There was some snafu with our tickets. As the train steamed out of the station, we discovered we were on the wrong train. The conductress was none too pleased when she radioed to the engineer to stop the train. She herded us out like cattle, almost pushing us and our luggage onto the platform. There was a huff; she shut the door, and the train steamed onward. Sam let fly a few expletives, which aroused the attention of the platform conductress. She was most apologetic. Now, we’re waiting patiently for the next train to Durham. I hope it’s the correct one, or we might end up back in D’Lo. (LOL!)
Due to the Queen’s funeral, York, both ancient and new, was, for the most part, shut down. We did get to see the Cathedral and attend Evensong. The Gothic style—is there any other architectural style that so enhances worship? I don’t think so.
On Sunday, I had a dream fulfilled. Forty years ago, the TV series, “Brideshead Revisited,” greatly influenced my then, young life. I promised myself that one day I would visit Castle Howard, where the series and subsequent movie adaptations were filmed. And now I have!
Walking into the columned entrance hall, I expected to see Charles and Sebastian smiling down at me from the gilded banister above. However, many of the castle’s rooms were nothing more than hollow shells. Naked brick walls and massive charred ceiling beams glared at you. Gouged parquet flooring peered up at you. Hovering above it all was the faint, vague scent of lost grandeur. In 1940, a raging fire engulfed one wing of the house, burning up through the dome, which collapsed into the Entrance Hall. One wing survived, as did much of its period furniture and paintings.
The gardens were amazing. The lichen-encrusted Atlas fountain was not playing, but it still didn’t disappoint. The Temple of the Winds was my favorite garden folly because it was here that Charles and Sebastian drank chilled champagne, ate strawberries, and contemplated their futures.
I’ve posted some snaps. Enjoy. We’re off to Edinburgh in the morning. And then…home. Big hug.