Hampton Court Palace

by CameronM Sun, November 30 2003 16:01

Just a short train trip south of Wimbledon lies Hampton Court Palace, the former country palace of Henry VIII and later monarchs. Originally built in 1529 for Cardinal Wolsey the palace passed to King Henry VIII after Wolsey fell out of favour. While early parts of the palace date from the 1500's other sections were added by King William in the 1700's. William's "Kings Apartments" were designed by architect Christopher Wren, who coincidently lived only 5 minutes walk down the road.

Being added to and renovated has meant that while externally the palace looks reasonably consistent, the interior contains sections that are openly medieval and would have no doubt been an embarrassment to any self respecting monarch. The Tudor Kitchen is purported to be one of the best surviving from the period of Henry, however I cannot imagine the chef enjoying it's primitive setup some 200 years later.
 
Many of the older sections were completely gutted to make apartments for citizens who had performed notable service for king/queen and country, when the monarchs finally abandoned the palace, which means that although still an eye opening display of royal life in the 1500's, leaves with an incomplete picture.

The later additions are as you would expect far grander and well preserved than Henry's palace, with the entire new "King's Apartments" open to the public and containing much of the original furniture and artwork. Unfortunately some archaic traditions still hold, and you're not allowed to take photographs of any kind, no doubt so you'll have to buy the overpriced book at the gift shop. This means that the elegant interior will have to remain a visual mystery, although I can state that it was very nice if you like sparse rooms with heaps of tapestry.
 
The layout of the rooms was simple, with the public areas towards the entry and Willy's privy rooms flowing back from there. The servants could access these areas via passages leading to the kitchen and other back of house areas. In fact Willy even had a disguised door directly beside his bed in case he needed his servant during the night. One job description that would have been interesting to write is the "Stole Servant", who was charged with assisting the king while he answered the call of nature in the aptly named "Stool Room".

The life of a servant in Henry's day was even harder than this, with some of the kitchen hands, as young as 8, being accommodated in the rafters above the kitchen and sleeping on the bags of produce. It certainly would have been a hard and gruelling life, slaving away while being forced to listen to the king and his merry guests feasting away upstairs.

William's privy gardens have been restored to their former glory and have a certain symmetrical and ordered charm about them. The rest of the grounds were very extensive and including plenty of land for the king to enjoy his favourite pastime - hunting. It was during one such trip that the king fell from his horse and broke his collar bone, a minor injury that having been ignored, became infected and turned fatal. The moral of this story is...don't go hunting?

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Salisbury by Night

by CameronM Sat, September 20 2003 07:26

Leaving London by bus accompanied by Tan, we were soon to discover how slow buses can be compared to other means of transport. Being a Saturday, the motorway was crowded and sluggish, while a boat show in Southampton caused massive traffic snarls. We arrived in Salisbury about 2 hours late and then set about locating the nearby YHA hostel, which we had booked on hostelworld.com before leaving London. Book Hostels Online Now

Salisbury is not too hard to find your way around so thankfully we were able to find the hostel, which was conveniently located half way up the only hill in town. For £14.90 a night, we got a bunk in a dorm room with about 12 other people.

Meeting up with some fellow travellers, we ventured out into Salisbury for a few drinks and immediately noticed the slower pace, quieter nightlife and fewer people. We were joined by Liz, a Canadian hospitality worker on a 2 week flying trip around the UK. Liz keeps us entertained with detailed descriptions of the ins and outs of ice hockey, a sport that seems to national obsession. Our fellow companion Dawn, though quieter spoken, demolishes all our preconceptions about people from Utah.

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Meeting up with Tan in London

by CameronM Fri, September 19 2003 07:22

Tan, the fellow Australian I had meet in the kitchen of a hostel in Cardiff the previous weekend, arrived in London. We headed out for a bite to eat in Earls Court before walking into Victoria bus station to check out prices to Salisbury.

Tan likes the buses because they are cheap, although I prefer trains, as there is less chance of them deviating from their course and it is usually easier to know when to get off. We book seats to Salisbury for the following day and head back (via the tube this time) to Earls Court.

I had been staying in hotels since arriving in London while trying to sort out a job and find somewhere to live, but the cost of accommodation, combined with the constant silence from ineffective recruitment firms left me feeling a tad stressed.

It wouldn't be overstating the case to say that my love for London was quickly dissipating. A weekend trip to Stonehenge would be a welcome release to trawling the Internet and applying for jobs.

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Taff Trail - Cardiff

by CameronM Sat, September 13 2003 05:14

I thought I'd really made a mistake by staying at the backpackers when last night revellers stayed downstairs partying until 2am. My room being directly above the bar I had absolutely no sleep and rose at 7am ready to kill anyone who mentioned what a great night it had been. After a breakfast of toast and coffee, I hired a bike from the hostel and headed south to check out Cardiff Bay, where they have spent a lot of money redeveloping the former port into a new commercial centre complete with restaurants and bars. At 9am nothing was open, but I was able to check out the foreshore and bay, which is now always at high tide thanks to the construction of a barrage that keeps the previous 12m tide outside the bay.

I returned to Cardiff and continued north along the Taff Trail - a 93km trail along the Taff river valley suitable for bikes and walkers. The trail heads towards Castell Coch, situated in the hills above Tingwynlais. Although it appeared impressive from afar, closer inspection revealed that the castle was quite small.

 Castell Coch, Cardiff

I continued along the trail until lunch time and stopped for what turned out to be the biggest hamburger ever (well close anyway). The lady at the pub where I stopped gave me a dirty look, I'm not sure if it was because I was covered in sweat, I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt or whether she just didn't like patrons (something a lot of shop/cafe/pub staff make no attempt to hide).

The scenery during the ride was for the most part very enjoyable, except for the few miles when it followed the rear of some rather dodgy housing areas or beside a roadway. The trail was clearly marked and mostly bitumen, with just the odd gravel sections. It was an enjoyable ride, but I was completely knackered when I returned to the hostel for a well earned shower and meal.

Some of the less inspiring vistas cycling the Taff Trail

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London - Cardiff

by CameronM Fri, September 12 2003 07:51

I had booked my ticket to Cardiff online and picked it up the day before at Victoria station, so all I needed to do today was finish packing my weekend gear into my backpack, store the rest at the hotel and make my way to Waterloo station. The train left on-time and it was a pleasant 3-hour trip through the countryside before arriving at Cardiff Central station.

The Backpackers was located only a short walk from the station, so soon I was joining the rest of the weary travellers, reading, watching TV or smoking in the lounge. I was surprised almost straight away at how little some backpackers actually do. I for one wanted to get out and explore, so I headed towards Cardiff Castle (Welsh: Castell Caerdydd) and wandered around the nearby park for almost an hour before heading back for a can of pasta and a shower.

As with St Paul's, workmen had disrupted my chances of a photo, with scaffolding around the front entrance of the castle. Interestingly the renovations are being funded by the Welsh lottery fund! What would we do without all the gamblers?

The Clock Tower begun in 1869

Castell Caerdydd

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The London Museum

by CameronM Thu, September 11 2003 07:48

After the disappointment of the British Museum, I thought I would attempt to redeem my 'cultural' ego by heading to the London Museum. I hoped here to find out a little bit more information about London history, and I wasn't to be disappointed.

The museum is located near the Barbican, which is an odd collection of commercial and government buildings, connected by elevated walkways. The whole effect is somewhat un-London, and feels very different from Leicester Square or Covent Gardens. It's also a fair walk but well signed so you at least know you're heading in the right direction.

The exhibits covered everything from the River Thames pre-history (Oh hold me back), to Roman settlement and on to the middle ages and more recent times. Apart from a giant leap between the departure of the Romans and the arrival of the Anglo-Saxons (a period of about 1000 years - oops where did that go), the museum has interesting displays that help paint a picture of how London developed and the reasons behind some of the many place names still in use.

After leaving the London Museum, I headed towards St Paul’s cathedral only to find it covered by scaffolding and tarps. Oh well, no photos for the diary there. It was only an accident that I saw the sign as I headed to the tube and decided to take a look, so I guess that's OK.

 

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The British Museum

by CameronM Wed, September 10 2003 07:33

Sick of job searching and excited by what classmates had raved about as the next best thing to Cairo or Rome, I headed to the British Museum. After shelling out 2 quid for a colour version of a map I later found out was available in black & white for free, I walked from the dark entry into a sea of light, with clean modern lines and a brightness that really takes you breath away.

Further investigation revealed that the recent addition of the opaque roof had opened up an area previously restricted from public use and made an awesome space where the modern facilities such as toilets, cafe shops and the like could be catered for, while enhancing the old circular reading room building. Inside the domed reading room were countless books where scholars and revolutionaries alike had researched plotted and read.

the domed reading of the British Museam where countless revolutionaries alike had researched plotted and read

The recent opaque roof had unlocked more public space

After enjoying the Great Court I headed for the Greek and Roman exhibits where I quickly discovered I preferred architecture and ruins more than isolated artefacts totally devoid of context. After forcing myself to view the contents of several of the enclosed glass cases and read the accompanying artefact notes, I found myself quickly moving through the next rooms looking for something 'really interesting'. Perhaps unlike my learned classmates (University of Queensland - Ancient History), these lonely artefacts simply didn't hold any meaning to me. Perhaps I should have been taking a greater interest in those 'Coins and Papyrus' classes. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something just didn't work for me. Maybe I'm used to the multi-media Discovery Channel documentaries that tie the artefacts in with the location and the archaelogical digs.

I soon found myself on a rapid journey around the world, passing by the Ancient Near East and straight onto Egypt and some 'gooey mummies'. Several of the poor buggers had been unearthed and were now on display for all to see. I don't think this is what the Egyptians had in mind when they prepared people for the after-life. I for one would have avoided being so well preserved if it meant every person on the planet could come and stare at my shrivelled and contorted features. Even so I still thought it OK to take a photo (or 2) - you know "do as I say not as I do".

gooey mummies for all to see

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Greenwich isn't that mean after all

by CameronM Sun, September 07 2003 06:19

The day started as per usual with the 4am body clock alarm. As per usual there was stuff-all to do at 4am, so I played on the computer and gathered my research from yesterdays travels. Still no clear idea of where I'd like to stay, there were several places that seemed OK but whether the prices and availability would agree was another matter.

After breakfast time finally arrive (you'd never believe how long it seems between 4am and 7:30am when you're hungry), I packed my bag and headed out to grab the Sunday edition of Loot hoping to clarify some of my questions. As a reflex action I checked my mobile phone and was surprised to see 2 missed calls registered. I had only been for a jog and breakfast, how could I have missed any calls? It was a message from my sister Tracy saying that they had information about accommodation in London.

Since I had spent most of yesterday scouring London and still couldn't make head nor tails of where to stay, this came as quite a surprise. The accommodation scoop came from Greenwich so since nothing was yet open in Bayswater, I decided to head there and take a look around.

I headed to Tower Hill (haven't I been here before) on the Tube and boarded the Docklands Light Rail (DLR) to Greenwich. After about 15 minutes I arrived in a quaint English village - What the? - was that really only 15 minutes, where's the asian/african/mid-east shops/people? It's so English, I didn't know if this can be true or if I've fallen asleep and been transported to an alternate reality.

Just a short stroll from the DLR station (about 5 minutes) through the town centre is Greenwich Pier, complete with an old sailing ship the Cutty Sark. The area around the pier, as with most of Greenwich is extremely well maintained and appears to be a popular stop for groups of tourists riding bicycles.

The Cutty Sark Greenwich

I returned to the city via the National Railway, with the station situated a little bit closer than the DLR. The trip to Charing Cross took a little over 15 minutes, but I'd have to say the scenery was truly miss-able. The railway seemed to pass some of the dodgiest areas in London, with more than its fair share of crumbling buildings and low-budget apartment buildings. Once at Charing Cross station it was a short walk to the Embankment tube station where I could rejoin the Circle line back to Bayswater.

After a disappointing Sunday roast at the local pub, I reboarded the Tube and headed to Victoria station with the intention of doing a quick walking tour of the inner-city sites. After a few minutes of confused map reading, during which time I fear I may have further confused two guys who had less of a grasp of their whereabouts, and English, than I did, I headed to Buckingham Palace.

I had timed my arrival well, arriving late on a Sunday afternoon the crowd was smaller than I would otherwise anticipate and the roads around the front of the palace and the Queen Victoria Memorial are closed to traffic.

Buckingham Palace

Following The Mall I headed past the Duke of York Memorial and onto Trafalgar Square, home to Nelson's Column, what is the deal with all these guys standing on columns. This must have been the inspiration behind David Blains first stunt where he stood for 36 hours on a column in New York, before jumping onto a pile of cardboard boxes.

FREDERICK DUKE OF YORK 1763 - 1827 Second Son of George III Commander-in-Chief of the British Army 1795-1809 and 1811-1827

Next stop was Leicester Square, which was alive with activity as people enjoyed the last remaining hours of the weekend, sitting outside the numerous restaurants, cafes and pubs. The Square and surrounding pedestrian malls seemed somewhat smaller than I remembered. That may have been because although there was still plenty of people today, it was nothing like the crush of humanity I expected. It's amazing how little things like being pressed against hundreds of other bodies can slow down your progress and make time stand still.

It seemed that just as I was soaking up the atmosphere and contemplating buying a slice of pizza I was unrepentantly facing Charing Cross Road and leaving the square behind. I was so disturbed by this that I did a quick trip round the block just to try and recapture that sense of awe, but alas I had seen the outside world and any hope of return was dashed, so I continued wandering towards Covent Garden.

Covent Garden too was moderately busy with people enjoying a vast selection of street performances while they ate and drank at some of the many food vendors. As I strolled through the covered shopping area, which during trading hours would no doubt be a place to hide your credit card, I was attracted to a crowd of people intently looking down into a lower courtyard.

As I approached I could hear what sounded like opera music, a suspicion confirmed as I took my place along the balustrade. A lady was sitting on a bar stool performing a scene from an opera (don't ask me which one) accompanied by music from a stereo. A few minutes later the ladies partner, who had been reclining against the wall stepped forward to conclude the scene with a string duet. I was amazed, I mean this was good. I know we've all heard those buskers in the mall, some are OK while others must surely be doing it as a dare, but these guys were great. As they finished the entire crowd applauded and many ventured downstairs to contribute to increasing pile of coins.

I was still rapt as I pulled myself away and left Covent Garden. My plan was to head towards one of the stops on the Central line so I could return to Queensway. After a slight detour (which way is up on this map?) I was on my way towards Holborn and soon discovered that the distances on the London Underground map are not to scale. Holborn was at least 10 minutes walk away, while on the map it appeared the same distance as Leicester Square and Covent Garden, which had taken only a few minutes.

The area near Holborn was a far more business orientated area and many of the old buildings had been fitted out to accommodate the corporate offices. The overall effect was quite good and the area, although currently empty had a clean and modern feel about it. Soon enough I reached Holborn and boarded the tube to Queensway where I rewarded myself with a tin of minestrone soup (yummy!).

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