England is much more than London and the Brexit Theater. A special circuit in classic cars in the heart of a country.of
1st day: London – Uppingham (about 200 km)
It's love at first sight. The long nose! The rump! The eyes! The blue complexion! It could not be better! While smiling, I turn the ignition key and listen to the drone of the six cylinders. I have to think about my father's words, which have always warned me against these slender guys: "A nose too long, so difficult and dangerous to handle, and also unreliable!" Constantly broken. If you want one like that you almost have to marry a mechanic. "Well, dad, it works without teaching marriage or car.
Phil Ternent realizes the dreams of classic cars. The crazy owner of "Northumbria Classic Car Hire" rents his dark blue E-Type Jaguar, built in 1970, so I'm waiting for a "four-day stand" now, a four-day affair. And what a jaguar in the heart of England. Specifically: on the A1 motorway linking London to Newcastle, marketing strategists now call "Explorer's Road", the Street of Explorers, as there are many excitations to explore and most tourists do not go out from London.
First of all, I explore the four – speed gearshift of driving right. With the left, the insertion of the aisle is a bit strange, but surprisingly easy. In the first few kilometers behind London Stansted, where Phil handed over to our group the blue type E-Type and two other British beauties, the focus is on left-hand traffic rather than on the countryside. But that too, very quickly: no problem.
Soon, the eye also perceives the windswept oaks on the roadside, the small walls and bushes between the fields and the picturesque stone houses of the cities. Welcome to the England picture book! And again and again, my co-pilot and I see smiling people showing us our thumb in our car images. Even in his home country, an E-Type is a rarity today.
The first stop is the "Olive Branch" in Clipsham, a beautiful pub-hotel cottage with a surprise or "exploratory" effect. Nix pudding, Yorkshire pudding, after all, English cuisine has come a long way, so that even in the country, the happy eaters no longer have to worry about taste taste. In front of us: Blue Cheese Stilton, Red Leicester, which looks and tastes like a cheddar to orange. Also a delicious pie stuffed with meat. And yes, fish and homemade fries – yum! The award-winning "Dining Pub" beers look tempting – but not so. For the blue cat in front of the door, you have to have cut senses.
He then goes on small country roads in the direction of Stamford, the first place listed in England, chosen by the Sunday Times in 2018 as the "best place to live", the most pleasant place to live – and you will immediately understand why this place should be so worth living. Gregorian architecture, limestone buildings beautifully preserved, clean, but Stamford does not seem to be a barren open-air museum. Everywhere small cafes, nice shops.
A glance at the dungeon beneath City Hall, where people were once partitioned and even walled, but shows: it has not always been so enjoyable in today's city of 20,000 inhabitants, who was rich only in the wool trade, and then by its breweries and benefited from the travelers on the A1. The four towers still testify to the richness of this era: once the wool merchants had built 14.
Old money – of which there are obviously many along the A1. Countless country houses, well maintained properties, clean villages. Here England is kind and healthy as she passes by. And yet, the current chaos in London also has something to do with this area: a small majority voted in favor of leaving the EU, a "departure" region. But everyone we meet and talk about Brexit are "leftovers" to stay in the EU and annoyed at the London Political Theater, complaining about former Prime Minister David Cameron, who spoke of Brexit to the British population in a large vote and then retired after retiring to his country house in Berkshire. In the evening, at the beautiful Falcon Hotel in Uppingham, we read the newspapers under the theme of beer, clear, Brexit.
Day 2: Uppingham – Knaresborough (about 200 km)
For breakfast, try again Marmite, the leavened salted salt spread, on which the ghosts have also divorced. "Love him or leave him," love or hate – there is nothing in between. Until then, I counted up to the fraction "Leave". But the waiter recommends: very thin on butter and fresh toast. Hmm, not bad. If the policy was as simple as tasting Marmite.
A little later, we forget all the Brexit theater by stopping in front of Burghley House, the largest Elizabethan residence in England. William Cecil Lord Burghley, Councilor and Treasurer of Queen Elizabeth I, had it built in 1555 – for 32 years. His descendants have collected and preserved over the centuries all kinds of paintings and art treasures from around the world. Even today, a relative of Burghley lives with her family on the ground floor of the estate. Miranda Rock is also the director of the Burghley House Preservation Trust, which now owns the building.
The passage, piece by piece, in the wing of the museum, is not surprising that these paintings, these murals! An unimaginable amount of money has been transformed here, at a time when poverty was incredible in England. This thought also accompanies a past the entire art. In the "Hall of Pagodas" we meet one of the few paintings of an old Queen Elizabeth I (painted by Marcus Gheeraerts the Younger).
In the same room, Martin Luther (painted by Lucas Cranach the Younger) and Lancelot "Capability" Brown, the gardener par excellence. The most fashionable landscape architect of his time turned English gardening into the 18th century and completely redesigned the park around Burghley House. He abolished the baroque garden, with a high staff density, with its geometric ponds and flower beds. Instead, he planted trees and a lake. The consequences of his work are still visible today and each year attracts thousands of visitors to the park, who wander or picnic under the tall trees nowadays.
We head to our next stop: the National Civil War Center in Newark, where the British Civil War was prepared by a museum. These bloody years of the 17th century, when the royalists fought against parliamentarians, the king was beheaded, England was briefly a republic. And in which the denomination could mean life or death. We should also remember that in York the next day.
On the way to the hotel near York, we make a quick detour to Thoresby, a beautiful craft market and a vast park in the Sherwood Forest. Sherwood Forest, where legend tells that Robin Hood lived. The Doncaster-Sheffield Airport, nearby, even bears the name of the hero in tights. We adopt it because we do not take into account the A1 multilevel and prefer to drive the small branch.
First, we see a "warnings for the elderly" sign in one place and we do not think much about it, because we had already heard from Stamford that the rural population was aging and that young people were settling in. towns. At Finningley, we suddenly pass a "Caution Ducks" sign?!? We turn around and hold on. In the middle of the city, some locals stroll along the pond located next to the road. While we were still laughing, our car caused a sensation and we chatted with a passer-by: "The ducks do not belong to anyone, suddenly they were there, and now they are one of them," he says. she swears in front of the dark blue piece of British car history that has transported us to Finningley, and by the way, so far after each stop, I jumped with courage and not at all bitchy. the beautiful eyes, which are unfortunately not good for driving at night.
Day 3: Knaresborough – Stanley (about 120 km)
On the way to York. Type E can cool something in the garage between young truckers. For us, this happens on foot, by the way, by a "remaining" city. On the ramparts of the Old City, you will visit the imposing York Minster with its bay windows the size of a tennis court. And also in a former secret Catholic church of Bar Convent, in which, by the way, copies of the 50 paintings of "The Painted Life Mary Wards hang", this famous Yorkshire nun – the originals are located in Augsburg.
But now: enough history fueled, in the sun in front of a cafe on the River Ouse, later try the Yorkshire pudding (so good), buy chocolate – after all, come Kitkat and popular in England chocolate oranges York. And then Stanley, where we park our 265 hp in front of a rather strange hotel.
The South Causey Inn is owned by Philip Moiser, a former horse dealer and today's antique dealer, who turned his stables into bedrooms and lovingly decorated each room in his hotel under a different motto. For dinner, we order black pudding – who loves the pudding will love … Philips Gin is better!
Day 4: Stanley – Newcastle (about 15 km)
A last drive to Newcastle, from where we will take the train to London. It's raining for the first time on the trip. We find the wiper button – then discover: Three mini wipers rid the disc of drops. We are delighted again, would like to continue driving, explore Newcastle, then continue on the A1 or the parallel roads leading to Edinburgh. But at the station is finally "the hour to say goodbye", goodbye! Or in other words: Jaguar's hard way out – Jaxit!
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