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Athens from a different angle

 

It’s that time of year, when families and friends gather around for feasting. So we thought we would introduce you to some of the delicious foodie delights of Greece.  You’re going to feel hungry after this …!

In all our travels we pride ourselves on being independent and making our own discoveries. We have found all kinds of things that aren’t on the tourist trails, but we have sometimes missed out as well. So we decided to book a walking tour and Athens Walks Tour Company – with its perfect rating on Trip Advisor seemed like a good place to start.

An army walks on its stomach, so we opted for the food tour first, to get a different angle on the city. We began at breakfast – well 10am for us! – at the lovely Meliartos bakery  not far from the Monastriaki flea market, with traditional Greek pies of spinach and cheese.

 

Mouthwatering breakfast pies

Mouthwatering breakfast pies

 

Over the course of the next few hours we strolled with Kostas, our guide through the places that Athenians go for their food – the fish, meat and veggie markets…..

 

Athens fish market

Athens fish market

Athens fruit and veg market

Athens fruit and veg market

Athens meat market

Athens meat market

 

……  and the traditional coffee brewers.

 

Old school coffee roasting - in hot sand

Old school coffee roasting – in hot sand

The oldest coffee roasting cafe in town

The oldest coffee roasting cafe in town

The old coffee house also makes great fruit compots

The old coffee house also makes great fruit compots

 

We visited the most amazing cured meats and cheese shop, Miran, which has a few surprises in store for you……

 

The first surprise is the garden on the gable wall

The first surprise is the garden on the gable wall

The second surprise is the sheer quantity of salami and cheese in the shop!

The second surprise is the sheer quantity of salami and cheese in the shop!

Just a little snack to keep up our energy

Just a little snack to keep up our energy

Geoff raises his eyes to heaven

Geoff raises his eyes to heaven

Just some of the herbs and spices in the sausage shop

Just some of the herbs and spices in the sausage shop

 

and got our own table at a high class deli – Pantopolio tis mesogeiakis Diatrofis (which means the place of the Mediterranean diet!) – where we got treated to real Greek salad and some great tasting vinegars and oils.

 

We know a great little place in Athens

We know a great little place in Athens

Vinegar tasting - and they were delicious

Vinegar tasting – and they were delicious

 

Greek wine tastes good - how come no one outside Greece drinks it?

Greek wine tastes good – how come no one outside Greece drinks it?

 

We got an old fashioned welcome at one of the long-established café, Krinos, still making loukoumades donuts in the traditional way.

 

Loukoumades man!

Loukoumades man!

Loukoumades other man - the real thing this time

Loukoumades other man – the real thing this time

Lucky loukoumades man doesn't go home with third degree burns every day

Lucky loukoumades man doesn’t go home with third degree burns every day

Depsite the way the deep-frying looks - the donuts are light, fluffy and irresistible

Depsite the way the deep-frying looks – the donuts are light, fluffy and irresistible

 

We were inspired by the tastes – who would have thought that a shot glass of flavoured vinegar would taste so good, or even a glug of olive oil; or a oil-cooked donut could be so light and fluffy; or that a real greek salad is the colours of the Italian flag; tomato red, oregano green and feta white.

 

Mint vinegar on fresh tomato and feta - heavenly!

Mint vinegar on fresh tomato and feta – heavenly!

 

We were equally inspired by the company and our new-found friend. Kostas then took us to some of the less explored areas of Athens; via a good coffee at the Aegli Café and then through the once Royal, now National, gardens, planted nearly 200 years ago by Greece’s Swedish queen….

 

True in any language

True in any language

The Royal Park has countless different species and styles

The Royal Park has countless different species and styles

The palm trees were a gift from America

The palm trees were a gift from America

 

….up into the secretive Cyclades village built at the base of the Acropolis wall by stonemasons from the islands and still inhabited by their descendants; through the pine-clad park on the The Filopappou hill to Socrates cave jail and up onto one of the best and least used viewing points of the city.

 

The secret Anafiotika village below the Acropolis

The secret Anafiotika village below the Acropolis

 

We walked and talked of many things for ten hours, lubricated a little along the way with a visit to Brettos – an Athenian institution, where if you can name the fruit, they will probably have made a liquor from it!

 

Inside Athens oldest liquour bar - you can get almost any flavour in almost any colour

Inside Athens oldest liquor bar – you can get almost any flavour in almost any colour

 

It was a day of real pleasure and indulgence, so then next day we decided to put ourselves in the hands of Kostas’ colleague, Thanasis to take us around the Acropolis.

 

The view from the Acropolis - all Athens lies before it

The view from the Acropolis – all Athens lies before it

The Temple of Athena Nike on the Acropolis

The Temple of Athena Nike on the Acropolis

 

The goddess Athena  battled Poseidon for the honour of being the patron of the city – hence its name.

The Parthenon was built to honour Athena. It is incredible to discover that the architects had built the temple with slightly inward titled columns, to better withstand the many earthquakes that rock Greece to this day. The Parthenon has been attacked, blown up, drilled and chiselled, but none of the columns has fallen because of an earthquake.

 

The Parthenon architects were far ahead of their time

The Parthenon architects were far ahead of their time

Sara & Geoff at the Acropolis

Sara & Geoff at the Acropolis

The Acropolis is a World Heritage site, but the responsibility and cost of conserving it falls entirely to Greece

The Acropolis is a World Heritage site, but the responsibility and cost of conserving it falls entirely to Greece

The lighter repaired sections will fade to the original colour in just a couple of years

The lighter repaired sections will fade to the original colour in just a couple of years

 

Thanasis is a professor of archaeology. He is also a theatre director and he managed to combine the drama and history of the Acropolis brilliantly.

 

Our guide, Thanasis, and Geoff

Our guide, Thanasis, and Geoff

 

He also told us of some of its great archaeological controversies. After the Persians sacked Athens and destroyed the Acropolis in 480BC, the walls were rebuilt using materials from some of the destroyed temples and buildings. While it is now a significant archaeological structure in its own right, because much of it was built using stone that had been part of ancient Greek temples, there is great debate between experts as to whether the wall should be once again brought down, to recover those lost treasures, or  if it stands as a war memorial to those who died.

 

Real controversy surrounds the wall of the Acropolis

Real controversy surrounds the wall of the Acropolis

 

Debris from the damaged Parthenon is amongst the stones that were used to rebuild the Acropolis walls.

 

Recycling the Parthenon

Recycling the Parthenon

 

There is less debate about the horrific damage done by the British aristocrat Lord Elgin. In a looting spree in 1801 he hacked out entire statues and facades from sacred temples, chiselled the faces off others and left the remains broken on the ground. Ironically his grand larceny became so costly that he eventually had to sell his ill-gotten gains to the British government.

 

This is what part of the Parthenon frieze would have looked like if Elgin had not stolen pieces and smashed the rest

This is what part of the Parthenon frieze would have looked like if Elgin had not stolen pieces and smashed the rest

Sections of the Parthenon frieze that Elgin didn't steal

Sections of the Parthenon frieze that Elgin didn’t steal

 

The most famous of his trophies is the solitary caryatid still housed in the British museum, while her five remaining sisters stand as silent witnesses to his archaeological vandalism.

 

The caryatid's face was chiselled off by Elgin, but she is still beautiful

The caryatid’s face was chiselled off by Elgin, but she is still beautiful

The old Temple of Athena and the caryatids, with a space left for the one in the British Museum

The old Temple of Athena and the caryatids, with a space left for the one in the British Museum

 

The history of Greece is full of drama – brilliant scholars, architects, scientists and artists; seemingly endless wars and revolution and in more modern times a more peaceful favourite holiday destination for millions.

It seems fitting that the distinctive blue and white flag represents almost all the facets of this country’s turbulent and magnificent life.The stripes, depending on whom you ask, either symbolize the gorgeous blue seas and plump white clouds of the Greek sea and sky; the nine muses of Greece who represented art and civilization or, more dramatically, or the nine syllables which make up the phrase “Ελευθερία ή Θάνατος” – “Freedom or Death”.

 

So much meaning in such a simple design

So much meaning in such a simple design

 

Who knows which is the correct version – they all have their part to play in Greek life and history; and we would not presume to guess. We take our cue from one of the greatest Greeks – Socrates, who famously said “The ancient Oracle said that I was the wisest of all the Greeks. It is because I alone, of all the Greeks, know that I know nothing.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The olive pickers of Kalamata

 

Kalamata olives and oil are famous the world over and for good reason. We spent a weekend of sunshine and showers helping create some glorious greeny gold stuff.

 

Framed by the branches, the olive pickers get to work

Framed by the branches, the olive pickers get to work

 

Our good friends Koyan and Stella live in Kalamata on the Peloponnese peninsula. Close by is Koyan’s father’s olive grove. Harvesting is a family affair, so it was a privilege for us to join.

 

Koyan's father

Koyan’s father

Auntie Anna

Auntie Anna

Everybody from the family pitches in

Everybody from the family pitches in

In the olive grove

In the olive grove

 

Before the pickers even get to the groves, the ground below the trees has been cleared and cut back. Then the nets are laid to catch every precious fruit.

 

Nets are laid under the trees to catch the olives

Nets are laid under the trees to catch the olives

 

Bigger branches are pruned back, to make way for the new year’s growth. The tops of the trees are beaten with long plastic forks, while the cut branches are threshed with machines or by hand.

 

Takis pruning the tops of the trees

Takis pruning the tops of the trees

The tops of the trees are beaten with long sticks to loosen the olives

The tops of the trees are beaten with long sticks to loosen the olives

The trees are pruned to make way for new growth in the new season and more olives

The trees are pruned to make way for new growth in the new season and more olives

The newly-pruned trees, ready to grow next year's harvest

The newly-pruned trees, ready to grow next year’s harvest

Georgia & Takis

Georgia & Takis

Geoff at the thresher

Geoff at the thresher

Olive threshers can save a lot of time!

Olive threshers can save a lot of time!

The olive threshing machine feeds the olives straight into the bag

The olive threshing machine feeds the olives straight into the bag

The cheery red trident is used to bash the olives off the branches

The cheery red trident is used to bash the olives off the branches

 

It’s hard manual labour, so there is always a hearty lunch beneath the trees, brought by Koyan’s mother. The already-filled sacks make handy seats

 

Picnic in the olive grove

Picnic in the olive grove

Clementines grow in the olive grove and make a refreshing energy boost

Clementines grow in the olive grove and make a refreshing energy boost

The olive king!

The olive king!

 

After lunch it’s back to work. Bagging the olives is a hard and heavy job. First large yellow rakes are used to clean out the branches and leaves, leaving just the olives behind in the nets.

 

An ocean of olives

An ocean of olives

The big yellow rake

The big yellow rake

 

Then the fruit is scooped into hessian sacks, tied and stacked.

 

Scooping up kilos of olives

Scooping up kilos of olives

The olives are bagged into 50kg sacks

The olives are bagged into 50kg sacks

Olives ready to be bagged

Olives ready to be bagged

Koyan wrestling the olive sacks

Koyan wrestling the olive sacks

It takes two people to lift the 50kg bags

It takes two people to lift the 50kg bags

The olive pickers are incredibly strong

The olive pickers are incredibly strong

 

The work doesn’t stop until all the olives are picked – come rain or shine!

 

The last light of day streams through the olive branches

The last light of day streams through the olive branches

The blue skies suddenly clouded over

The blue skies suddenly clouded over

The rain in Greece falls mainly on Koyan!

The rain in Greece falls mainly on Koyan!

 

Once they are all gathered (and you have got the van out of the mud) – it is immediately off to be processed. They are pressed that very same night.

 

Auntie and Georgia heaving 50kgs of olives into sacks

Auntie and Georgia heaving 50kgs of olives into sacks

The olives go straight from the grove to the press

The olives go straight from the grove to the press

The olives for oil are smaller than the famous Kalamata olives for eating

The olives for oil are smaller than the famous Kalamata olives for eating

Ready for the olive press

Ready for the olive press

The last sack loads as the sun begins to set

The last sack loads as the sun begins to set

We picked so many olives we bogged the van in the mud!

We picked so many olives we bogged the van in the mud!

The ones that got away!

The ones that got away!

 

Nearly 70 sacks were collected from the Kokkorogiannis olive grove. Each bag produces nearly 8 litres of oil

 

The olives come by the palletload into the brightly lit presses

The olives come by the pallet load into the brightly lit presses

The olives are poured into the hopper by the sackload

The olives are poured into the hopper by the sackload

 

Ankle deep in olives

Ankle deep in olives

 

They are washed and separated from twigs and leaves…..

 

Separating the fruit from the sticks and leaves

Separating the fruit from the sticks and leaves

The fruits track up the conveyor, shaking out the detritus as they go

The fruits track up the conveyor, shaking out the detritus as they go

First wash your olives

First wash your olives

 

… then they’re mushed into almost a paste…..

 

The olive flesh is churned to break it down and begin the pressing process

The olive flesh is churned to break it down and begin the pressing process

Low tech yellow stickies mark the tanks with our olives

Low tech yellow stickies mark the tanks with our olives

Our olives

Our olives

From pulp to puree

From pulp to puree

From the puree phase it gets further pressed

From the puree phase it gets further pressed

 

… then further treated to extract the stones from the pulp and finally cold-pressed until the golden liquid runs from the taps.

 

Separating the pits

Separating the pits

The huge steel tub of freshly pressed oil. The black box on the wall is the weighing scale

The huge steel tub of freshly pressed oil. The black box on the wall is the weighing scale

On average Greeks use 18kgs of olive oil EACH per year!

On average Greeks use 18kgs of olive oil EACH per year!

 

It is good enough to eat straight from the pipe onto a slice of fresh bread.

 

The golden oil on the final pour

The golden oil on the final pour

The Olive King inspecting the final product

The Olive King inspecting the final product

Crusty bread coated with oil, fresh from the presses

Crusty bread coated with oil, fresh from the presses

The olive pickers turn olive tasters

The olive pickers turn olive tasters

Tasty treats

Tasty treats

 

So, as you tuck into your Christmas feasts this season, spare a thought for the men and women of the olive groves. And thank you to the Kokkorogiannis family for letting us be a small (and comparatively feeble!) part of their harvest.

 

 

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A tale of two cities, swallowed up by a volcano

 

 

We picnicked among the ruins of a city destroyed by a monstrous storm of fire and gases – the epitome of doing ordinary things in extraordinary places – and Pompeii and Herculaneum are truly extraordinary places.

 

Herculaneum is right in the centre of the town of Ercolana - it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins

Herculaneum is right in the centre of the town of Ercolana – it’s hard to see where one ends and the other begins

The forum in Pompeii

The forum in Pompeii

 

Pompeii was already a thriving small city when the Romans came to civilise it and the region. Built in the shadow of the fertile slopes of Mount Vesuvius, for a time life was good. An earthquake in AD 62 left large parts of the city and neighbouring Herculaneum in ruins. The rebuilding work can still be seen in some houses, with the white lines still visible on the walls, tracing the intended final images in readiness for the painters who never came.

 

The original sketch shows up next to the final picture

The original sketch shows up next to the final picture

 

Many repairs were still being undertaken when the volcano spewed its deadly mess over the region seventeen years later. Tons of molten rock and ash flattened and then encased Pompeii, enclosing the city and its people in a tomb of pumice four metres thick.

 

Encased in volcanic debris

Encased in volcanic debris

 

It was this deadly crust that preserved so much below it and has allowed us to now have a glimpse of life and death in Pompeii. Nearby Herculaneum, in those days considered a richer and more sophisticated city,  escaped the crushing destruction of the ash and pumice, leaving many more of its buildings intact, but a pyroclastic storm cloud of super-hot rocks and gases swept through the streets. This deadly surge swept through streets and homes at 160 kmph at a temperature of 500 degrees celsius like a nuclear blast, vapourising people as they tried to escape.  Archaeologists have found evidence that the heat wave was so intense it shattered teeth and bones in those who weren’t instantly vapourised.

 

Many Herculaneum residents perished in the archways as they tried to shelter from the fiery storm

Many Herculaneum residents perished in the archways as they tried to shelter from the fiery storm

 

August 24th AD79 had dawned bright and clear but soon, fire rained down on the town and the surrounding area as Mount Vesuvius erupted. It certainly is one of the more ironic twists of fate that Pompeians had spent August 23rd AD79 celebrating and making sacrifice to the god of fire to ward off disaster. He wasn’t listening.

 

Apollo's temple in Pompeii - prayers to the gods went unheard on that day

Apollo’s temple in Pompeii – prayers to the gods went unheard on that day

 

Temple of Apollo, Pompeii

Temple of Apollo, Pompeii

 

The forum at the centre of the city was as bustling that day as it is today.

 

The Forum would have bee bustling with life as Vesuvius exploded above them

The Forum would have been bustling with life as Vesuvius exploded above them

 

Within hours it was swallowed up. Houses rich with elegant décor were engulfed, along with their owners and even animals. Buildings collapsed under the sheer weight of the debris.

 

The elegant lines of an expensive mural

The elegant lines of an expensive mural

Even the arch of a public gateway is beautifully decorated

Even the arch of a public gateway is beautifully decorated

Red and black murals indicated great wealth

Red and black murals indicated great wealth

More luxurious murals in Pompeii

More luxurious murals in Pompeii

Ceiling decoration in one of Pompeii's bath houses

Ceiling decoration in one of Pompeii’s bath houses

Beware of the dog behind bars in Pompeii

Beware of the dog behind bars in Pompeii

The long shadows of Pompeii

The long shadows of Pompeii

 

In Herculaneum the rocks and gases flowed through the city streets, filling the building from the bottom up. Fortunately for us, the rubble supported buildings rather than collapsing them and we can see far more detail and examples of second storeys than in Pompeii. Even wooden beams remain, as well as a host of artifacts; many are now now stored in the Naples Archaeology Museum.

 

The upper floor of a merhcant house, with charred timbers, wall paintings and the brass corner of the bed still entacted

The upper floor of a merchant house, with charred timbers, wall paintings and the brass corner of the bed still entacted

The charred beams in Herculaneum

The charred beams in Herculaneum

Richly painted upper walls in a Herculaneum villa

Richly painted upper walls in a Herculaneum villa

This was a grand house, and owned by a free man in Herculaneum

This was a grand house, and owned by a freed slave in Herculaneum

Tiny statues that survived the inferno

Tiny statues that survived the inferno

The colours are still vibrant to this day

The colours are still vibrant to this day

 

These incredible historic sites tell us the story of everyday life in Roman times – how people lived, what they ate, the success of freed slaves, the lives of the rich and poor, almost side by side.

 

The cold room of the bath house in Pompeii

The cold room of the bath house in Pompeii

The fantastic bath house in Pompeii

The fantastic bath house in Pompeii

Statues of terracotta Atlas's decorate the bath house in Pompeii

Statues of terracotta Atlas’s decorate the bath house in Pompeii

The bath house must have looked incredible

The bath house must have looked incredible

Wall mosaics in Herculaneum

Wall mosaics in Herculaneum

The remains of a beautiful mosaic decorating an ornamental alcove

The remains of a beautiful mosaic decorating an ornamental alcove

 

Ancient trees and even older columns in Pompeii

Ancient trees and even older columns in Pompeii

 

The contrasts are as fascinating as the similarities. In Pompeii the roads filled with sewage and stepping stones were built to avoid the filth. In Herculaneum a strong porters union meant wagons were banned from the centre and only donkeys or porters allowed. The lack of stepping stones might suggest their hygiene was better too.

 

Deep grooves show the wagon tracks. Large stepping stones sit above the ruuning open sewers that were the streets of Pompeii

Deep grooves show the wagon tracks. Large stepping stones sit above the ruuning open sewers that were the streets of Pompeii

Smooth Herculaneum streets, courtesy of the porters union

Smooth Herculaneum streets, courtesy of the porters union

One of the many thermopolis, or fast food stalls, in Herculaneum

One of the many thermopolis, or fast food stalls, in Herculaneum

Still used to this day - one of the amphitheatres of Pompeii

Still used to this day – one of the amphitheatres of Pompeii

 

The two cities have taught archaeologists much about Roman life, from the temples to the much more temporal!

It is not surprising perhaps that one of the most visited buildings in Pompeii is the Lupanar, or wolf’s den – the main brothel. The queue outside today is probably longer than when it was a thriving business, but the amount of time you have to linger and admire what is on offer, is much shorter.

 

The queue for the brothel

The queue for the brothel

The brothel bed - doesn't look too comfy!

The brothel bed – doesn’t look too comfy!

 

Frescoes above the tiny rooms depict the services supplied on the small stone beds. Pompeii was a cosmopolitan city, with many foreigner traders who did not speak the language, but clearly understood what was on offer from the pictures.

 

Erotic art from the brothel in Pompeii, on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Erotic art from the brothel in Pompeii, on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

 

The brothel is not the only place where erotic imagery can be found in Pompeii, in fact they seemed rather fond of it.

 

Not quite a welcome mat, but clearly a cheery hello! This erotica was placed right at the front door of the merchant's house

Not quite a welcome mat, but clearly a cheery hello! This erotica was placed right at the front door of the merchant’s house

 

Certainly it did not attract the prudery and censure that it did in later years. The Secret Room, or Cabinet in the Naples Archaeology Museum held a vast collection of erotic art, but was for privileged eyes only. It is only since 2000 that it has been open to the public!

 

The Roman erotic art distinguished men from women by skin colour - you would think there were other clues!

The Roman erotic art distinguished men from women by skin colour – you would think there were other clues!

Some of the erotic art held in the Secret Room of the Naples Archaeology Museum

Some of the erotic art held in the Secret Room of the Naples Archaeology Museum

The Secret Room in the Naples Archaeology Museum is full of erotica and was kept locked until quite recently

The Secret Room in the Naples Archaeology Museum is full of erotica and was kept locked until quite recently

 

The excavations tell us how the people of Pompeii and Herculaneum loved and lived. Letters written by Pliny the Younger, who observed the event from across the Bay of Naples tell how the volcano erupted and how the people died:

a darkness came that was not like a moonless or cloudy night, but more like the black of closed and unlighted rooms. You could hear women lamenting, children crying, men shouting. Some were calling for parents, others for children or spouses; they could only recognize them by their voices. Some bemoaned their own lot, other that of their near and dear. There were some so afraid of death that they prayed for death. Many raised their hands to the gods, and even more believed that there were no gods any longer and that this was one last unending night for the world.

 

The Pompeii site is huge – it is almost impossible to get around it in a day. Herculaneum, in contrast, is only a few city blocks and is restricted by the very fact that it is in the middle of Ercolana – the modern town that wraps itself around the ruins.

 

Herculaneum is right in the centre of the town of Ercolana - it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins

 

It is, however, better preserved in many areas.

 

It is incredible to think this has survived thousands of years and a volcano!

It is incredible to think this has survived thousands of years and a volcano!

Imagine how his front room must have looked!

Imagine how his front room must have looked!

Neptune and friends on the floor of a Herculaneum bathhouse

Neptune and friends on the floor of a Herculaneum bathhouse

 

As with Pompeii, many of the original mosaics and murals are on display at the Naples Archaeology Museum. The sheer scale of the treasure reclaimed from these two volcanic tombs is incredible.

 

A spectacular mosiac at a villa in Pompeii

A spectacular copy of a mosaic at a villa in Pompeii

The original floor mosiac from Pompeii

The original floor mosaic from Pompeii, now in the Archaeology Museum

The skill of the artist on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

The skill of the artist on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Stunning mosiacs from Pompeii on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Stunning mosaics from Pompeii on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Something ornamental for the garden?

Something ornamental for the garden?

Some of the statues in the Naples Archeaology Museum are enormous

Some of the statues in the Naples Archeaology Museum are enormous

Rich colours come alive on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Rich colours come alive on display in the Naples Archaeology Museum

Remnants of beautiful wall art displayed in the Archaeology Museum

Remnants of beautiful wall art displayed in the Archaeology Museum

 

From vast statues to delicate glass bowls like these

From vast statues to delicate glass bowls like these

Naples Archaeology Museum has a huge collection of artifacts from Pompeii & Herculaneum

Naples Archaeology Museum has a huge collection of artifacts from Pompeii & Herculaneum

 

While the museum now houses most of the findings from the sites, the original excavations in Pompeii and Herculaneum did not go well. Normally artifacts were retrieved, but the site left open to the elements once more.

 

The history of conservation at Herculaneum has not been a happy one

The history of conservation at Herculaneum has not been a happy one

Pots of history just piled up in a store room

Pots of history just piled up in a store room

 

In recent decades much more work is being done to preserve the site as well as the content.

 

Restoration work goes on through the hole in the wall

Restoration work goes on through the hole in the wall

Remedial work at Pompeii never ends

Remedial work at Pompeii never ends

Much restoration work is being done in Pompeii

Much restoration work is being done in Pompeii

 

Today one of the biggest problems the archeologists face is the extreme weather and heavy rainfall that has affected the region in recent years. Millions of euros are being spent simply trying to keep the site from becoming waterlogged. It seems nature hasn’t finished with Pompeii and Herculaneum yet.

 

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Scotland gets our vote!

 

It’s official; Scotland is our favourite place in the UK. From highlands to islands, across moors and lochs, at the Highland Games and sheepdog trials, we’ve had a hoot-mon!

It seems people fight over Scotland a lot. We arrived just weeks before the referendum on independence from the rest of the UK.

 

A nation divided?

A nation divided?

 

The polls seemed pretty evenly split until the day dawned and the No campaign won through. But the ballot boxes had barely been stored away before voices of regret began to be heard.

More than 250 years ago Bonnie Prince Charlie must have had a few regrets as his army became bogged on Culloden moor and was routed by the English – sealing the fate of a nation to this day.

Bonnie Prince Charlie arrived here to start the Scotish revolution. Within nine months he was defeated and on the run

Bonnie Prince Charlie arrived here to start the Scotish revolution. Within nine months he was defeated and on the run

Sometimes history is made in the most unassuming places - Culloden field

Sometimes history is made in the most unassuming places – Culloden field

Now the fields grow cattle fodder, in 1746 they were filled with human canon fodder

Now the fields grow cattle fodder, in 1746 they were filled with human canon fodder

The boggy marshes of Culloden field were the downfall of the Jacobite armies

The boggy marshes of Culloden field were the downfall of the Jacobite armies

 

We had no regrets in Scotland. The sun shone almost daily – bringing the bluest skies and gorgeous views from the Highlands and Islands alike.

We couldn't believe how sunny and blue it was as we hiked the Black Cuillin

We couldn’t believe how sunny and blue it was as we hiked the Black Cuillin

Big sky over Skye - at Broadford

Big sky over Skye – at Broadford

Fire and ice in the sky as the sun sets and the moon rises over the Kyles of Bute

Fire and ice in the sky as the sun sets and the moon rises over the Kyles of Bute

 

We sailed over the sea to Skye; hiked up to the Black Cuillin and out to Neist Point lighthouse; met the most majestic sheep we have ever seen and much, much more.

 

The view from the Cuillin - nearly high enough to touch the sky

The view from the Cuillin – nearly high enough to touch the sky

Over the sea to Skye

Over the sea to Skye

Hiking up to the Black Cuillin, Skye

Hiking up to the Black Cuillin, Skye

Neist Point, Skye

Neist Point, Skye

Neist Point lighthouse, with basalt cairns and a huge foghorn!

Neist Point lighthouse, with basalt cairns and a huge foghorn!

The magnificent and increasingly rare, four-horned Hebridean sheep

The magnificent and increasingly rare, four-horned Hebridean sheep

One of many glorious days camping in Scotland

One of many glorious days camping in Scotland

Loch Dunvegan, Skye

Loch Dunvegan, Skye

The moon over Loch Harport at Carbost, Skye

The moon over Loch Harport at Carbost, Skye

 

Oban has a couple of stand out landmarks. The first is a folly – the huge Coliseum style building looming over the town and the whisky distillery that gave the town its name and occasionally gives its scent.

 

Whisky and folly galore!

Whisky and folly galore!

Oban harbour

Oban harbour

 

In Oban we met an American woman making ready to compete in the Masters International Highland Games the following week in Inverness. We couldn’t resist the trip.

 

We were cheering for Angela - who told us about the Games.

We were cheering for Angela – who told us about the Games.

 

At the risk of sounding dismissive – Highland games revolve around throwing unfeasible long, heavy or awkward objects around.

 

This sport is not for the meek - that stone weighs nearly 90kgs

This sport is not for the meek – that stone weighs nearly 90kgs

They call them The Heavies

They call them The Heavies

This lady turned up late, with a broken nose after a car crash, and still won the round

This lady turned up late, with a broken nose after a car crash, and still won the round

Just pick up this 110kg stone and throw it over that bar, would you

Just pick up this 110kg stone and throw it over that bar, would you

Equalling the women's world record (17ft) for throwing a heavy weight over a high bar

Equalling the women’s world record (17ft) for throwing a heavy weight over a high bar

 

Sometimes the size, shape and requirements are too much to handle.

 

It can be hard to keep control of a caber - and a risky business too

It can be hard to keep control of a caber – and a risky business too

 

It was a Masters tournament, so that means over the age of 40. The oldest competitor was 84!

 

Looks can be deceiving - this old fella tossed more cabers than men nearly half his age

Looks can be deceiving – this old fella tossed more cabers than men nearly half his age

The over sixties were pretty impressive.

The over sixties were pretty impressive.

 

It was incredible and topped off with a world record simultaneous caber-tossing extravaganza!

 

The caber-tossers are standing by for the record attempt

The caber-tossers are standing by for the record attempt

A caber-tossing frenzy

A caber-tossing frenzy

The caber-tossing Guinness World Record official

The caber-tossing Guinness World Record official

 

Inverness is a lovely city – with the fish-filled River Ness running through it and of course the infamous monster-filled loch close by. It has a handsome castle,

 

Inverness Castle on the River Ness

Inverness Castle on the River Ness

 

the most fantastic arts centre, where we saw the premiere of the Nick Cave film, 20,000 days on Earth , took lovely river walks,

 

The Ness river running through Inverness, and still open for trout fishing

The Ness river running through Inverness, and still open for trout fishing

 

complete with mid-stream wooded islands stuffed with proper toadstools and the most moving pet cemetery. We were very taken with Inverness!

 

To Noddy - one of the tombstones at the Ness Island pet cemetery

To Noddy – one of the tombstones at the Ness Island pet cemetery

Tombstones in the pet cemetery on Ness Island, Inverness

Tombstones in the pet cemetery on Ness Island, Inverness

Ness Island toadstools

Ness Island toadstools

 

There are many more photos in the slideshow than we’ve featured in the blog – so please, raise a glass to Scotland and enjoy the beauty of the place with us. If you still haven;t supped enough of the spirit of Scotland, there are even more photos on our Flickr page – so have a peek at those too!

 

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Faster than a hurricane

A twenty-four hour 2CV race, the chance to drive the track in Charlie Charleston, oh, and a hurricane for good measure. Yes, it was all as daft as it sounds.

It all started in a lay-by in Leicestershire. That’s pronounced Lester-sheer in case you are not sure – not Lie-cester-shire as it may look. That is just one small example of the curiosity that is the English language and place names, but more on that another day.

So, there we were, bonnet up and Geoff fiddling with a loose hose. Behind us a motor-home pulled up and Graham and Dawn Daniels hopped out to check if we were okay. “We’ve got one of those too” they said – nodding toward Charlie.  Offers of coffee and general chat followed and they told us of the meeting of the 2CV GB club at the end of August, including a 24-hour race. They left us with their phone number, address, email, an offer to stay if we passed their way and a promise that if we needed anything while we were in the UK, to give them a call and they would find a 2CV club member to help us, wherever we were.

Well – if they’re all as nice as the Daniels, then we should go to the meeting and it sounds like a laugh anyway, we thought. We joined the club and booked the next day! Fast forward a few weeks and this was us,

Under stormy skies Charlie Charleston & co. thunder down the race track!

Under stormy skies Charlie Charleston & co. thunder down the race track!

 

roaring(!) around the Anglesey race track in North Wales, with a hundred or so fellow 2CV owners. The owners parade, to which they came in all disguises, was prelude to the real day and night race.

 

Getting ready for a spin around the race track

Getting ready for a spin around the race track

They came in all colours

They came in all colours

They came in every design

They came in every design

We all queued up for a chance to ride the circuit

We all queued up for a chance to ride the circuit

Let's get ready to rumble!

Let’s get ready to rumble!

2CVs as far as the eye could see

2CVs as far as the eye could see

What a sight!

What a sight!

Our car  has done more than 30,000km in the last year. The yellow and black one on the right has done less than 300km!

Our car has done more than 30,000km in the last year. The yellow and black one on the right has done less than 300km!

 

After our turn around the track it was time for the real racers to begin. Not only were traditional 2CVs racing, but also the crazily adapted European cars – complete with BMW motorbike engines almost double the size of a regular 2CV and with all kinds of custom bodywork designs.

 

And they're off - only 24hours and 900 laps to go

And they’re off – only 24hours and 900 laps to go

The crazy euro-cars, with BMW engines and bodywork all their own!

The crazy euro-cars, with BMW engines and bodywork all their own!

 

In the middle of all of that were, rather incongruously, three Mini Coopers as well – apparently there to make up the numbers and we were all secretly slightly amused to see the lead Mini get side-swiped by a 2CV on the very first corner.

 

The white mini got pranged here on the first corner of the race

The white mini got pranged here on the first corner of the race

 

Now, thirty-plus cars with 600cc engines zooming around a race track in Wales might not sound like everyone’s idea of an exciting weekend away, but it was surprisingly dramatic, with suitable doses of comic too.

 

Wacky races

Wacky races

Looping around the circuit

Looping around the circuit

 

The sight of the cars almost lifting off as they cleared the hill at the top of the turn, the two-wheeled, downhill cornering, complete with squealing brakes and smoking tyres, made it real racing, regardless of the engine size.

 

Two-wheeled cornering

Two-wheeled cornering

Bumper to bumper for 24 hours

Bumper to bumper for 24 hours

 

Even the racing marshalls, used to seeing a rather larger cc fly past them at Anglesey looked impressed and admittedly, occasionally amused.

 

The Anglesey Circuit marshals had never seen anything like this racing before!

The Anglesey Circuit marshals had never seen anything like this racing before!

 

In the pits the sheer endurance of the four-driver teams and their support crew was amazing.

 

Back at the pits it's as professional as any race team

Back at the pits it’s as professional as any race team

 

All through the night they powered on, through until the following afternoon.

 

Four drivers took turns over 24hours - gruelling by any standards

Four drivers took turns over 24hours – gruelling by any standards

Night riders

Night riders

The circuit has spectacular views out to sea and great sunsets

The circuit has spectacular views out to sea and great sunsets

Charging over the hill - the eventual winner already in the lead as night falls

Charging over the hill – the eventual winner already in the lead as night falls

Midnight moves

Midnight moves

Oops! Not all of them made the corner

Oops! Not all of them made the corner

Lit up for the night racing

Lit up for the night racing

Faster than the speed of light!

Faster than the speed of light!

 

For some it was harder going than other – Herbie Boy scored 25 pit stops in 24 hours, but by the end, the winning cars in each category had rounded the track more than nine hundred times, driven more than 1200km, and many had worn out two complete sets of tyres each.

 

The chequered flag

The chequered flag

 

Two full sets of tyres in 24 hours

Two full sets of tyres in 24 hours

The morning after the night before

The morning after the night before

All had competed relentlessly and impressively.

Hailing the conquering heroes

Hailing the conquering heroes

The victory pen

The victory pen

 

Talking of impressive – about that hurricane. North Wales is not known for its balmy summer temperatures and Anglesey racetrack is rather dramatically perched on the western edge of the island, looking out to the Atlantic. As we wrestled to put up the tent, we almost snapped the poles, ripped the nylon and generally feared that our home might not make it through the night.  “Is it always this windy?” we asked. “It’s been like this all week. The locals say if the wind stops it’s the end of the world,” a cheery young lady marshall in shorts and a t-shirt beamed at us! It wasn’t until two days later that someone confessed we had been putting up our tent as the tail-end of a hurricane passed over – the locals must have been in heaven!

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England and The Lake District

Here’s a bumper blog of goodies and lovely pictures of the English summer since we arrived a few weeks ago, so grab a nice cup of tea and a digestive and settle in to country life.

We sailed from Amsterdam to Newcastle in the north of England  – If you know England then you will know how unlikely this sounds – our first days we wild camped in the woods, just seven miles from Newcastle!

Ike runs a farm at Blaydon Burn, just outside the city and has opened up his woodlands to a small number of lucky campers like us.

 

Wild camping in the woods

Wild camping in the woods

 

While I practiced with my lovely coconut shell-handled fire-steel – my latest gift from Geoff –  he was off lugging logs for us to burn at the Burn.

 

Geoff hauling logs

Geoff hauling logs

 

The woods were a great start for our English adventure and a real find so close to such an industrial centre.It was also close to one of the most well known and well-loved industrial sculptures in the North of England – the 20m high, 54m wide Angel of the North.

 

The Angel of the North

The Angel of the North

 

After a couple of days we headed to the Lake District, via the original Penrith, whose name has been adopted by Australia (along with dozens of others – including the city made famous as the birthplace of the Beatles and Geoff Nimmo – Liverpool).

 

The other Penrith

The other Penrith

 

After being told that everywhere was booked out because of a cycle race, we were pretty pleased to final get a pitch on an albeit rather busy campsite overlooking Ullswater lake.

 

Happy to be at the Lake!

Happy to be at the Lake!

 

The crowded site was explained a few hours later, when the tannoy rudely awoke us at 07:30 on Sunday morning, instructing the competitors in the triathlon to take their places in the Lake. Just watching them made us tired, but the views of the Lake made up for the early start.

 

Colourful boats on Ullswater

Colourful boats on Ullswater

Even the boathouses are pretty here

Even the boathouses are pretty here

 

After all that activity, a gentle sail on the lake in a traditional Ullswater steamer was in order.

 

One of the historic Ullswater Steamers

One of the historic Ullswater Steamers

Mirroring the sky and land

Mirroring the sky and land

The elegant lines of one of the Ullswater Steamers

The elegant lines of one of the Ullswater Steamers

 

An overflight by a WWII Spitfire made a change from the roar of air force jets, which use the lakes for low-flying practice, despite it being a National Park.

 

A Spitfire made a change from the low-flying RAF jets

A Spitfire made a change from the low-flying RAF jets

 

Over the next few days, we travelled along, around and over many of the lakes and fells – the name for hills in the Lake District.

 

Charlie is dwarfed by the fells in the Lake District

Charlie is dwarfed by the fells in the Lake District

Old stone bridge

Old stone bridge

More Lake District chocolate-box views

More Lake District chocolate-box views

The narrow roads around the Lake District

The narrow roads around the Lake District

The Lakes are criss-crossed with footpaths

The Lakes are criss-crossed with footpaths

 

We discovered the Standing Stones of Castlerigg and figured out pretty quickly why they aren’t as famous as Stonehenge – because most of them only come up to your knees.

 

The Standing (not very tall) Stones of Castlerigg

The Standing (not very tall) Stones of Castlerigg

Spinal Tap moment

Spinal Tap moment

 

We came nose to nose with the creatures that are now almost as famous as the Lakes, thanks to a certain Miss Potter,

Beatrix bunnies abound at the campsite

Beatrix bunnies abound at the campsite

 

and we strolled the very valleys that inspired poets and writers across the ages,

A classic Lake District view

A classic Lake District view

A maze of dry stone walls criss-cross the valley

 

and supped tea in some of the delightful villages. This house in Ambleside was originally built over a river to keep the apple harvest cool. It also became home to a family of ten in the last century, despite being narrower than Geoff’s arm span and only two rooms!

The tiny Bridge House - home to a family of ten in Ambleside

The tiny Bridge House – home to a family of ten in Ambleside

North of the Lakes is Hadrian’s Wall – which was begun in 122AD and runs from coast to coast.

 

Hadrian's Wall stretching into the distance

Hadrian’s Wall stretching into the distance

 

Standing on Hadrian's Wall

Standing on Hadrian’s Wall

Standing on Hadrian's Wall

Standing on Hadrian’s Wall

The invading baaa-barians at Hadrian's Wall

The invading baaa-barians at Hadrian’s Wall

The Wall was not built as many think, to keep the Scots out, but more likely to raise taxes from anyone, Scots or otherwise, who wanted to travel south.The Roman fort at Housestead is one of the most intact along the 73miles/117km length of the Wall and a fascinating insight into the tough life of a frontier soldier.

 

A good view from the toilet at Hadrian's Wall

A good view from the toilet at Hadrian’s Wall

The soldiers barracks at Hadrian's Wall

The soldiers barracks at Hadrian’s Wall

We got a small taster as we became fog-bound heading back to the Lakes heading over Honiton Pass in the Northern Pennines.

 

The fog comes comes down over the Pennines

The fog comes comes down over the Pennines

Honiton Pass may have been foggy, but at least it didn’t have a 1:4 gradient. Wrynose Pass in the Lakes does!

The Wrynose Pass - was quite a challenge

The Wrynose Pass – was quite a challenge

The Wrynose Pass snaking up over the hill

The Wrynose Pass snaking up over the hill

Charlie chugged us over it and Hardknott Pass – which claims a 1:3 gradient and therefore the steepest road in England.

Looking back up Hardknott Pass

Looking back up Hardknott Pass

If the Roman’s billeted at Hadrian’s Wall had it tough – spare a thought for the ones that had to march up to the Hardknott Fort through a bleak northern winter.

 

Hardknott Roman fort, looking across to Scafell Pike

Hardknott Roman fort, looking across to Scafell Pike

 

While Hardknott is the steepest road, Wasdale Head claims a clutch of “ests” – Wast Water is the deepest lake in England, Scafell Pike the highest peak, St.Olaf’s Church the smallest in the country and the Wasdale Inn hosts the world’s biggest liar contest – in honour of a former landlord who claimed the title for himself.

Wast Water - the deepest lake in the district

Wast Water – the deepest lake in the district

Camping in the shadow of Scafell Pike

Camping in the shadow of Scafell Pike

St Olaf's church - the smallest church in England

St Olaf’s church – the smallest church in England

 

We left the smallest car in the Lake District at our campsite and went walking in the hills and dales.

 

The valley through which we hiked

The valley through which we hiked

Ritson's Force - a waterfall named after the biggest liar

Ritson’s Force – a waterfall named after the biggest liar

Fording the roaring river of the Lake District!

Fording the roaring river of the Lake District!

 

Later we headed off to nearby Nether Wasdale and possibly the sillest contest – the annual village beer race. Down a pint, run round the maypole to the next pub. Down a pint, run up the hill to the next pub.  Down a pint, run down the hill to the finish line.

 

The well-rehearsed Beer Race

The well-rehearsed Beer Race

That will hurt later!

That will hurt later!

 

Victory looked far from sweet!

That was tough!

That was tough!

 

We left the Lakes to score the last of the “ests” – staying in the highest Inn in England – the Tan Hill Inn on the Pennine Way.

The Tan Hill Inn - highest pub in England

The Tan Hill Inn – highest pub in England

The Pennine Way from the window of the Tan Hill Inn

The Pennine Way from the window of the Tan Hill Inn

 

The Lakes and North were lovely and although, to misquote Wordsworth, the clouds were far from lonely a lot of the time and we got the bests of British weather, we still gloried in the beauty of the place. There are more photos in the slide show in addition to those in the story, so make a nice cup of tea and enjoy the sights with us.