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October 20, 2014

This Old Lady Was Once Faster Than a Speeding Bullet…

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In my last post from the Fleet Air Arm Museum in the town of Yeovilton, England and when we entered this massive hall even Kiwi Daughter got excited.

Here in the museum there stands a Concorde aeroplane. This is amazing, only twenty of these planes were ever made and of course I never ever in my wildest dreams ever got to travel in one of these whilst they were still in service.

Himself and I do have an old friend who, when he knew Concorde would be going out of service, spent a ridiculous amount of his savings on a one-way trip from (I think it was Paris) to New York, and even though it’s a fast trip it was certainly one flight that he didn’t waste time trying to sleep on.

Our friend was disappointed that he could only afford a one way journey on Concorde and said that the economy flight home on a regular aircraft was rather a surreal experience in comparison, but he figured that as a single guy he could indulge himself a few very special experiences in life and that ticking this off his bucket list was one of the craziest and best things he’d ever done.

He had told us after his flight that in contrast to popular perception, the seating for such expensive seats was rather cramped, but that the meals and drinks were such top quality  he didn’t care. When we entered this plane and got a glimpse of the actual seats it was a shock at just how small the area was that such a pricey ticket bought you back then.

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The seats were only on one side of the plane, the other side was barely wide enough for the aisle.

We were all shocked at how narrow the plane was on the inside, even the kids mentioned that it seemed to be ridiculously skinny.

It was a strange feeling to enter such an iconic plane and to look around,  this one was fitted out at a later date for scientific research so I’m not sure how much if the instrumentation on display is from that time or remained from when it was in service, but everyone had a disbelieving giggle when they spotted the emergency escape rope ladder stashed by one of the doors… I mean, seriously???

Yikes, apparently so.

I can still remember the day, years ago, when Concorde visited Christchurch airport in New Zealand and I joined tens of thousands of other Kiwi’s crammed around the perimeter fences getting a glimpse of it coming in to land.

It looked so different to any other plane we had seen and I vividly remember the gasp that went through the crowd as it came into view.

We leave the beautiful form of Concorde behind and head out to to the restaurant so that we can then deal with the appetite that our walking around has generated.In fact lunch disappeared so fast the photographs were forgotten. As we leave, more aircraft come in to land and Little Mr needs to be dragged back to the camper… all of us are pleased to have visited here, we all enjoyed different things but agreed it was well worth the detour.

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October 19, 2014

Folding Up Aircraft So That They Can Be Carried…

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Last  summer Family Kiwidutch visited the Fleet Air Arm Museum in the town of Yeovilton, England, and discovered that not only is it a working military air base but also Europe’s biggest aviation museum.

One of the things that visitors can experience is a simulated tour of part of an aircraft carrier, where lots of exhibits display how the carrier works, from the operations room to the canteen.

“Outside”  the carrier but still on the inside of the museum the inside wall of the large hall simulates aircraft coming into land on the flight deck of the carrier complete with sound effects.

Because I was walking slowly, I was one of the last to come onto the “flight deck” and entered just as the aircraft sound effects came on and I saw Little Mr and a few other visitors jump  as the “roar” of the engines caught them off guard.

One thing that fascinates me about the planes and helicopters here is the fact that they have been designed so that the wings or rotors fold up to save space, which seems scary when you think that the hinges are doing a lot of work when the wings or rotors are unfolded ( although surely there must be back up engineering to take the strain). The fact that you can not only build a ship that simulates a runway on the sea is amazing enough, but adding to that the engineering required to build aircraft capable of using it when the landing platform is both in forward  motion and rolling in side to side is nothing short of ingenious.

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October 18, 2014

Those Magnificent Men And Their Flying Machines…

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Last summer whilst on holiday in the UK we found a brochure advertising some regional attractions, which lead  to us visiting the Fleet Air Arm Museum in the town of Yeovilton, England.

As well as a working air force base, there is a massive museum here with lots of actual aeroplanes to walk around, historical exhibits and models.

Little Mr is delighted with every new turn and discovery and the halls give us everything you would every need to keep a naval or aviation fanatic happy.

Little Mr adored planes and helicopters and even the staff here, who appear to be a mixture of serving and retired service personal, impress him greatly with their crisp uniforms and conduct.

Even Kiwi Daughter finds some of the exhibits impressive, though she is loathe to admit that to Little Mr.  There are also some interactive games where you can release your own little red plane in a box, Little Mr keeps very busy there for ages and has to be dragged reluctantly away. I like looking at the oldest planes, the ones made of paper, wood and fabric, they are fascinating and I have a lot of respect for the early pilots who had the courage (or insanity) to try and fly in them.

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October 17, 2014

Little Mr Approves Loudly When We Decide To Wing It….

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One advantage about travelling on your own as a family rather than say, with an organised tour group, is that you have a certain freedom and flexibility that allows you to change your plans or fill in time with whatever activity appeals at the time rather than being stuck with someone else’s schedule.

Whilst we were staying at the Stonehenge Touring park, our kids investigated the shed that doubled up as an information centre and book-swap library, and  picked out some informational leaflets for attractions in the region.

Once they had bought them back to the camper, and I had checked out their locations and if we could fit them around various scheduled events we had planned, we found that several things would be possible with slight detours: which is how we had a complete change of tack and got onto the road the next day heading to the small town of Yeovilton, where we  will be visiting Europe’s largest naval aviation collection at the Fleet Air Arm Museum. The weather is a strange mixture of blue skies and threatening rain and so the idea of doing something that gives us some refuge indoors if the weather turns nasty also appeals,  and Little Mr’s levels of anticipation rise higher and higher when we get close to Yeovilton and he spots a helicopter in the air… the Air Arm also has a working airfield  here so we must be very close. (Note for parents of small boys: invest in a good set of earplugs like we wish we had because his squeals of excitement when the helicopter was spotted  had most certainly deafened us).

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October 16, 2014

IPod… Um …..Well, Close….

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Shortly after we arrived at the Stonehenge Touring Park , Kiwi Daughter disappeared off to use the “amenities” and returned laughing tell me that I definitely needed to bring my camera with me when I needed to go. Curious, I went over to see what she had found and discovered this baby changing mat…. I left laughing as much as she had!

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October 15, 2014

Friendly Helpful Owners And Happy Campers!…

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Last summer Family Kiwidutch hired a camper and headed off across the channel for new adventures along England’s south coast.

After a short stay in the New Forest and then a small detour inland to Stonehenge, we are ready to park up for the night, so with the aid of  Our Lady of The Tom Tom, we make our way to the “Stonehenge Touring Park” camp site.

On arrival we are delighted to find that the site boasts a little shop, where, as you do, we entered with a shopping list that consisted of spaghetti, pasta sauce and salad greens and exited with a heavy duty camping torch and a tent that you take out of the packet, throw in the air and it pops out into a little tent all by itself.

If you guessed that Little Mr tagged along for the shopping trip and twisted our arms for goodies on his own wish list (definitely not salad greens), you’d have guessed right. As Himself and I cooked a pasta meal, Little Mr outfitted his little tent for the night: sleeping bag (check), pillow (check), cuddly toy (check), extra blanket  he insists on in case it’s cold, even though it’s the height of summer (check) a large pile of books (check), a not so small plastic storage box of Lego (check), one brand new heavy duty camping torch (check) … and then one irritating Mama (Moi)  who came and pointed out the minor practical details: the tent is tiny and he hasn’t actually left any room for the kid!

I also veto the Lego box, that has to stay inside the camper because I  foresee a lost trail of Lego bits at every stage of our journey and tears and tantrums (mine) when replacements are demanded.

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All but two of the books are also removed and enough space is freed up to accommodate the human being it was intended for. Little Mr assures us over and over that he will be sleeping in this little tent tonight ( but says the kid scared to death of the dark, wind and every creak, groan and rustle of nature, so I’m not holding out any hope that his bravery will continue after the sun goes down).

Outside we set up the folding table we bought with us and prepared for dinner and afterwards the kids spread out pencils, paper and paint and got busy on some creative artwork.

This drew the attention of a little girl who I will just call “B” from one of the nearby tents, she was about seven years old, spoke only Danish but was clearly curious.

I went over to her parents who were busy making dinner in their tent and asked if it was ok with them that their daughter joined our children to paint and they were a bit hesitant.

The parents were rather reserved types, not the sort to take up a conversation even though their English was very good, and they refused a later offer to share a glass of wine with Himself after dinner (I saw a wine bottle next to their meal so knew they drank alcohol)  but their daughter was an only child and clearly desperate for the company of other kids to play with, so after the father, with very few words came and inspected the art table, and said “Yes”.

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Their daughter “B” was delighted and despite the language barrier we started to draw pictures and try and label them in Dutch, English (depending on which was the more simple word) and Danish.

Our children learned that the Danish word for “rainbow”  is  “regnbue” , so a rainbow drawing competition ensued, with a rather surreal result of way too many rainbows in their landscapes, but they had fun and Dali would have been proud.

“B” was called back to her tent for dinner, but afterwards gravitated back to the door of the camper, looking hopefully inside for our children.

Our kids had discovered a little shed by the front entrance of the camp-ground what was an information centre and book-swap library and were browsing for possible book treasure. One found, they ran back to get a book to swap.

Luckily we had a book that they had rather outgrown but had been somehow added to the pile, so it went back on into the library. The only problem was that the book was in Dutch, but hopefully one day in the future a Dutch child will be visiting and their eyes will light up when they find a book that they can understand.  With both our children back at the camper, the three of them played happily until the girls father came to tell her it was bedtime.

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It was clear that the parents were still sitting outside so Himself offered them a glass of wine, but the offer was declined in a few words and they went back to the tent.

The next morning whilst Himself and I packed up our gear , the girl played with our kids, she was a rather lonely soul and I felt sorry for her because she looked rather dejected when we left.

True to form, Little Mr chickened out of sleeping outside in the tent as soon as it got dark, Himself loves tenting and since it was up took his place.

We have found the owners here really friendly, the pitch we had  reserved before arrival was actually too small for our oversized camper so they improvised and set us up in an even better spot by a wall and arranged electricity so that we could run our fridge and lights as well.

We also discovered that these little tents might well pop out like magic when you take them out of their packets, but folding them back up is a devil of a job and in the end we gave up and just squashed it as flat as we could manage and stuffed it into the campers huge locker with the bikes. There was a tap a few meters away so the kids literally had “buckets of fun”whilst they helped Himself fill the camper’s water tanks and we had an excellent night’s sleep. Friendly helpful owners and us as happy campers…. Result!

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Stonehenge Touring Park
Orcheston
Salisbury
Wiltshire
SP3 4SH
United Kingdom

Tel: +44 (0) 1980 620304

October 14, 2014

Moved By More Than Just Brute Force…

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stonehenge 2m (Small)Stonehenge is a special place, it doesn’t matter to me that at this point in time the reason it was built has been lost, or the method of it’s construction, or all the other unanswered questions that have been asked about it over the thousands of years since it’s construction.

The truth is that this is something spiritual here and it can only be felt by visiting the place in person,  It’s a feeling you get when faced with something awe inspiring, something where your brain makes the connection with the fact that these massive stones were moved not just by brute force, but because there was deep deep meaning that focused the people concerned in the effort required to make it happen.

This meaning has been lost as far as the finer detail goes, but when you visit and and stare at the handiwork of prehistoric human beings, you can sense that this was so much more than a building project. I get the same feeling when I stand in a medieval cathedral and stare up at a vaulted ceiling high above my head and also know that the centuries it took to construct, the lives and lifetimes it took to make it happen, reveal a deep sense of purpose and belief that is little evident in anything that we see today.  … and certainly don’t  see in building projects any more.

We have gone from being eternal people to being instant-human beings, and I think we are poorer for it.  Stonehenge gives me a glimpse into the eternal persons mind set, where the end result gets all the glory, there are no references here to the architects , the human beings involved are merely the means by which the end result got achieved.

Last summer, the day we visited was an eerie mixture of bright sunshine and looming dark clouds which gave Stonehenge a moody  feel, so I put the camera onto full zoom to try and capture some of the detail of these amazing stones.

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I’ve been walking very slowly with my sticks, the path around the stones is quite large and is set back from the stones so that visitors can not actually touch the stones or get too close to them,  (the summer and winter solstices are the only time when people can touch the stones).

We were here when the doors opened so it was quiet when we arrived, but during the time it has taken me to navigate the outside path, the bus loads have arrived  and as we join the path that leads back to the entrance tunnel, we find ourselves walking out against a tide of people walking in.

I want to get a few postcards, the shop is crammed full of people, Himself has rashly promised the kids and ice-cream but the queue around the ice-cream seller is about fifteen deep and by the time I reach the car park area my foot is getting beyond painful and I’m desperate to sit down.

I now have to make my way past the upper car park full of coaches and mini tour buses and  I’m relieved when Himself runs past me as I reach the entrance of the paddock calling out “Wait there,  I’ll bring the camper back to you“.

The kids follow dejectedly, grumbling because Himself abandoned the ice-cream queue with the promise that there will be somewhere down the road that’s less of a madhouse. As Himself eases the camper out of the main gates, the queue of vehicles coming in is a non stop stream. Further up the side road we come across a building that is to be the Stonehenge’s new visitors centre, apparently it would officially open shortly after our visit which surprised us because it looked a long way from finished.

I get some photographs of the building still under construction and we find ourselves back on the road…   We leave Stonehenge behind, but it’s a place that lets you take a little bit of it’s spirit with you when you go.

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October 13, 2014

The Mystery Of How, Is Even Bigger Than The Mystery Of Why…

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Following my yesterday’s post, Family Kiwidutch are visiting Stonehenge, on the Salisbury plain in Wiltshire, England.

We’ve arrived early, right as the gates are opening to the public for the day and even though I’m walking very slowly on crutches we still have a decent head start on the larger groups of tourists who are yet to arrive.

Earlier we each picked up a headset, the settings of which, when coordinated with the numbered pegs set into the ground around the stones, gives historical information and theories about the possible uses and meanings and uses of Stonehenge because the site is so old and no written documentation exists to explain why or how it was built.

The recording tells me that amazingly, many of the massive stones that make up Stonehenge didn’t actually originate from around this area at all and some were hauled here from over one hundred kilometres  (62 miles) away. A mind boggling feat  considering that it took place with only prehistoric tools. Since the circle is no longer complete we can see in some of the remaining upright stones the mortise and tenon joints that allow at least  thirty of the Sarsen stones to fit solidly together.

Wikipedia tells me:   Stonehenge is a prehistoric monument located in Wiltshire, England, about 3 km /2 miles, west of Amesbury and 13 km / 8 miles north of Salisbury. One of the most famous sites in the world, Stonehenge is the remains of a ring of standing stones set within earthworks. It is in the middle of the most dense complex of Neolithic and Bronze Age monuments in England, including several hundred burial mounds. 

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Archaeologists believe it was built anywhere from 3000 BC to 2000 BC. Radiocarbon dating in 2008 suggested that the first stones were raised between 2400 and 2200 BC, whilst another theory suggests that bluestones may have been raised at the site as early as 3000 BC.

The surrounding circular earth bank and ditch, which constitute the earliest phase of the monument, have been dated to about 3100 BC.  

Thirty of the Sarsen stones were erected as a 33 metres (108 ft) diameter circle of standing stones, with a ring of 30 lintel stones resting on top.

The lintels were fitted to one another using another woodworking method, the tongue and groove joint.

Each standing stone was around 4.1 metres (13 ft) high, 2.1 metres (6 ft 11 in) wide and weighed around 25 tons.

Each had clearly been worked with the final visual effect in mind; the orthostats (large stone set upright) widen slightly towards the top in order that their perspective remains constant when viewed from the ground, while the lintel stones curve slightly to continue the circular appearance of the earlier monument. The inward-facing surfaces of the stones are smoother and more finely worked than the outer surfaces. The average thickness of the stones is 1.1 metres (3 ft 7 in) and the average distance between them is 1 metre (3 ft 3 in).

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October 12, 2014

Unexpected Views Of The Stunning Stones…

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Often in life you have  picture in your minds eye about how something will look, it’s not necessarily a mental image based on fact, but rather just an idea that you get planted into your brain for no particular reason and it sits there as “fact” until reality comes along and  either confirms your idea or blows it out of the water.

Such was the later when we took a camper-van along the English south coast last summer.

We had driven through Salisbury and then out into rural countryside and were on a busy highway when all of a sudden we rounded a corner and low and behold, there on the crest of a small rise opposite us were the world famous stones of Stonehenge themselves.

I was even able to zoom in on them as the road curved and we marvelled as the early morning light picked out details, even from far away.

I had always assumed that the world famous monument was somewhere remote, far from things like normal highways, and I also thought that if it was a historical attraction, then surely that would mean it would have some sort of barrier around it.  Yes there are fences, but no massive screens or the barriers that I had imagined.

We had deliberately set out early this morning, Stonehenge is somewhere I have always wanted to visit, but we hate still crowds so my condition of coming here was that we would be here when the gates opened in the morning because even one or two hours later, the place would be invaded by the masses.

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Although you get a surprise viewing of Stonehenge from the main highway, the actual entrance to it is further up the road and off a side road, so we followed the signs and were there a short while later.

The parking attendant wanted us to park the camper right at the end of the field, but allowed us to park up right by the main gate when I mentioned that I was on crutches and that a shorter walk would be greatly appreciated.

There is an upper car parking area that’s utterly empty which we would have liked to have used, but it was explained that that’s for tour bus companies and not for private vehicles.

There is already a small crowd by the entrance patiently waiting for the gates to open and we only had to wait a few minutes before we could go in.

Once past the ticket area there are microphone packs that we can use to tell us all about the stones, and then a tunnel takes you onwards so that you leave the entrance area behind and emerge out by the stones  with no real sight of the entrance or parking area. The effect is magical, it heightens the effect of the stones, their size and imposing presence.  So far, even though I am walking slowly, there are only a few people scattered around in front of us, so we can take our time and spend time looking at this amazing piece of architecture.

There is a sign that says: “The great and ancient stone circle at Stonehenge is unique stone circle of Stonehenge is unique: an exceptional survival from a prehistoric culture now lost to us. The monument evolved between 3,000 BC and 1,600 BC and is aligned with the rising and setting of the sun at the solstices, but it exact purpose remains a mystery. To this day Stonehenge endures as a source of inspiration and fascination and, for many, a place of worship and celebration.”

The sign is right, this place is spiritual…

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October 11, 2014

Cattle Stops (Well Ponies Actually) And Getting Going…

Filed under: England,photography,Salisbury,South Coast,The New Forest — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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Our time at the Sandy Balls camp-site is at an end, our kids could have stayed the entire time of our trip here but we have places to go, things and people to see.

We make our way slowly out of the New Forest, mainly because livestock have right of way on the roads here and apparently they know it, with one pony in particular not even bothering to shift from the centre of the road until the camper is crawling behind at less than a walking pace behind it undulating buttocks and swishing tail.

The end of the kilometres of open roaming that the animals enjoy is marked by a cattle stop (cattle grid ) which for those who may not be familiar with them is an arrangement of spaced bars set above a ditch in the road.

The fence either side of the road keeps the animals in no gate is needed on the cattle stop because all livestock with hoofed feet have a deep aversion to standing on the bars that have gaps either side of them. Vehicles of course can just drive over and people can pick their way over by standing on the bars. (ok, usually  they can because in my childhood as a country kid I fell though the gaps of a cattle stop twice. The first time I was riding a horse called Cinders who was famous for kicking, biting and bucking, and he threw me off right next to one and my skinny legs went though the gaps.

The second time I was being stupid and tried running over one, missed my footing and fell into the gaps between the bars: on both occasions the only thing stopping my fall were my knee caps which I can assure you is an exceptionally painful way to  go from a decent speed to a dead stop and seriously not recommended).

Once we have left the New Forest we find ourselves heading north towards the beautiful city of Salisbury, which has a Cathedral I’ve love to see more of one day. Sadly I had to make do with a quick view of the steeple as we go past, before heading out to the open countryside again.  Our camp site is close by, but we have somewhere we want to see first.

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Cattle stop set into the road…

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