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 The Isle of Skye–Investigating the Inner Hebrides:

At Eileen Donan Castle on teh Banks of Loch Druied en route to the Isle of Skye


Great weather made our exploration of the Inner Hebrides quite unforgettable. We awoke to a spectacular view of Ben Nevis from the bedroom window of our Quaich Cottage B&B and couldn’t resist taking pictures of the cloud-enshrouded peak. After showering quickly, we went downstairs to the dining room for our full Scottish breakfast that included two venison sausages which both Llew and I found very delicious.
We soon hit the road to Loch Ness and drove northwards, passing by the famous Caledonian Canal where it began at the little village of Banavie. The drive was just delightful. The area is simply chocful of lakes, all of which reflect the green vegetation of the mountain slopes. It was very reminiscent of the Canadian Rockies and Llew and I swore we could well have been there.

In Search of Nessie–the Loch Ness Monster:
Before long, we spied the southernmost shores of the famous Loch Ness and joined hordes of tourists in attempts to spy the infamous Nessie, as the Loch Ness monster is known. The road towards Invermorriston curved sharply making driving both strenuous and rather slow. En route, we passed by the famous Uruquart Castle (left) whose ramparts jut out into the lake. Lack of time did not allow us to explore the castle in its entirety, but we did stop to take pictures on the shore. There was nary a ripple on the lake’s surface—so any hopes of catching a glimpse of the elusive Nessie died immediately!

Off to the Isle of Skye:
Back on the road, headed towards the Kyle of Localsh and the Skye Bridge that would take us towards the islands of the Inner Hebrides, we stopped our car to give a ride to a hitchhiker named Joseph who happened to be an Irishman who had missed his bus to the Isle of Skye and was very grateful for the lift.


Chatting with him along the way took us past the famous Five Sisters of Kintail (gentle mountain slopes clad in green) and eventually the banks of Loch Duich on which the most photographed castle in Scotland (after Edinburgh’s)—Eileen Donan (pronounced ‘Doonin’) Castle offered wonderful photo opportunities of which we made the most.
Then, we were racing towards the Isle of Skye desperate to make our 1. 30 lunch reservation at the famed Three Chimneys Restaurant at Dunvegan about which we had read in The New York Times, three weeks ago. A quick call to them (thanks to my cell phone) made it clear that we would be unable to reach the restaurant in time and that they were unable to keep their kitchen open for us. Unable to keep our disappointment at bay, we decided to stop at the largest town on the Isle of Skye called Portree to eat ourselves a consolation lunch at a nearby bistro.

Lunch at Picture-Perfect Portree:

Skye is truly spectacular and reminded us very often of the western shores of Ireland around Connemara and Achill Island. The landscape changes dramatically presenting the motorist with the stark steeply rising mountain faces of the Cuillin Hills that are draped in a very light green but completely lack the presence of trees. Apart from flocks of sheep and brown cows that graze placidly along the slopes, there is no sign of any life. On the winding narrow roads that lead ever northwards to the more remote stretches of the island, there is barely any traffic. This is the point in Scotland when the lochs meet the ocean and the land and seascapes working in collusion are just stupendous. When we did reach Portree (above left) after dropping Joseph off at the crossroad, we arrived at a small bistro called The Bistro on the Main where we enjoyed a very good lunch indeed—glasses of Isle of Skye beer (“made with porridge oats!”) and prawn sandwiches for Llew and Fish and Chips (superbly fried haddock) for me.
Replete with our meal, we browsed around the stores and bought a few souvenirs before getting into the car again to undertake a loop around the northern reaches of the Isle of Skye where the natural scenery is most noted.

Here we were rewarded by frequent glimpses of the ocean punctuated by landscapes that looked more like moonscapes (left) .

 

 

We also saw a few of the famous Highland breed of golden cattle that sport a very shaggy mane and long curving horns. They passed right by our car doors allowing us to take a few good pictures (below left).

Having seen some of the most interesting parts of Skye, we made our way back towards Invermorriston passing by the Five Sisters of Kintail once again and admiring their rugged faces. Then, we were headed northwards towards Inverness where we hoped to find our Eilidh Bed and Breakfast before it got too dark. No reason to fear. Back on the shores of Loch Lomond a slight drizzle began but our car ate up the miles bravely and brought us into the town where we very easily found our abode for the night. Settling in our room, we took the suggestion of Ray, the owner of the house, that we take a walk towards the center of the city and the banks of the River Ness.

In and Around Inverness:
Indeed, Nessie makes her presence felt all around this area and the Ness Bridge that spans the river dividing the city in half offered wonderful floodlit views of the Castle of Inverness and the lovely old stone clad buildings that lined the banks of the river—buildings that turned out to be the Palace Hotel and Columba Hotel. Crossing the bridge, we arrived in the Town Center and wound our way through attractive shops that sold woolen items, postcards and a variety of souvenirs including Scotch whiskey. This corridor of Scotland, along the banks of the river Spey, is noted for its distilleries, and no doubt, we shall pass by and visit a couple of distilleries tomorrow. Indeed, we loved Inverness—it had the old-fashioned ambience of Edinburgh without the frenzy of the crowds and the dignity of Glasgow without its chaos. Our walk took us deeper into town and as darkness fell over the city, the golden orbs of the lamps that lined the River Ness’ banks, were reflected in the waters flowing softly downstream. The city was atmospheric in the extreme and both Llew and I fell in love with it immediately.


Then, twenty minutes later, we were back at our B&B, eating a sandwich and sundae dinner but not before we helped ourselves to a wee dram of Scotch whiskey which our host Ray told us represented a traditional Scottish welcome! It was warming indeed and reminded us of the brandy that our Mothers gave us when we were kids plagued by colds! A spot of TV later, news round-ups followed by some glimpses of the Highlights of the Beijing Olympics which are on right now, took us off to sleep.

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Inverness to Aberdeen

Inverness-Aberdeen

A Look at More Fairy-Tale Castles

 
 Outside Shakespeare’s Cawdor Castle

After breakfast in Inverness the next morning, we headed for Aberdeen but decided to stop en route to see some of the more interesting sites on the 106 mile journey.

Cawdor Castle–Setting of Shakespeare’s ‘Macbeth’:
Our first stop was Cawdor Castle, popularized by Shakespeare’s Macbeth but bearing little or no historical accuracy with the real events that led to the grizzly happenings of the play. Paying £4 each to tour the grounds and the gardens (we chose to pass on the interiors for want of time), we spent about an hour just taking in the magnificence of it all.

The castle has been beautifully refurbished to keep up with the huge tourist interest in it. For the half price we paid, we saw the stone exterior which was very impressive indeed, crossed the grass-filled moat to the entrance and I even had a peep into the interior which was furnished rather opulently in typical English-country style.

Cawdor has a spacious maze and we had a peak at that as well before we made our way into the spectacular gardens  (left)that were just full of autumnal blooms and I saw my very first blooming thistle for the first time in Scotland. Lavender was everywhere as were Asiatic lilies and rows and rows of a dropping white flower that I couldn’t recognize. We took so many pictures with the castle in the background and I found it hard to believe that I was actually in the venue of which I had read when I was in my teens—Cawdor Castle. I actually saw a bubble hole and a cauldron at the very entrance to the castle that was reminiscent of the first lines of the play–Macbeth.
Double Double, Toil and Trouble
Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble.

Over to Elgin:

Our drive took us further on to the seaside town of Nairn past a very small and very appealing country road—almost a bike pathway–before we caught the main roadway again and headed to the medieval town of Elgin which has a 13th century Town Center with cobbled streets and old stone cottages—just very beautiful. It also has a 13th century ruined cathedral which made some lovely pictures. We had a fantastically sunny day which was such a relief after all the clouds and drizzles we’ve passed through in the past week. But then my guidebook informed me that Elgin is the sunniest town in the entire UK and is known for its bright blue skies!


Well, just as we were about to leave the cathedral precincts, I spied a sign that announced Johnstons of Elgin Visitor Showroom and I told Llew that I wanted to visit it. This is because I am familiar with their products and love them dearly having used a 100% lambswool throw made by them which I bought over 10 years ago. Since we are decorating our new media room, it made sense for me to consider purchasing another throw for the new space. How delighted I was to explore the environs of this century-old showroom in the very place where the local sheep provide the wool that makes those luxurious items. Of course, we did find a throw that would suit the colors of our room and for a very affordable price –just £30 for a lambswool throw in a very bold plaid—in keeping with the plaid designs of Scotland–a very fitting souvenir indeed of a country that is filled with sheep at every turn!

Homeless in Aberdeen!
Back on the road, we drove through very gentle glens towards Aberdeen. There were very charming villages along the way, some no more than a single street with a few old stone cottages along the road, others complete with churches and greens and bridges. When we did arrive in Aberdeen, we tried to find ourselves accommodation for the night as this was the only place in which I did not succeed in finding a room before our departure from the US. Well, everything in Aberdeen was chocobloc and we could find nothing. We did walk the length of two streets for about an hour trying to find something but drew a blank. Finally, I suggested to Llew that we should start driving along the Royal Deeside (i.e. along the banks of the River Dee) and that we should keep our eyes open for any possibilities of B&Bs along the way.

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Glasgow

Glasgow

Glasgow: A Complete Wash out

Glasgow was truly a washout—in very sense of the word. For one thing, it poured all day and I mean all day. The distance between Edinburgh and Glasgow can be covered in less than an hour but we took a while, once in the city, to find our B&B—The Victorian House—on Renfrew Street where we were placed high up on the third floor in a tall building that lacked a lift! I have made a mental note, in the future, to only book B&Bs and hotels that can guarantee placing us on the lowest floor.

Pollock Park and the Burrell Collection:
Since it was so wet, it made sense to go out to Pollock Park in search of the famed Burrell Collection, one of the wrold’s most acclaimed private art collections, and after taking the local train there and walking through terrible weather, we arrived at the famous park only to find that the place was closed as a result of “industrial action”. It turned out to be a strike of the Council workers that brought all civic services to a standstill.

With disappointment, we returned to Glasgow to find overflowing dustbins everywhere (a result of the strike) and people who were most disinclined to help tourists. Our next attempt was to find Kelvingrove Park where we hoped to see the Glasgow Art School and, of course, that was closed too, making it impossible for us to take in the work of Charles Rennie Mackintosh which heralded the arrival of Art Nouveau in Scotland. Fortunately, I ran into a man called Peter at this point, who volunteered to drive us in his car to the Hunterian Gallery at the University of Glasgow—a set of imposing red brick buildings set in a sea of green. It took Peter a while to find the place but when we did, we were treated to the largest collection of James McNeil Whistler’s works outside Europe. Overall, it was a small collection and we saw it all rather quickly.
Afternoon Tea at the Historic Willow Tea Rooms:
Back on the underground again (which they call the Subway in this city), we arrived again at St. Enoch Station, where we walked quickly up Sauchiehall Street to the famous Willow Tea Rooms designed and created by Mackintosh at the turn of the 20th century. His work, characterized by grids, straight lines, checks, etc (reminiscent of Frank Lloyd Wright’s in the USA) is a contrast to the work produced by someone like Alfons Mucha in Prague whose curlicues and curvy motifs characterize Art Deco. In the tearooms which he created for Kate Cranston, Mackintosh’s work can be seen in the décor, the printed aprons worn by the waitresses, the china, etc. Llew and I had a pot of the Willow House’s special house blend and a scone each—easily the fluffiest scone I have ever eaten in my entire life–it melted like a cloud in my mouth when spread with clotted cream—and a slice of Chocolate Fudge Cake which we split. This was probably the brightest moment in our stay in Glasgow and I honestly feel as if I need to return to visit the city as we saw nothing on this trip.

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Loch Lomond & Loch Katrine.

Edinburgh

Outside Edinburgh Castle

We crossed the border, a little later, entering Scotland and passing through the evocative town of Gretna Green known for the many marriages that took place at the blacksmith’s shop following the many scandalous elopements of the era. By then, darkness had fallen and we were around Lockerbie, site of the infamous Pan Am disaster. We called Kathleen at our B&B for directions. She led us through unmarked country roads which gave us several hairy moments as Llew battled fading light and then pitch darkness, very narrow roads many of which were under construction and driving rain.

In the midst of those rather stressful conditions, we reached the village of Carnoch and found Carneil Farm B&B (bed and Breakfast–left), a real working farm house attached to barns filled with 200 black and white cows—real beauties—and barns full of hay where we finally met Kathleen who registered us, took our order for a full Scottish breakfast and showed us to our room on the first floor—a very cozy, very charming room beautifully decorated. We fell asleep resolving to get back to our homes wherever these may be early enough and without having to battle such bad driving conditions. Both of us have realized that our eyesight is not what it used to be and we need to work around our limitations.

Ancient History in Edinburgh:
We showered in a very tiny but very cute bathroom and went down to an enormous breakfast that included Scotland’s most infamous delicacy–haggis (very peppery, very strongly flavored sausage made with minced liver and kidney and stuffed into a sheep’s stomach!) and porridge (very unusual texture and served with honey—lovely!) and Highland oatcakes—tasteless biscuits, like dry toast that we ate with Dundee marmalade. We also ate scrambled eggs and pork sausages, bacon, mushrooms and tomatoes and brown toast with preserves and cheese spread and decaff coffee—on top of pineapple juice! This, as you can imagine, kept me going till 5 in the evening as we went about covering the most important tourist sites in Edinburgh—pronounced ‘Edin-bra’.
Across the Firth of Forth:
I loved the sound of that tongue-twister—The Firth of Forth. Forth is the name of the river and a firth is a small estuary. Hence, we had to cross the estuary of the river to get to Edinburgh from Dunfermline where our B&B was located (because Edinburgh was chocobloc and we simply could not find any accommodation there).

On Kathleen’s advice, we decided to leave our car at a ferry car park near the Forth Bridge and took a public bus to get into Edinburgh which we reached in about a half hour after getting to the ferry park via rural country roads and tiny villages. I slept on the bus, and when I awoke, I was in the capital city of Scotland at St. Andrew’s Square where the bus station was located.
Festival Time in Edinburgh:
Edinburgh was simply crawling with tourists and culture-vultures as the famous annual summer Edinburgh Festival was on as was the Fringe. We paused for a while at the Scott Monument to listen to a few bagpipers play for the tourists.

The Heights of Edinburgh Castle:
A quick stroll through Princes Gardens, full of flowering hydrangeas, took us towards the Castle which is one of the most important tourist sights. There a steady climb took us to the Ticket Booth where for £12 we had a guided tour that included the Honors of Scotland, i.e. the Crown Jewels, the oldest in Europe—a crown, a scepter and a sword lie on a satin coverlet enclosed in a glass case right besides the notorious Stone of Scone which was returned to Scotland in 1996—I had last seen it under the famous throne in Westminster Abbey 22 years ago. We also saw the two memorials to fallen Scottish soldiers from the American War of Independence onwards as well as the magnificent Great Hall, its walls covered with arms and armor, where so many royal banquets were held—rather similar to the many castles we have seen all over Eastern Europe. We also visited St. Margaret’s Chapel, one of the oldest buildings in Edinburgh and the smallest—able to seat only 25 people—and admired its exquisite stained glass windows!

Then, we found ourselves passing through the main courtyard of the Castle where the stands were all set for the famous Military Tattoo (for which, unfortunately, we were unable to obtain tickets as they were sold out months ago) and found ourselves walking along the famous Royal Mile which is lined with souvenir stores, shops selling superb Scottish woolen products and restaurants–not to mention places where you can buy a kilt (as I had done 22 years ago).
We saw some stupendous old churches along the way including the Church of St. Giles. Everywhere, there were performers galore giving street shows and dressed in costume—part of the many festivals going on simultaneously including the famous Fringe.
Scotland’s Colorful History at Holyrood House:

About twenty minutes later, at the end of the Royal Mile, we arrived at the famous Palace of Holyrood House which is still used as a royal residence by the Queen during her visits to Scotland. I took a picture with Llew on the same bench on which I had posed 22 years ago with Hyun-Sook Jeong from Oxford. Paying £8, we were given audio guides as part of our tickets that allowed us to guide ourselves through the splendid palace which was rather similar in style to the Wren-designed courtyard at Hampton Court Palace. Then, we were walking through the superbly decorated rooms still used by the Queen to host royal banquets today.
Eventually, we entered the most ancient part of the palace including the area associated with the ill-fated life of Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. What was most evocative was seeing her own bed chamber and the adjoining tiny dining room where she was at a meal with her ladies when three men broke in and, in her presence, stabbed her Italian secretary Rizzio 59 times. Her own husband, Robert Darnley is said to have been behind this murder being maddened by jealousy and suspecting his wife of having an affair with Rizzio—Darnley himself was killed a year later. We were actually shown the spot at which Rizzio fell as the Queen screamed in terror.

Also very interesting was the Long Portrait Gallery with 89 portraits of all of Scotland’s kings who ruled the country since the time of the Egyptian pharaohs. Then, with the light fading, it was time for us to get back to our B&B by a reverse journey on the public bus—but not after eating a lousy Italian dinner at a restaurant called Montrane where I had the first bad lasagne of my life (and Llew’s prawn sandwich was pathetic).Despite my doubts that we’d find our way back to Carnoch to our Carneil Farm B&B, we did get back rather easily and settled down for the night.

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Scotland

Scotland: Our Highland Fling

At Loch Duich en route to the beautiful Isle of Skye

In Fiction and Film, Scotland has been portrayed as a heartbreakingly beautiful country. Traveling through it, as we did in August 2008, we  saw its  splendor for ourselves. A travel writer in the New York Times once wrote that in Scotland, the most redundant question is: “Which is the scenic route?” Indeed, all of Scotland is picture-perfect. A land of countless lochs (lakes) and gently rolling glens (valleys), of amerthyst heather-covered mountain slopes and emerald-green pasture, driving throught it, no matter which route one takes, brings nothing but gasps to one’s lips.

Tourist brochures present rather cliched images of the country–tartan kilts, shortbread, drams of whiskey, grouse hunting. But, of course, there is more to the country than these well-known concepts. Yes, it was built on the strength of its rival clans, many of whom lived high up on the Mountains slopes–known as the Highlands. They did test their strength against one another in competitions that came to be called the Highland Games. They did use the waters of their local rivers (the Spey and the Dee) to distill into whiskey using malt to give it a distinctive smokey flavor. They did mince the livers and kidneys of their sheep, flavor them generously with pepper and stuff them into sheeps’ stomachs to create the well-known delicacy called ‘haggis’ which is the subject of so many jokes. Few people, however, make fun of the sublime smoked salmon which is also fished out of Scotland’s rivers or of the succulence of the steaks that are cut from Aberdeen Angus beef.

On our travels through Scotland, we found scenery that enchanted us but also history that fascinated and intrigued us. Behind every ruined castle that clings to a hill top or juts out into a lake, there is a story of bravery or treachery, of loyalty and love. No wonder Shakespeare’s Macbeth still haunts and Braveheart, the story of William Wallace, stole away all the honors at the Oscars. It is a land of stories–some fanciful such as that of Nessie, the Loch Ness monster, others real, such as the murder of Mary Queen of Scott’s secretary Darnley in her very presence–and of storytellers– some of the greatest literary masters of all time, Sir Walter Scott , Robert Louis Stevenson, Robert Burns and J. K. Rowling who created Harry Potter and his friends, were all Scots!

Llew and I had a lovely time in Scotland. We stayed in modest Bed and Breakfast establishments almost everywhere, choosing farms and fields filled with cows and hay barns, and cottages overlooking the mistiest mountains in order to experience a lifestyle that is still lived and still authentic and completely different from our own. We awoke to “full Scottish breakfasts” that included kippers and oatcakes, porridge sweetened with heather honey and Dundee marmalade that we spread on wonderful home-baked bread. Yes, we did try ‘haggis’ and found it palatable if not delectable and we did enjoy the hospitality of a people that were eager to share their culture with us. We became aware of a fierce Anglo-Scots rivality even in this day and age and of the pride of the Scots’ people particularly in light of the great victories in the Beijing Olympics of Chris Hoy.

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Woodstock

Woodstock Road and Port Meadow to Wolvercote

By this point, you have concluded the tour of the main sights of the university and the town. Should you wish to go further, you can continue walking all the way north on Woodstock Road past the Radcliff Infirmary on your left which is Oxford’s oldest hospital and the setting of the scene in the last episode of the Inspector Morse series in which Morse passes away. A twelve minute walk past some of the most glorious horse chestnut trees that are especially lovely in the spring time when their candle-like flowers paint the trees white, will bring you to Southmoor Road on which you make a left. At the end of Southmoor Road, you make a right, cross the narrow bridge over the railway lines and the Oxford Canal and cross a wide field called Port Meadow that will bring you to the opposite banks of the River Isis which is a tributary of the Thames.

Some of the most picturesque scenes in all of Oxford will confront you on this extended walk away from the city and into the very heart of the Oxfordshire countryside. You will see loads of wild bird life on the river banks, a number of house boats that are moored on the river (that will evoke scenes from Inpsector Morse episodes), herds of cattle (cows and oxen) that gave the city its name all those centuries ago, a number of horses and, depending on the time of day, vast numbers of crew teams practicing their sport on the river to the loud encouragement of their rowing coaches. These typically Oxford vignettes can only be experienced if you decide to get out of the city and, time and energy permitting, I would certainly recommend it. Annalisa’s adorable sons Giovanni and Giacomo (below)  accompanied us ontheir bikes as we took one such walk on a delightful spring evening.

About an hour later, walking over a very narrow footpath cut into the river bank, you will pass the Godstow Lock that regulates the level of water in the river and permits the safe passage of river craft. The Keeper of the Lock is in-charge of ensuring the smooth working of the device though rowers play their part as well in keeping the system working. At the very end of the path, you will arrive at a dead end on a very narrow street. You are now in the town of Wolvercote and on your right, you will see the red and white striped umbrellas that cluster around the very famous Trout Inn, scene, once again, of an Inspector Morse episode in which Morse and Lewis are poised above the wier that cascades like a small waterfall down into the river, under Godstow Bridge as the river flows towards Oxford.

 The Trout Inn located at 195 Godstow Road in Wolvercote is certainly worth a visit. Morse and Lewis often stopped there though they approached the Inn from the Wolvercote Rotary on the other side of the inn. The “Wolvercote Tongue” is also the name of an episode in the Inspector Morse series involving the disappearance of a rather valuable artifact from the Ashmolean Museum. Named after the town of Wolvercote, the artifact was supposed to have been excavated in this part of Oxford.

By this point in your walking tour, it will probably be dinner time and the inn serves magnificent gourmet meals and some really good cocktails. I settled for Pimms and Lemonade which I was assured was “a Trout Inn, Oxford and Summer tradition” and found it to be very refreshing indeed. Cozy up with your drinks by the river bank in the company of a friend and watch proud peacocks (yes peacocks!) strut past. It was my pleasure in the summer of 2006 to be introduced to this bewitching part of Oxford by my former Exeter College classmate Annalisa Oboe who was in the city with her adorable sons Giovanni and Giacomo during a sabbatical from the University of Padua in Italy where she is a Professor of English. As fellow Oxford lovers, we found little to be disappointed about on our two hour hike from Oxford to Wolvercote and a drink at The Trout Inn was a perfectly comforting way to end our day together.

For those interested in the history of The Trout Inn, it is one of England’s oldest hostelries, built originally in 1133 as a hospice to serve Godstow Nunnery that can be seen in a ruined state on the opposite side of Trout Island. With its ancient stone walls, and stonesfield slated roof, leaded windows and great oak beams, flagged floors and massive fireplaces that are always lit in the winter, it is arguably Oxford’s most atmospheric and hospitable inn. Matthew Arnold certainly knew it and in 1862, Lewis Carroll first conceived of and read extracts from “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” to Alice Liddel and her sisters on their river outings to Godstow which means “God’s”Place”.

There is no need to worry about walking back for another hour as, replete from some wonderful eating and drinking, you can take a bus back to Oxford city center from the main road in Wolvercote.

As you nurse your drink, the light will dim and you will, no doubt, spend many a pensive moment thinking about all the treasures you will have encountered during the course of your eventful walking tour of Oxford. While the curtain comes down on yet another glorious day in one of England’s oldest and most evocative cities, you will no doubt wish to return to explore some more wonders of this delightful place. Trust me when I assure you that you will find something fascinating to see and do each time you return to this magical place that Matthew Arnold caled the “City of Dreaming Spires”.

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Turl Street

Turl Street and Exeter College

Cross The Broad and walk alongside the wrought-iron railings that are topped by the sculpted busts of Roman philosophers. You will pass by a few stores selling Oxford memorabilia. Twenty years ago, I purchased a bone china cup and a sweatshirt, both of which I am very proud to say I still possess. You may also purchase post cards, college ties, mounted and framed pen and ink drawings of the colleges and other city landmarks. Make a left on Turl Street, sometimes called “The Turl”.

Turl Street:

You will have left the bustle of The Broad behind and will find yourself on a quiet, narrow street looking straight ahead at the tall spire of the Institute of Science. Turl Street is the location of three colleges but we will visit only one— Exeter College, the college that I attended in 1987 during an international graduate summer school. Most Oxford colleges are open from 2pm till 5pm daily, but do check the large notice boards placed right outside the Porter’s Lodge for correct opening hours.

Exploring Exeter College:

 The entrance to Exeter College is on your left hand side. Assuming the college is open to visitors, you go through the ancient low wooden door, past the Porter’s Lodge on your right and enter the beautiful Quadrangle. All Oxford colleges are constructed around the concept of the quadrangle or ‘Quad’ formed by the four walls of the residence rooms that house their undergraduates. You will see the steps leading to the spectacular Dining Hall on your right. This part of the college, unfortunately, is no longer open to visitors, though it is worth entering a dining Hall in Christ Church or some other college that charges an admission fee to permit visitors to wander in.

Oxford undergraduates dine “in Hall” at long tables lit by dim lamps. The exquisite wooden paneled walls are usually decorated with oil portraits of each college’s benefactors. At the very end of the hall is the Head Table or High Table, reserved exclusively for the Fellows or professors of the college who are known as “Dons”. When all the diners are assembled inside, the Hall Steward bangs thrice on the wooden floor with a heavy staff and the dons troop in together and take their seats at High Table. Grace is always said in Latin by the Master of the College who presides at dinner, after which pupils take their seats and the “scouts” come in bearing trays of food. For a good visual idea of what the atmosphere is like while a meal is in progress in Hall, do see the Harry Potter films.

Whereas the dining Hall of Exeter College is closed, visitors are free to wander in the Chapel  (left) whose entrance is on the left hand corner of the Quad. You will be struck immediately by the general air of antiquity that pervades this sacred space. If you are fortunate enough to be present while an organ recital is in progress or while a rehearsal is being carried out, do linger for a few minutes to get a sense of the majesty of ecclesiastical music as it sounds when it echoes around the Gothic walls of an Oxford chapel. Exeter’s Chapel is distinctive for the stunning mosaics that run around the main altar forming the features of the Apostles.

On your right hand side, when facing the main altar, you will see a magnificent larger-than-life size tapestry (left) depicting “The Adoration of the Magi” executed by William Morris, one of the best-known alumni of Exeter. Morris entered Exeter to train to become a minister of the church but he realized soon enough that he had a very special calling. Together with his friend and fellow-student Edward Bryne-Jones, he founded the Aesthetic Movement of the late 19th century and in the Art for Art’s Sake School of Thought that followed, the two friends influenced the course of art criticism for over a century. Morris spent his entire life in the Oxford area, buying and living in a house called Kelmscott Manor, close to Oxford, where he founded a printing press that brought out almost all his designs and patterns in wallpaper and stationery and printed his vast number of images of flowers, fruits and birds.

Exeter Chapel is also the setting for the suspenseful end of one of the episodes in the Inspector Morse series in which the wife of the Master of the College played by Geoffrey Palmer threatened to throw herself down from the organ loft after she discovers that her husband had abused their daughter when she was a child. The outside of the chapel is also the setting of the scene in the final episode of the series during which Morse suffers a sudden stroke, is picked up by Lewis and rushed to the Radcliff Infirmary which is located on Woodstock Road in the city.

After you have exited the chapel, make a left, walk alongside the west wing of the quad and turn left into a narrow opening that will lead you to the Margary Quadrangle that adjoins the main Quad. This addition, a more modern side of the college, has a contemporary sculpture in the center of the Quad and was built in 1964. The room I occupied at Exeter College during the summer of 1987 is located on the second floor of one of the buildings that comprise the Margary Quadrangle. It is a far cry from the original building whose construction began under Walter de Stapeldon, Bishop of Exeter in 1314. In the picture above above, I am posing in the Margary Quadrangle with the room I occupied at Exeter College behind me on the second floor.

Before we exited the Quadrangle, my friend Annalisa Oboe and I who had been classmates at Exeter College in 1987, stopped, for old times’ sake, to take pictures outside the Junior Common Room (right) and the Fellows Gardens (below left) where we had once hung out together. You can imagine how nostalgic this return to Exeter was for the two of us.

You will exit Exeter College through its main entrance and will find yourself on Turl Street once again. Right opposite is the entrance to Jesus College, a smaller college that is renowned for the fact that T.E. Lawrence (of Arabia) won a scholarship to the college in 1904. Make a left and keep walking straight down Turl Street past the entrance to Lincoln College on your left. This college is associated with alumnus J.R.R. Tolkien, author of The Lord of the Rings Trilogy who met his close friend C.S. Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia while they were both undergrads at Lincoln.

Continue Walking Tour of Radcliff Square

Radcliff Square

Radcliff Square

Radcliff Square:

Go back just a few steps and make a right on to the exceedingly narrow Brasenose Lane at the end of which the scene will open up into a wide square dominated by the presence of the circular domed building called the Radcliff Camera  (left) that was built in 1748 by James Gibbs as a memorial to the physician Dr. John Radcliff (1650-1714). This Baroque building is closed to tourists today as it serves the needs of researchers and students, being the entry point for the acquisition of any of the materials contained in the Bodleain Library.

The Bodleian Library:

Your next visit then should be to the main building of the Bodleian Library that was founded in 1320 and expanded in 1426 by Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester (1391-1447) and brother of Henry VI when his collection of manuscripts would not fit into the old library. It was refounded in 1602 by Thomas Bodley for whom it has been named. Thomas Bodley forbid the keeper of the museum to marry. This library is one of the six copyright deposit libraries in the country and is entitled to receive a copy of every book published in Britain.

 

To enter the Old Schools Quadrangle of the Bodleian, you will use a small doorway on the left side of Radcliff Square. Once inside, you will see The Great Gate on your right hand side, at the base of the monumental Tower of the Five Orders of Architecture (left) . On your left, you will see the sculpture of Sir Thomas Bodley in the garb of a knight (above right). Right behind him is the entrance to the Divinity School (1488) which has a spectacular pendant vaulted ceiling in stone with 455 carved bosses representing Biblical scenes, mythical and real beasts. It is one of the country’s finest Gothic interiors and must not be missed (see below).

Exiting from the main hall of the Divinity School (left), you will pass through the Bodleian Library Gift Store from where you can purchase all kinds of memorabilia associated with your visit. The interior of the Bodleian Library might be visited on special tours that involve an admission fee of five pounds, but for our purposes, it is adequate to know that the Bodleian is one of the world’s greatest libraries and one in which academics feel privileged to carry out research. While I did use the Bodleian Library as a student at Oxford, many years ago, most of the material I required for my doctoral research, was located in the Indian Institute Library, which is a part of the New Bodleian Library and has an entrance that is located on Parks Road which can be reached by continuing on Catte Street where it intersects with the Broad.

Church of St. Mary The Virgin:

Walk out of the Bodleian Library Complex on to Catte Street and make a right. You will pass right by the Radcliff Camera on your right hand side with All Souls Collegeon your left. Straight ahead of you is the entrance to the Church of St. Mary the Virgin (above), the official church of the University and the most-visited parish church in England. It is certainly worth spending some time inside the church and, if time permits, do consider climbing up the steps to get some truly stunning views of the colleges and the town from the rooftop. In particular, you will notice the downs and fells that surround the city. It was in this church that Oxford’s three martyrs, Cranmer, Latimer and Ridley were pronounced heretics and were condemned to death by burning at the stake in 1555 during the horrors of the Protestant Reformation in England.

A good place to stop for lunch is the Vaults and Garden Restaurant of the Church which serves a very decent meal and some fine wines. Depending on the weather, you might choose to sit out in the garden as I did on my last visit with my friend Annalisa Oboe to enjoy a meal in the shadow of the Radcliff Camera. Inside, the restaurant has a pub-like atmosphere and is an ideal spot in which to rest for a while before undertaking the next leg of our walking tour.

Continue Walking Tour of Carfax and Christ Church College

Queen’s Lane

Queen’s Lane

Oxford – Queens Lane and “The Broad”

You will probably arrive in Oxford by coach. Your best bet is to alight just after the coach passes Magdalen Bridge—you will see the beautifully laid out formal pathways of the Botanical Garden on your left. This is Oxford’s High Street, long known as “The High” to Oxford undergrads. Shops line both sides of The High and you might well decide to stop for a quick cup of morning coffee across the street at The Queen’s Tea Room before we begin our exploration of the city on foot.

Queens’s Lane:

Let’s start our stroll on Queens’ Lane which you will find immediately to the left of The Queen’s Tea Room. This is probably the quietest street in Oxford and, depending on the time of day, you might well have this narrow winding lane all to yourself. On your left are the honey-toned walls of Queens College while on your right are the walls of St. Edmund (Teddy) Hall. If you are fortunate enough to be in Oxford in spring, you will be enthralled by the sight of a dozen blooming cherry trees on your right peaking above the walls and painting the lane a baby pink (above right).

A few feet ahead, you will start to see, on your left, the twin spires of All Souls College (left) which was founded in 1438. Press on ahead another few steps and one of the loveliest vistas awaits—position yourself in such an angle as to be able to view, at the extreme left, the single spire of The Church of St. Mary the Virgin, the twin spires of All Souls College and peaking in-between them, the verdigris dome of the Radcliff Camera (below).

Queens Lane bends left and becomes New College Lane. Follow the bend in the road until you see a dead end on your right hand side—this is the main entrance to New College. One of the grandest colleges, it was founded by William of Wykeham in 1379 to educate clergy to replace those killed by the Black Death of 1348. Indeed, in its earliest years, Oxford, like its counterpart Cambridge University, was intended to be a residential institution to train young men to become ministers in the Church. Latin, Theology, and Divinity Studies, therefore, formed a mandatory part of the undergraduate’s syllabus.

Just in front of you is the lovely Bridge of Sighs (left), a covered bridge built in 1914 that joins together the Old and New sections of Hertfort College, based on the designs of the Bridge of Sighs in the Italian city of Venice.

 

Catte Street:

You will, no doubt, wish to take a picture at this point, both of the bridge itself and of the vista that lies just ahead on the other side of Catte Street—the oddly-shaped building of the Sheldonian Theater (right), one of the best-known buildings in Oxford. Completed in 1669, this was the first building designed by Sir Christopher Wren and paid for by Gilbert Sheldon, then Archbishop of Canterbury. This building is not open to tourists but if you are lucky enough, you might be able to visit it during the graduation ceremonies that are held here with much pomp and pageantry and which bring out the University’s highest dignitaries including the Chancellor himself. In the Inspector Morse series, Sir John Gielgud who plays the Chancellor in one of the episodes actually leads a procession along Broad Street to the entrance of the Sheldonian Theater in which chaos erupts following the murder of one of the marchers. The classical design of the oval building is based on the Theater of Marcellus in Rome. The octagonal Cupola that crowns the building was built in 1838. Do not hesitate to pass through the ornamental wrought-iron gates and stroll over the pebble-strewn yard of the Sheldonian. When you have posed for pictures with this lovely architectural monument in the background, you can return to Catte Street and turn left.

Broad Street or “The Broad”:

A few steps ahead, Catte Street intersects Broad Street. Make a left on “The Broad” (as it is known) and take in the sight of bookshops, pubs and tearooms all along the street. Cross The Broad and make your way to Blackwell’s Book Store. Before you enter the doors of this Oxford institution, take a look across the street and make sure you notice the busts of Roman philosophers that line the street just outside the Sheldonian Theater.

Blackwell’s has been in business in Oxford for centuries. Apart from selling new and used books to generations of Oxonians, it organizes interesting literary walking tours of Oxford, readings and signing sessions by famous writers (Christopher Ricks was scheduled to speak on Contemporary British Poets a few days after I last visited). In keeping with the trend that has seized bookstores world-wide, it now boasts a café on the second floor that serves good lattes and cappuccinos and a variety of baked goods. Feel free to browse among the stacks to pick up a treasure you might not have found anywhere else. If you do not feel the need to stop, you may continue the tour.

As soon as you get out of the bookstore, you will see on your right The White Horse Pub, one of England’s oldest, dating from the 1590s when it was called ‘The White Mermaid’. After restoration in 1660, it was named ‘The Elephant’ and, a hundred years later, it acquired its current name. Steps lead down through a little door into the dark interior of the narrow wood-paneled room beyond which dates back to the 18th century. During the rebuilding of the façade in 1951, a painted wall was discovered upstairs, and in the room was a witch’s broomstick—superstition discouraged anyone from touching it! The White Horse is sandwiched between the two halves of Blackwell’s and is a favorite haunt of Morse and Lewis in the Inspector Morse TV series. It is the pub in which Morse frequently stops for a pint of brew even while he is on duty whereas Lewis contents himself with a glass of orange juice!

Continue Walking Tour down Turl Street

Cornmarket

Cornmarket

The High, Cornmarket and St. Giles

Exit University College and make a left on High Street to walk towards Carfax Tower (below).

At Carfax, make a right on Cornmarket Street, a lovely pedestrian plaza that is full of chain stores such as Gap, Boots and Burger King. There was a time when British department stores such as C&A and Mothercare were located on this street and I do recall doing a great deal of shopping in them, twenty years ago. While Debenhams is still present on this street, many of the shops have changed ownership and in keeping with the times, Vodafone and Lloyds Bank are now to be found here.

Walk a few steps ahead, and make a right on Market Street. Just a few feet ahead of you, on your right hand side, you will see the entrance to Oxford’s famous Covered Market, an enclosed space for the sale of all kinds of merchandise from fresh fish, meat, fruit, vegetables, cheese, prepared sandwiches, and, somewhat inexplicably, boots and saddlery. One of my earliest shopping experiences in Oxford involved the buying of cheese for a cocktail party that was to be held in the private room of my tutor at Exeter College, Thomas Docherty. I was rather uninitiated in the art of buying cheese at the time and put myself in the hands of the cheesemonger who recommended a rather ripe blue-veined Stilton that smelled strongly, a mature Cheddar and a very good chevre. You might choose to browse quickly through this market that was constructed in the 19th century, so that the smells of decaying food would not be a source of too much nuisance to the students.

Exit the Covered Market. Make a left on Market Street and a right on Cornmarket Street past the ancient stone studded tower of St. Michael’s Church, one of Oxford’s oldest. You can choose to pay the entry fee that will permit you to visit the church and climb up the tower for some interesting views. At the end of Cornmarket Street lies the Broad Street intersection. Make a slight right to walk along Magdalen Street. On your right are the walls of Balliol College

A few steps ahead of you, on your left hand side, you will spy a rather antiquated monument. This is the Martyrs Memorial (right) which commemorates the deaths by burning at the stake of Cranmer, Latimer and Ridley in 1555 and 1556 after the fiercely Catholic Queen “Bloody” Mary committed them to the Tower of London for their heretical views, then sent them to Oxford to defend these in front of the Doctors of Divinity who declared them heretics. The Memorial was designed in 1843 by George Gilbert Scott and based on the Eleanor crosses erected in 12 English towns by Edward I (1239-1307) to honor his queen. The Memorial is a hangout for tourists and students alike who throng the steps leading up to it when the weather permits.

Beaumont Street and The Ashmolean Museum:

Cross the street at the Martyrs Memorial and walk on Beaumont StreetYou will see the grand proportions of the Neo-Classical Ashmolean Museum building of 1845 right in front of you. Walk towards the main entrance(right)  to admire the architecture of one of the finest museums in England outside London. Named after Elias Ashmole, an antiquarian who acquired the collection of the two John Tradescants, father and son, who amassed a large number of “curiosities “, the initial collection is today overshadowed by later acquisitions such as paintings by Bellini, Raphael, Turner, Rembrandt and a number of pre-Raphaelite works. Perhaps the single most important item in this collection is the gold enameled ring known as the Alfred Jewel which is 1000 years old. The Ashmolean is also known for its changing seasonal exhibits. It has lovely park-like grounds at the back which were the setting for one of the Inspector Morse episodes in which Morse re-connects with an old flame named Susan who rejected him in favor of an Oxford don whom she eventually married. In an episode entitled “The Wolvercote Tongue”, a rare antiquity from the Ashmolean becomes the focus of inquiry for Morse and Lewis causing them to seek advice from one of the curators within.

The Randolph Hotel:

Cross Beaumont Street and, time and inclination permitting, enter the posh Randolph Hotel which was built in 1864. An episode from Inspector Morse was shot in the beautifully-appointed restaurant of this hotel. Morse stops here to have a drink in the company of a woman whom he hopes will help him solve a murder. You might want to experience the ambiance of this hotel for yourself by ordering a drink in the restaurant or settling down for High Tea, as I once did, a tradition that will permit you to partake of excellent finger sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam and a pot of freshly-brewed Earl Grey. It is certainly worth entering this place to admire the superb ornate stairway leading to the rooms upstairs.

The Eagle and Child Pub:

Leave the Randolph Hotel behind you and return to St Giles Street. Just a few feet ahead, on your left, you will pass by another famous pub The Eagle and Child which takes its name from the Earl of Derby and has been a pub since 1650. This was the favorite watering hole of the members of the “Inklings Club”—J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis who often met over a pint for discussion and argument in a place they called “The Bird and Baby”. C.S. Lewis wrote of the golden sessions they enjoyed by a blazing fire with their drinks to hand, and the wide-ranging nature of their philosophic and literary conversations. On a wall near the bar, is a note to the landlord from Lewis and Tolkien, written in 1949 during one of their convivial meetings—it bears their signatures and states that they have drunk his health.

Leave The Eagle and Child behind, make a left  and continue walking along St. Giles. On your right hand side, you will see the more modern War Memorial (right) which commemorates the deaths of all Oxonians who gave their lives to the Great War, so many of them being snatched in the prime of their youth, in sacrifice to their country.

Continue Walking Tour of Woodstock Road and Port Meadow