As the half term week now comes to an end and a whole week off for me to enjoy with the two teens, it is time to reflect on what we did this week. With my son's 16th birthday it was an opportunity to spread out the treats such as meals out, quality time gathering thoughts of his hopes and dreams and of course... trips! But first, may I thank you for your lovely visits to my blog and especially for the wonderful comments on last week's post. Sometimes with blogging you just let the words flow and they are the truest to your thoughts and mind. Yes, he was suitably embarrassed but amazed at your comments and has asked me to thank you all.
And so, I sit here tapping away at the keyboard and re-living what we have done this week with... yes, you guessed it... throbbing hobbit feet (it was London yesterday with a typical touristy feel, but that's for next week!). The first notable trip we went on was Stamford in Lincolnshire. A beautiful town neighbouring the exquisite Burghley House (my posts on this historical building are here). The town itself has hardly changed in 1,200 years!!
Now for an architectural anorak such as myself, the visit here was like receiving a box of your favourite chocolates with every single one containing your favourite centre. Tudor, Georgian, Victorian, Edwardian... they are all here in this town. This alleyway, one of very many, had history oozing from every angle.
The beams pop out to say hello occasionally, with tales to tell of the centuries they have seen.
There are your usual shops and yes, they are all occupied! How heart warming this was to see once again. Then there were boutique shops. As this shop showed outside, there really were four floors of happiness.
Spring had sprung outside this florists. It was so lovely to see the cheery faces of the colourful blooms. A symphony on the eyes.
Unusual gifts at every door down the roads of shops, not the same contents in each aisle. I never realised just how much I missed this kind of shopping. This wonderful book store in the middle of town was a visual delight.
Its two signs drew me in - Gothic House and the Walkers sign, etched into the wood, not plastic and uniform, just wooden and individual. There are more details on this wonderful building here, however if you ever visit this place, do go inside and go up the stairs and then look behind you. There over the stairs is the original outside of the building, the old post office in its Tudor magnificence.
And, me looking up again, realising that even floors above ground floor in the various shops were filled with chandeliers to make the experience even more special.
Also, to make me feel at home...
Now here is a collage for a special lady, Tammy at My Journey. I promised her I would be looking out for telephone boxes locally and further afield. So far, they have been sparse and in decline, however Stamford has plenty! They all work and stand proudly throughout the town. So Tammy, here you go - maybe you had used this when you were over here!! Please go and give her visit here to learn more about these iconic 'monuments' and her upbeat way of life... and Tammy, wait for next week's London post, telephone boxes for the computer age!
You can easily become lost in the history of the place by following the main roads and then coming across little alleyways. Some are so narrow that only one person can go down at a time.
Some lead to more little boutique shops.
Each street has a name to depict its history such as Ironmonger Street with its shadow street sign just above it. The street had all manner of ironwork on show.
The river Welland flows through the town, a little high with the rain, but beautiful against the winter landscape.
Just over the river is the famous George Hotel. A place that is dripping with history.
This plaque says it all! Can you imagine the history that this building could tell you!
One day I will have the time to go inside, it looked so inviting especially with the reflections in the windows showing what the view would be.
The rare book shop is a must for those of you who like to feel the old pages and marvel at the first editions. I am lucky with Miss Teen as she enjoys reading from a page rather than a Kindle. As we walked into this shop, crammed with the written word, the smell of old books gave a memory trail like no other! Through the back it opens into what looks like an old study with old desks and the obligatory computer. The book cases are locked but the binding of the books were beautiful. Miss Teen held one book as she sat crossed legged on the floor and opened the book to smell the pages, the book was printed in 1850. The smile and sigh said it all... respect for the author and the once owner.
Of course there has to be some street entertainment and in Stamford it has to be a bit more refined! This man was playing against the shouts of the fruit and vegetable market traders. When we put money into his case his shout of 'Cheers' made me laugh.
Also some wonderful doors dotted around the side streets.
And so, with the sun beginning to go behind the clouds once again, it was time to head home.
Another walk over and time for me and Mumsy to rest our feet!
I hope you all have a wonderful week and the weather is improving for you as much as it is for us!