of mice and poets

Wednesday 23 August

Off we three venture again on our now annual magical mystery literary dash up North! This time in search of the Brynmor Jones Library . . .

To view the wonderful Hull City of Culture exhibition on Philip Larkin's life and work - New Eyes Each Year

After a much needed coffee boost, we meet one of the Larkin Toads inside the library

And here we are at last, actually inside what was once Philip Larkin's office, as Chief Librarian of the Brynmor Jones Library at the University of Hull

A highlight was leafing through book after book of copies of his poems and revisions

Finally we reach the exhibition which is really well curated and quite fascinating.  There's a great Guardian review here and one of the many highlights was a series of Super-8 films taken by the library staff themselves larking about (with Larkin)! in short vignettes.

Another interesting article here questioning Larkin's relationship with Hull over the years.

But it was now time to move on and into Hull proper.  
A stunning coffee at Caffeinated - in the lovely renovated Trinity Market - right opposite Holy Trinity Church, recently rebranded as Hull Minster

and more incredible literary associations as we learn that Andrew Marvell was born in Hull and his statue is right outside the old Grammar School he attended.  And here he is with one of his biggest fans!

Some really grand buildings in Hull

and we loved the striking and moving artwork inside the Minster - The Electric Fence by Annabel McCourt which is part of the Hull City of Culture 2017

and the Minster itself - beautifully light, airy and colourful

where we discovered two lovely old Mousey Thompsons

However, it was now onwards and Northwards with a quick peek at the gigantic Beverley Minster

before our upwards climb onto the North Yorkshire Moors and our first heady sniff of purple heather and fresh air

Cue ofcourse a bit of the wonderful Joan Baez

We pause at the top of Sutton Bank, ready for our 1 in 4 drop down into Rosedale Abbey

and here we are at our lovely B&B - Sevenford House

and a very welcome welcoming cuppa!

beautiful gounds

and soon we are off for a walk down the lane for supper at the White Horse Farm Inn which has changed hugely since Mike and I camped nearby in the 70s, but was still friendly and served good beer.
Thursday morning dawns brightly and after a stunning breakfast . . .

. . . we are given a great hiking route from Ian, the owner at Sevenford.  Starting at the phone box in Rosedale East we venture up onto the old iron ore workings railway line

meeting noisy friends en route

and discovering the magnificent old lime kilns dotted around these hillsides

and again a song springs into my head, the wonderful bleak but beautifully haunting Dalesman's Litany sung by Tim Hart and Maddy Prior. I've always loved the bit about Sheffield's furnaces ..

and here are two ex-steelworkers enjoying the fresh air

spied on by a passing hiker - ha ha

and what's this tempting oasis?

a little piece of heaven

in the shape of Maggie's cosy cafe

Dale Head Farm Tea Gardens

High up on the hillside away from it all, with the most fabulous homemade sandwiches, soups and lemon drizzle cake!

but all too soon we were off back to find the car

and hurtle to York (what a magnificent station!) for fond farewells onto the London train

But the quest didn't end here.  The two final muskateers continued on the Andrew Marvell trail to look for Nun Appleton Hall and Bickling Hall, where Marvell was a tutor Fairfax's daughter Mary from 1650-52 and where, during this period, he lived and wrote poems such as Upon Appleton House.  An extract from the poem is shown on this Poetry Foundation webpage if you care to read.
However, this old gate was as far as we could get as there were many private property signs and the present Hall lies close to the River Wharfe. There's a very thorough article on the estate with a great map which might have helped us more on the day had I found it then - you can read more at Historic England, Nun Appleton Hall.
We also used this useful piece from the Andrew Marvell Society to locate Bilbrough, where Marvell wrote "Upon the Hill and Grove at Bilbrough", and found the present Hall and the church, with the Fairfax family graves.

So all in all a wonderful whistlestop two days -  here's to the next adventure!

ferried across

Very late writing this up (and this is but the tip of the iceberg for 2016 adventures as yet undocumented, so watch this space ....) - but this was our August Bank Holiday exploration of all things Liverpool.

Saturday August 27

We started with a Razzle Dazzle ferry across the Mersey - complete with soundtrack!

A zip around both cathedrals, the Everyman Theatre, the Phil and finally the Picton, where the 2016 Beatles Festival tribute band competition was in full swing and we were besieged with Beatle suited and wigged foursomes!!

 and that evening a spectacular meal at the new (to us) Burnt Truffle in Heswall

Sunday August 28

Then Sunday saw us back on those Liddypool streets, starting with a coffee in Cains Brewery

and followed by a stupendous Sunday Roast at Camp and Furnace

 Then a launch into the Liverpool Biennial proper

Inside the cavernous Toxteth Reservoir
for Rita McBride's laser installation 'Portal'

 Then on to the Welsh streets

  for 'Momentary Monument - The Stone' by Lara Favaretto

and one of the other streets, recently uses as a film set so all painted a menacing black

Loved this old Liverpool Echo sign - the cry across the city evenings from my childhood 'Echo! Echo!'

and so on to Granby Street and an interesting look around the refurbished streets following the 2015 Turner Prize win.

 Then for some, it was a train back to London and a final gaze at St George's Hall

while the rest of us wandered along to see the demolished Futurist Cinema on Lime Street

 then a final catching of the last sun on Moreton shore across the Irish Sea

and the glimmering lights of Liverpool

Monday August 29

Today it was a slow roadtrip back to Sheffield, winding through the Cheshire lanes - first stop the rather magnificent ruin of Beeston Castle

 with it's stunning views across the Cheshire Plain

and it's bright and breezy little cafe which did a great coffee

and finally the very newly restored and impressive Bramall Hall

 with incredible paintings and patterns still evident on the woodwork in some of the rooms

and that, folks, was that - the end of a lovely family whirlwind of a weekend.

One day soon I might start writing up our roadtrip proper - 4,500 miles across America this July.  Or our adventure to Spain by train or our wonderful sunny Eighter's week in Northumberland.  Where to start . . . .