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Mark and Jim at Balmoral Castle, just 15 minutes away from Braemar

Here we are in the Scottish Highlands and we are loving it! Our first stop is a town called Braemar, deep in Cairngorms National Park, the biggest national park in the UK. The natural beauty captivated Queen Victoria and Prince Albert back in the mid-19th century and so they bought what is today Balmoral Castle just a few miles from here. In the best McMansion tradition they tore down the small, old castle and spent three years building Balmoral. I don’t know how all the royals after her felt about it but this was certainly one of Queen Elizabeth’s favorite spots as well. And I have to say, based on our little stop here you can trust their judgment.

There’s a lot to see here but not necessarily a lot to say. That is, it’s a stunningly beautiful place and so we spent large parts of every day hiking in and around the mountains. The weather cooperated beautifully – sunny with scattered clouds and temperatures from the high-50s into the 60s – so we had ideal hiking conditions. And that’s pretty much it, so I think pictures are going to tell most of the story.

On our first afternoon in Braemar Mark did a couple-mile hike out of town on the River Dee. He never saw a soul and fell in love with both the landscape and the cool misty weather.

Besides a lot of hiking we did a morning trip up to Balmoral, where you can buy tickets to tour the grounds. We didn’t really know what to expect but figured “How bad can it be?”

We are so glad we did it! They have started to allow tours inside the building but tickets are seriously limited and we didn’t try it far enough in advance. Maybe that would have been great but just walking the grounds, soaking up the atmosphere of the castle, and gaping at all the flowers was pretty fantastic. Definitely worth doing the next time you’re in the area.

It’s worth saying a word or two about our hotel here, The Fife Arms. It is simply one of the most beautiful hotels we’ve ever stayed in. It’s history goes back to the mid-19th century, opening as a classy hotel just after Balmoral was finished. And for much of the last half of the 19th century and up to World War I it was very much a place to see and be seen. It bounced back a bit during the inter-war period but by the 1960s it was pretty run down.

The Fife Arms Hotel

Finally just a few years ago a British couple that owns a fancy art gallery bought it and spent a few years restoring the hotel in a magnificent way. The minute you step in the art and the furnishings and the colors just grab you. Fantastic and varied public spaces practically beg you to sit for a spell. All that and a great restaurant, too. Rarely does a hotel deserve so much praise but this one is truly worthy.

The reception area of The Fife Arms. That’s a Steinway Spirio, the kind like ours that plays itself. So evenings if you passed through or took a break here you had live classical music.

A very cosy lounge

Mark on the staircase going up to our room

Here I am at breakfast

Deer hunting is a big thing up here, so this bad boy was keeping watch in the restaurant. And yes, venison was on the menu.

Jim relaxing on the lawn. We were there not long after it opened and so there were few people initially, though eventually the crowds started arriving.

Balmoral flower gardens

More flowers

There was a common thread of purple and blue colors all around the grounds. Made me pretty happy!

A gate to some of the gardens. Originally developed by Queen Mary in 1923, the initials at the top of for King George V and Queen Mary. A hundred years later King Charles oversaw a significant rebuilding, so his initials along with Queen Camilla are below.

Balmoral is built near the River Dee, so part of our walk about included walking along the river

Mark at Duck Pond on a hike we started together

At this point the trail is still pretty easy

A little further along the trail

While Mark headed around on a relatively level loop I headed up, up, up on the big mountain overlooking Braemar

Working my way up, you can see Braemar way below. The trail continued up for a long way but eventually the town was out of sight.

And here I am a very happy guy at the top

The view from the top of the world

At higher elevations the hillside (mountainside?) was covered with these bushes and their red/pin/violet flowers. From way below it all looks brown but up here it’s alive.

The bridge is the start of the Queen’s Drive trail, named because it was one of Queen Victoria’s favorite drives in the area. And the bench was pretty striking.

The Queen’s Drive was a beautiful trail through the woods

More woods along Queens Drive

Turns out Mark liked the bench

Another day, another hike, this one with a view of Braemar. That hill behind it is the one I’d climbed the day before.

The town’s steeple and the little creek that runs through it down to the River Dee

I loved this isolated house a few miles from town

Some wild life not at all far from town

And Mark’s favorite wildlife

York Minster looming over the bustling streets of the old town

Next up was another two-night stop, this one the city of York. I found it a little odd to see all the signs referencing “York” without a “New” in the front but you wouldn’t really confuse the two cities. And somehow it felt appropriate to come to this namesake town after visiting the original Cambridge just a few days ago.

Founded by the Romans in AD 71 at the confluence of the Ouse and Foss Rivers, the city has a bit of history behind it. Perhaps most important, Constantius I was serving as Emperor here – one of the original four Tetrarchs when Emperor Diocletian decided the empire was too big for one man to rule. When Constantius died in AD 306, the troops quickly proclaimed his son Constantine his successor. Constantine, of course, went on to overthrow the tetrarchy, become sole emperor, convert to Christianity, and relocate the capital of the empire from Rome to Constantinople. In other words, he was kind of a big deal.

Some of the medieval city walls are still standing

And a more recent big deal is Judy Dench, perhaps England’s greatest actress, who was born here. Sadly though we didn’t see her.

The main tourist attraction here is the Cathedral, known as the York Minster. Begun in 1220 explicitly to rival the cathedral in Canterbury, it wasn’t completed until 1472 and is today the second-largest Gothic cathedral in Northern Europe. Mark was here some 33 years ago and remembered it almost magically, the massive size and beautiful architecture. And after all these years and all the cathedrals that we’ve seen since then it still packs a pretty powerful punch.

Most impressive here are the enormous stained glass windows, some of which date back to the 12th century. The window on the east side of the church – furthest from the entrance – is the largest expanse of medieval stained glass in the world. Perhaps even more impressive are the 53-foot high windows known as the Five Sisters. Painted in a monochromatic gray, they are simply stunning, unlike anything I’d ever seen.

These windows blew me away

To go along with just wandering around the Minster, we took a “tour” up to the central tower. I call it a “tour” because even though it was advertised as such it was just an opportunity to climb the 275 steps to the top of the tower. Because there’s only one set of stairs and they are quite narrow tickets are sold for a specific time: everyone goes up together and then you come down before the next group starts. The views were nice but for me most fun was listening to the woman in front of me act like she was going to die climbing those 275 steps. It was quite the show.

Otherwise the stop included a bit of wandering around the old town, a nice run and a couple long walks along the River Ouse, some decent food, and even a little shopping. From here we’re off to Edinburgh so we’re leaving England for a couple weeks. I’ve never been to Scotland so this will be a big adventure for me!

Mark enjoying perfect weather and a pre-dinner cocktail in a lovely square. What’s not obvious in this picture is that there is a guy in back of him with a microphone and big speaker singing show tunes very loudly and very badly. Made the whole experience decidedly imperfect.

After touring the Minster and climbing the tower we sat in a little park to read while enjoying this view

The view from the top of the central tower

Flying buttresses seen while climbing to the top

Boats tied up along the River Ouse for miles outside the city

This statue of Queen Elizabeth – head of the Church of England, of course – was added to the front of the Minster in 1977 in honor of 25 years on the throne

Back inside the church

The massive East Window, depicting stories from the Book of Revelations

Enjoying an excellent Perfect Manhattan

After our first lunch Mark went in search of a haircut while I wandered around. And then I stumbled onto said haircut in action!

Mark and Jim on a bridge over the River Cam, with punts aplenty below us

After living in Cambridge, MA, for some 18 years we’ve finally made it to the real Cambridge, the one after which our long-time home was named. It was a quick two-night stop, just enough to drink in some of the ambience of an ancient university town. Ancient and lovely, I should add. On arrival we wandered around parts of the University somewhat randomly and found some gorgeous parks and lawns belonging to the colleges that were open to the public. It was really beautiful.

While some of the colleges restrict access, this area in Pembroke College was open to the public. Just a tiny hint of all the beauty behind the closed gates.

The main reason to come here, of course, was to see the University of Cambridge. Founded in 1209 by students fleeing the anger of locals towards the students at Oxford – an early version of town-gown hostilities – it is one of the great universities of the world, known particularly for its scientific excellence. Stephen Hawking, Watson & Crick of DNA fame, Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Alan Turing – they all studied here. Oh, and a guy named John Harvard, whose 1638 deathbed bequest to a then two-year-old college in Massachusetts so delighted the Massachusetts Bay Colony that they named the school after him. They even decided that the village across the river from Boston where the college was formed, then known as New Towne, was renamed Cambridge in honor of his alma mater.

Thus the link between our old home and this original Cambridge is formed. One fun little fact we learned on our tour of the University was the origin of the name Cambridge itself. The city, you see, sits on the River Cam. And when a bridge was first built across the river the then-small settlement became known as Cam Bridge. Or something like that, of course, in olde English. At any rate, that’s what one of our tour guides told us, and it makes sense.

King’s College Chapel, perhaps the most famous site in Cambridge

Though we are typically not tour people, we actually took two tours on our one full day in Cambridge, one a 90-minute walking tour of the University and the other a 45-minute boat tour up and back on the River Cam. The walking tour was great. Led by Annie, who had recently finished her Master’s Degree in Linguistics there, she explained all we wanted to know about the history and structure of the University. I had been confused by the structure of a university with 31 colleges and how they relate but now that’s been cleared up. In capsule form, the University handles academics while the Colleges handle student life. Simple enough.

The river tour was less informative but wonderfully relaxing. Basically there are hundreds of “punts” – small, flat-bottomed boats with square-cut bows – that are poled along the shallow river. Here in Cambridge they travel essentially behind many of the Colleges, giving you a view of the architecture and lawns you can’t see otherwise unless you’re a student here.

Mark and our punter, a local kid going to college somewhere else, but working for the summer at home

Beyond the tours and the immediate university vicinity, the parks and walks along the River Cam were really great. Bucolic, quiet, green – everything you would want, and the foot paths go on for miles. And on the weekend at least you’d see kids swimming, canoeing, fishing, all very relaxing.

Oh, and some good food, too. Steaks one night, Turkish another, and a spectacular Indian place (Dishoom) that was so good we had lunch there both days. There are a couple Dishoom restaurants in other parts of Great Britain where we’ll be stopping and we already have them marked. Now northward to Lincoln!

On arrival the weather was pretty typical for what we’re expecting in England. Later on though it was beautiful – just about perfect in fact.

Fabulous foot paths along the River Cam

A glorious riverside reading spot

Did I mention bucolic?

Back in town, here is Mark at the Eagle, a famous pub where Watson & Crick announced the discovery of the double helix structure of DNA. As they modestly described it, they’d found “the secret of life.”

Speaking of science, here’s our guide Annie pointing out where Stephen Hawking lived with his first wife and their girls. She still owns the building and Annie, in fact, lived there while she studied at Cambridge!

Out for steaks one night, this was the view from Mark’s seat

The Bridge of Sighs over the River Cam, named for the more famous bridge of the same name in Venice

The back of King’s College Chapel as seen from the river

St John’s College, again from the river. You’ll notice that the clock tower is missing the clock. The story is that they just ran out of money!