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Angel is available as tour guide or tour planner and to give readings of her new manuscripts, "American Antics Through England and Wales" and Mony a Muckle Maks a Muckle: Adventures Through Historical Scotland. Read, comment, but have fun!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Royal Commission on the Ancient & Historical Monuments of Scotland
Monday, February 27, 2012
Tearooms!
Tea for Replenishment, Tea for the Joy of Having Tea

Right: Me & Tea with Breakfast, Gruinard Guest House, Beauly, Scotland. Kay Gillies can't be beat for hospitality!

Right: Me & Tea with Breakfast, Gruinard Guest House, Beauly, Scotland. Kay Gillies can't be beat for hospitality!
Left: Flodigarry Country House, north Trotternish, Isle of Skye. Try Flodigarry
Clootie Dumplings with Talisker Cream!
Clootie Dumplings with Talisker Cream!
Above: Petra is the host divine, at this Victorian house of Welsh slate. Mount Garmon View B&B, Betwys-y-Coed, North Wales.
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Right: Orrest House B&B, Lake Windermere, Lakes District. Teatime is any time in this 1713 hill residence.
Old Workhouse (The Pottery) in medieval village of Lacock, England.
Old Workhouse (The Pottery) in medieval village of Lacock, England.
Afternoon tea with cream cake from the bakery is just as nice in-room, with Jane Austen, in this lovely light-filled suite.
Left: Bolton Castle, Yorkshire, is not-to-be-missed and Tea is the best way to finish off your
intriguing exploration of this complete "ruin", from its cellars and threshing room to the high ramparts. You may want to include a tasty lunch after the thrill of this one. Walk it all off on the surrounding hills.
Right: Syke's historical Tearoom and B&B
Lovely accommodations abound in this
quaint hamlet where
All Creatures Great and Small was filmed.
You will be charmed by
fine walking in the Dales,
then warm up here in this cozy refuge.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Ty Bach, Cachdy, it’s All Welsh Toilets to Me!
1st Place Toilet Sign Winner Raglan Castle, Wales |
Now, what I’m about to say can go no further than here…the National Trust is a power I don’t want to contend with. In my enthusiastic sight-seeing frenzies, my growing audacity becomes frightful. On a visit to Wales' Croft Castle, I got to view a slightly more dignified style of latrine, just off of the receiving salon, below the stairs in what might have been a maid's closet. The National Trust forbids ‘filming’ of any inside areas, unless one receives special permission from a higher-up…but, oh, I was so tempted. Two tourists came in behind me and it took some creeping about, but I returned and got that shot. Oh my.
I vowed that ‘I will never do this again, and that I will ask permission’…but what if they say no? Don’t let your children read this—I am definitely a bad example.
Queen Mary's Pot |
I won’t go into the humanness of our curiosity about these things…but I do believe it is quite natural to be interested in all aspects of our excretions. Children are unselfconsciously motivated to explore. I find the toilets of the UK unsatisfactory for this exploration…one must examine ‘things’ to know the condition and results of one’s daily nutritional intake and in Britain, ‘things’ simply disappear in their modern apparatuses (not to mention garderobes of olde) once one has completed one’s processing. It is disconcerting, to be sure.
And though some castles with thoughtful builders even had a window and sometimes a few seats lined up for quiet reading pleasure, a copse of trees might have served as a more inspiring, not to mention less rank, experience than in the average claustrophobic stone garderobe.
Some fun loos I found have great views of mountain, sea and bay. These are at Castle Conwy, in North Wales. Ten open 'conveniences' had been built into the curtain wall, all lined up one after the other, that were used by the sentries. Everything simply landed outside the walls…talk about a way to protect your stronghold.
In honor of all of the old toilets that for hundreds of years provided rest and relief to lords and ladies and lesser mortals, I have provided a photo of my loveliest toilet sign winner, with the greenery of vines growing out of 600 year-old mortar. Take a gander at some of my favorite Welsh toidies and while you remember your own moments in the throes of need and there was no help to be found, give a hip-hip-hurrah for the ty bach and Age Cymru.
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