The West Country

Wow, how do I begin to describe the beauty of the area they call the West Country. Some may say a piece of heaven. Others driving from one small town to the next, may consider roads hellish. However, everyone is surprised by the beauty just over the next hill. It is an area of England I had only heard but now part of our memories looking forward to next visit.

Our first day’s journey takes us from Hampshire county to the town of Exeter in Devon. The drive through the new forest, where sheep and ponies roam free, was pleasant and gave us glimpses of what was still to come. We continued on to the Juassic coast to search the beaches filled with treasured fossils. We found some at least at the local museum. Mary Anning (21 May 1799 to 9 March 1847) was an English fossil collector, dealer, and paleontologist. She became known around the world for important finds made in Jurassic marine fossil beds in the cliffs along the English Channel. Lyme Regis in the county of Dorset in Southwest England was her home. (Wikipedia) She was a female breaking the barrier of male dominance in this science. The book made into a film called “The French Lieutenant’s Woman” was also written in Lyme Regis.
Next stop was Colyton to Seaton Tram ride along the wetlands down to the Coastline. Saw a pheasant and loads of ducks! Met with family staying at Caravan site overlooking an awesome bay. BBQ, great visit and we were off to Exeter.
The town center of Exeter and the huge cathedral is spectacular. St Caterine’s Almshouses was bombed during WWII and now serves as a reminder to the brave soldiers who fought for our freedom.

Day 2 we were off again through the moors. Sheep, beautiful landscape and narrow roads bordered by stone hedges overgrown with years of vegetation, kept us focused on the road ahead. We stopped at Widecombe in the Moor which is a village steeped in history and famous all over the world for Widecombe fair, Uncle Tom Cobley and all. There is a 14th century St Pancras Church called “The Cathedral of the Moor”. Search the net for the Dartmoor Story.

Can you imagine driving along these moores and saying, “Good place for a prison”? Dartmoor prison still operating today was built between 1906 and 1908 to house prisoners of war in lieu of prison ships or hulks. Living conditions were not much better and prison sometimes meant entering alive, but leaving in a box. The prison was designed for 1000 prisoners. It grew in excess of 1500. In 1813, it housed American prisoners, not from the war of independence, but from the forgotten war of 1812. America had to declare war again on a defiant England refusing to accept American Independence. Today the prison accommodates minimum security inmates but back then housed war prisoners and worse affendors of the Crown.

Now, if abstract art is your thing, visit Sir Francis Drake’s Buckland Abby Barn to view Andrew Logan’s Cosmic Egg. For me, more impressed with huge barn. The story of Francis Drake’s life is extraordinary from a meek farmer’s boy dreaming of being on a ship to a master commander who helped stop the Spanish invasion of England in 1588. He had previously been very successful in Spanish raids as payback for their attack on his vessel in 1567. Payback is a b… Then knighted by Elizabeth, he also becomes Mayer of Plymouth in 1581, before buying Buckland Abby. It remained in the family until recent times. Not bad for a lad with a dream! We ended up at Looe at the Shellseeker’s Guest House overlooking the Harbour. Great accommodations! Of course a stop at the Three Pilchards pub in Polperro helped put us in a great mood.

The 3rd day, we were off to Bodinnick where a short car ferry replaces no bridge. A little walk around before heading to Fowey pronounced foy to ryme with joy. The river Fowey rises high on Bodmin Moor and flows to the Atlantic. The Harbour has always been a seafarer haven and participated in the defeat of the Spanish Armada with Drake. Fowley’s history goes all the way back to 200 B.C. A short drive on to the museum at Truro and tour of Cathedral before pub at Marazion to get a glimpse of St Michaels Mount. We stayed the night at Helston’s Premier Inn to recharge our batteries.

On day 4, we were at St Michaels Mount for 10 am at low tide. Best to plan your trip according to tide schedule so you can walk across on the ancient cobble stone road. Boats at high tide are slow and cost extra. History of the Mount is so great but the actual walk up the old castle, is spectacular. Look for the giant’s heart on your way up. By the way, the Chevy Chase room is not named after the  actor. The real meaning relates to the fox hunt or chase. When you get to the top, you view a wonderful surrounding of gardens and sea. Words cannot describe the serenity. We left before the crowds and the rain started.

Next on our journey through Cornwall was the Cable and Wireless point of convergence that kept the Allied world in communication during WWII. It is now fiber optics network to the whole world. Here, in the small town of Porthcurno, the world received vital communications even through constant bombing cut off London, this site continued the relay of messages.

Land’s End which is farthest anyone can travel without a ship is only 3,147 miles to New York from this spot. I think I will take an airplane. There have been at least 37 ships sunk off these shores so yep, airplane for me thanks.

We next headed along the narrow roads where lots of tin mining ruled the economy of the day. Then we stopped at St Ives for walk around this beach and harbour town. It was full of people enjoying the great sunny day. Enjoying the sunset at a pub was a great ending to the day.

Day 5 begins back at Helston as our base but now off to Port Isaac, Tintagnel and Boscastle. The later being our first stop. If you live on this planet and it is fair to assume, we all do, we are not immune to disasters. Boscastle was the location of tremendous floods on 16 August 2004. Helicopters were air lifting survivors from house tops. The slow flow of water from the hills down to the harbour became a raging torrent in hours of rain. Streams blocked by trees and debris served as dams that broke. This town now seems so quaint again though I am sure for those caught in the moment, shall never forget.

There have been many kings layed claim to Dumnonia but the magical world of Merlin and King Arthur in Tintagnel lasts in our memories. This mythical king was conceived here. Perhaps it was a little magic potion given to the King of Britian, Uther Pendragen, to look like Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall. Perhaps it was just passion of one desiring another’s wife. Regardless, Gorlois’ wife Igraine becomes pregnant with the future king, Arthur. Legend or lies? You be the judge. The potion maker Merlin lived in the caves below this grand castle on a huge hill where wind howls and the sea surrounds most of the rocky land. Centuries of ruins reveals the magisty of a time of old. The original great hall dates back to 1230 but was mostly left for erosion after death of Earl Richard in 1272. Upkeep continued and a prison remained for another hundred years before abandoning. A sculpture of King Arthur stands at the top of the land to serve as watchman over the mysteries beneath.

Next stop was Port Isaac via Pendoggett where we stayed for the night. Port Isaac is made even more famous because of  the filming of Doc Martin series. It is hard to imagine how such a small part of the port is captured on screen to film the series, but that is the modern day magic of TV. There is a small sign stating his house three doors up on left. The actual house is now for sell. Any buyers? We had a pub break just next door to the drug store used in the series before returning to our accommodations.

Day 6 after leaving Pendoggit took us to Morwellham Quay. There was a lot of mining in those hills. The problem was to get the copper ore from the tunnels in the hills to the quay where ships could transport the ore up to Scotland. They had the copper ore but no coal for smelting. Both West Country and Scotland enjoyed a profitable partnership until copper prices fell as mined elsewhere like Chilli. Morwellham survived many floods and copper downturns by mining arsenic after the copper extracted. I did not know arsenic is product of chemical reactions between copper and rock minerals. It is not poisonous in natural state. It becomes toxic after exposure to heat for a couple of iterations. I am sure discovery of process fatal during first attempts of cashing in on this product. It prolonged the economic life of this area for another twenty years.

We then headed to Dartmouth where we took a ferry across the harbour steered by a boat secured to its side. Never seen that before! We walked around Brixham for a wonderful view of harbour before meeting family for an evening meal overlooking the Harbour. We could get used to this beauty and lifestyle for sure!

After a great meal and visit, we were off to our final night at the Old Church House Inn in Torbryan. This old inn and church was on the main passage to London so had many guests of royalty including good ole Henry the VIII. He was probably in search for a new queen or going for a test drive but that is just my assumptions. No facts. Interesting to note that a tunnel runs from the church to the Inn. Again, assuming escape route for the persecuted Catholics of that time.

Our last day was spent slowly making our way back to Fareham from Torbryan through Honiton with a stop at the Sun Inn for Sunday roast dinner on a Monday. We made it back home with more memories anyone could imagine in a 7 day adventure. Thanks to the Hall’s for a great adventure. Looking forward to new adventure next year.

T

recognition

To be recognized is a great desire for many of us. It is an acknowledgment of our existence. Perhaps, we strive too much to be recognized. I believe social media is all about getting someone to recognize yourself or your cause. Sometimes there is a great deal of anonymity where we may just want to see what everyone else is posting. We reserve our opinions while still part of the crowd. How many times have you seen on TV some crowd gathering to protest something. When individuals are singled out to explain what they are protesting, they stumble for words or do not even know. The protest gathers momentum and becomes a mob sometimes without evaluating the facts. Someone or something has been wronged in their opinion so off we go where nobody knows. Is there perhaps some over reaction in play here. You think! What if you feel totally misunderstood and not recognized for who you are or what you represent?

Ephesians 4:26,27 advises us that it is okay to be angry, just do not sin in the process. Do not let the sun set on your anger as that only provides an opportunity for evil to creep in your souls. Evil being the devil. Later in the next chapter we are advised to live our life with love, following the example of Christ. Who is Christ? Did he have trouble being recognized? You bet! Even Jesus was not recognized. “They asked, “Isn’t this Jesus, Joseph’s son, whose mother and father we know? How can he now say, I have come down from heaven?” (John 6:42)

If Jesus was not truly recognized for who he was, what chance do we have to be understood and recognized for who we think we are? Are we spending too much time trying to be recognized. A good dancer does not need to be recognized as a good dancer. We cannot survive without air, water, food and avoidance of extreme environmental conditions. We can live without recognition. Life goes on regardless. Perhaps the best advise from Jesus is not to grumble among yourselves. Unless you are drawn to me by the Father, you will not be raised. (John 6:43,44)

Instead of trying to be recognized by your so called friends or those whom you relate, have a little faith and recognize the bread of life.

T

standard

Have you a standard? What is a standard? According to the definition, it is a level of quality or attainment. It is an idea or thing used as a measure or model to compare. Okay, so have you a standard in which you measure? I believe the danger in comparing one’s standard to another is that there are a whole lot of variables. Let’s take education. One person may have been blessed to have achieved a very high level of education compared to another. Does that make the one person greater in stature than the other? Some may measure the two and come to the conclusion, yes the more educated one is greater. In fairness, was there an evaluation to determine sufficiently equal enough to compare? Perhaps, but chances are, maybe not. You can use many things in this world to compare for a standard like politics (ie: Dems vs Reps. ; Libs vs Cons. ; Left vs Right, etc.). How about religion? There are many beliefs even within the Christian community. Within the Muslim world, there is not unity either. If we have difficulty trying to determine a fair standard, maybe we should lift our sights higher.

Ephesians 4:2-6 indicates to me that we should preserve unity. Attributes such as humility, gentleness and patience should be part of our standard as we accept each other with love. This is hard to do if our standards are set low. We play childish games with each other trying to prove our standard is better than theirs. Until we reach a higher plateau of unity, we may continue to struggle. “God’s goal is for us to become mature adults—-to be fully grown, measured by the standard of the fullness of Christ.” (Ep 4:13) Keep raising your standards until you reach maturity where you are no longer comparing your standard to others, but accept the one divine standard.

T

Ethnicity

Have you heard the song that starts, “Why can’t we be friends”? Why can’t we get along? A state of belonging to a social group that has some commonality is ethnicity. The commonality may be national or cultural. The term ethnic usually relates to a sub group within a larger national or cultural group. So why do we care? This may explain to some degree why we can’t get along. We can’t cross over our prejudices to see another’s value. During the event where a team of boys, after soccer practice, were trapped in a cave in Thailand, everyone around the world witnessed the miracle of their rescue. Religious or political beliefs were put away as all humans came together in the hopes of seeing the miracle. Miracles are shared by all.

Jesus fed 5,000 with only 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish. Was that considered a miracle? Yes, but sometimes missed in the story is no ethnic group distinction. In other words, they all got fed. Some versions even specify 5,000 men so women and children were also fed. Perhaps, the number is far greater than 5,000. After the feeding, it was time to cross the lake for new miracles to be seen. Jesus walks on water. Go figure! (John 6:1-21)

Why can’t we bridge our ethnicity or social group to cross over to other groups? I believe we can, but first we must remove the stigma that breeds hatred for one another. In Ephesians 3:15, “Every ethnic group in heaven or on earth is recognized by him (God).” If God recognizes all, why can’t we? If the joy of sharing miracles can break down ethnic barriers, why can’t we spread love instead of hate?

T