Sunday 23 July 2023

York and Edinburgh on a mission


In the autumn of 2016 a special mission necessitated a road trip to Edinburgh. 

We used the opportunity to stop over in York. 




Walking around the historic Minster quarter and Stonegate in the early morning, the streets were still deserted and few shops yet open.




At the Shambles, the market was just starting to trade




Finally we could breakfast at the famous Betty's tea room



before exploring the magnificent York Minster




and admiring Constantine, whose accession as Roman Emperor took place in this spot in AD 306, his languishing hand lazily plucking at more territory.




Back on the road we made a pitstop to view Antony Gormley's Angel of the North from up close





... and by early afternoon we were in Edinburgh, enjoying the autumn sunshine in Princes Street Gardens 


             Views to Edinburgh castle from Princes Street Gardens


and coffee below the Scott monument





Next day we walked to Stockbridge where The Ginbowlers were in fine form, with full audience participation, for a late brunch outdoors






There was a final visit to Armchair Books, book lovers' heaven ...




before we focused on our real mission here ...



picking up this sweet pup from his Edinburgh home-from-home sojourn, to escort him back to London - 





York and Edinburgh, UK, October 2016



 

Floating down the Rhine in Basel

 

Our expedition to the tip of Italy began just across the English channel, in Lille, in cool 6 am darkness. 

Somewhere around Reims or Épernay there was a pit-stop at a roadside L'Arche for coffee and a croissant, before driving on through French farmland, and by 11.30 we were well into the Vosges and Alsace. Things were getting German. 


By lunchtime we were in Basel, Switzerland, looking down on the Rhine.




It was a hot Saturday, 29 degrees, and in the Rhine were not only pleasure boats but also loads of swimmers - or floaters, rather.
The Rhine runs through the centre of the city in a strong, fast current. All through summer, the thing to do in Basel is jump in the river upstream and let the current sweep you along.




There's nothing to do but float, enjoying the sun on your face, for miles ... with a specially designed waterproof bag that sells everywhere here for keeping your clothes and belongings dry, doubling as a flotation pillow to hang onto. And when you hop out, there's a bus to take you back to where you started! Swiss efficiency.




Before I dipped a toe in, I would need to know how clean the water was! Pretty damn clean, it turns out. Billions of euros have been spent on cleaning up the Rhine and keeping it that way. I'm in awe of how Switzerland and Germany manage to be industrial and manufacturing power-houses of Europe (Basel is the hub of the pharmaceutical industry) and at the same time the leaders in green-ness and preservation of the environment.




Les Trois Rois, one of Basel's grand old hotels, was the perfect place to drop in for a drink and lunch on the terrace with a view of the Rhine

 



This is a distinctly people-friendly city, we discovered, as we walked across one of the bridges closed to all traffic except for the trams which silently criss-cross the city. 




Public transport is not only efficient and 'green', but also cheerful ...




In the Marktplatz and Theaterplatz everyone was enjoying the last of summer days and street food ...




This may be one of the most expensive countries in Europe, but hugs were free from this friendly guy!




At the Basel Münster there were games of boules under the trees




and at the extraordinary Tinguely fountain where mechanical sculptures play with water, children were dipping their feet and dodging the spray.




Besides pharmaceutical company headquarters, Basel is most famous for being a major art centre of the world. There are more art galleries and museums concentrated here than in most far bigger world cities 


Kunstmuseum Basel

 
Older buildings blend seamlessly with modern ones. Town planning here (as in Germany) and protection of the natural environment are fantastically well done.






Did I mention that Basel is spotlessly clean? We watched street sweepers cruising the streets at the crack of dawn, and people carefully hand-sweeping the pavements in front of shops and hotels for the odd cigarette butt or stray leaf. 




We were sorry to leave Basel on Sunday morning, after a last linger on the bank of the Rhine where early swimmers were already doing their floating thing, and cyclists were freewheeling alongside the river. 




What a civilised, liveable city. All I need is a Swiss bank account and I'm moving right over there.




Basel, Switzerland, September 2016
Puglia trip, day 1







Crossing Lake Como with bikers

 

On day two of the road trip to Italy, south of Basel, we entered the 17km long Gotthard tunnel that bores under the Alps and pops you out in Italian Switzerland - to drive alongside the beautiful Lago di Lugano with gorgeous homes on the edge of the lake surrounded by mountains. 


Lugano is right on the border with Italy; we crossed over and minutes later had the first sightings of serene Como in muted shades of blue and green under an overcast sky.




At Cadenabbia we drove onto a car ferry. 
These ferries cross the lake every half hour and we were waved on with little concern for order. Cars and motorbikes filled up the boat deck higgeldy piggeldy, Italian style. 

At the back, with a fabulously un-British finger to health and safety there was a basically pointless loose rope across the open end of the boat, where the bikers were standing and chatting.




As we pulled away from the west side of Como lake, we joined everyone else on the roof deck of the ferry 




(including a wee and clearly cosseted dog)




from where we had perfect views of a receding Cadenabbio, where Mary Shelley stayed and lingered - was she one of the first of the 19th century Brits to become obsessed with the beauty and quality of life in Italy?




and watched the 'pearl of Como', Bellagio, drawing near.




The wee pooch sped off the ferry in a stylish open-top red car, bound for who-knew-what Sunday adventure.




Byron adored Bellagio and Flaubert declared that one could 'live and die here', but could we find the smallest sliver of a parking space?

Sadly no, so it was onwards and upwards along the coastal shore of this uniquely gorgeous lake, where locals were soaking up the last of the summer sun on jetties and tiny beaches




looked over by peeling ochre mansions and olive trees




Lake Como, Italy, September 2016
Puglia trip