Sunday, August 23, 2015

French Riveria

We visited the French Riveria. Marseille was a bit rough, but Nice and Cannes were fantastic! 

French food is delicious and we had great service everywhere we went. The
drive from Marseille to Cannes was like a lush desert with rocks and trees. It appeared to be the worlds wine supply with all the grapes we saw.

Cannes is beautiful. And almost any age can laugh the first time you see the road signs that say Nice Cannes, since the two towns are next to each other. Cannes has a great boardwalk with high end stores and exotic cars.

I didn't realise that Monaco is technically a different country. It's the second smallest in the world, only the Vatican is smaller. 

We also visited "the European Grand Canyon". Actually it's called Parc Verdon Gorge. We hiked the canyon and gorge to include some very memorable pitch black tunnels where you need a flashlight/torch to see two feet in front of you.

Grasse was a secret little town that we found, we enjoyed walking around that one and eating there. 

As we woke up one morning, we found ourselves extremely privileged to be asking questions to ourselves deciding which beach to go to. Do we want a boardwalk or no? Rock formations or no? Sandy or pebbles? Amazing. 

Nice is nice! Great boardwalk small town, great beach, white covered benches. We drove all around to see and walk on several beaches. We ran into some trouble paying for parking, it didn't like our credit card and wouldn't accept cash, but we eventually got it to work.

All in all the French Riveria lives up to its great reputation!

Saturday, August 22, 2015

My first massage

My wife booked my first massage. I was strangely nervous going to it. I guess it was the fear of the unknown and unfamiliar. She had booked me for a hot stone which is apparently one of the more gentle and easier places to start.

We're in a small town, so the venue was just off High Street in someone's house. That increased my nerves a bit. I pretended to be fearless and went inside the house. The masseuse was there to greet me and I instantly felt more at ease. 

We had a nice chat and the massage was great. The only catch is now I know what relaxed actually feels like, so there's probably a risk of massage addiction :)


Thursday, August 20, 2015

Embrace the Ridiculousness for a moment

It's all a bit ridiculous. Everything. We all have different ways of interpreting the world and when you step back and watch our behaviours, it's actually quite funny and ridiculous. 

For example, we enjoy a popular show called the Great British Bakeoff. It's a bunch of amateur bakers having a cooking competition in a big white tent. And the whole show is full of subtle hilarious innuendo. There's another popular show called W1A, which is the BBC creating a sitcom to make fun of itself, almost a spinoff of The Office.

But bigger than tv, it's about real life. There's a guy that stands at Trafalgar Square everyday handing out newspapers. But he doesn't just stand there, he teases people, he chases them, he makes loud noises, he contorts his body to make the paper seem more interesting. It's silly and it's perfect. I often wonder if he has the secret to a happy life, embracing the ridiculousness. 

It can be interesting to watch how people react and respond to him. Of course many people just walk by. Some people steer as far away as possible. Other people walk right up to him and join in the silliness. The energy coming from stressed people on the run versus the people that embrace him is noticeably different. 

Life seems to have some fragility and futility to it. Maybe an undertone is a healthy approach. I'll not confuse this short term humour with learning and development and having a strategy to head toward something. Maybe an occasional bounce into our playful ridiculous self is a nice way to balance out the planful part of our lives?



Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Royal Society of Arts (RSA)

I'm honoured to become a fellow of the Royal Society of Arts. If I understand the history correctly, Ben Franklin was one of the original fellows. The idea started in coffee houses as a way to get together and have great conversations. Charles Dickens was a notable fellow and contributor as well.

Today, they have several approaches for impactful conversations. One approach is called "Bounce", which appears to be an open sharing of knowledge. "Engage" is another approach for more specific kinds of networking. "Catalyst" is a channel for pitching new ideas. 

I've visited their main building a couple times and its fantastically beautiful. There's a main open room with four two stories walls and an empty centre. The second story is hand painted with a story mural. It's amazing how it sparks conversation. 

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Embracing a moment at Ely Cathedral

The day started a with a startle. I stood in a queue at a shop. There was a man behind me. A woman walked up and engaged him in conversation. It seemed they knew each other well. Standing less than two feet away, it was hard to not overhear the conversation. She rattled off several stories in less than a few minutes. One story was about quitting her job to spend more time with her family. She said it in relatively bold way, saying, 'we have lots of nice things, but if we screw up the kids we don't get that back'. Then she talked about a friend going on vacation saying 'they're going to America, she likes to keep things boring and comfortable, but she did go to Abu Dhabi once'. Interesting. On one hand I took it as a nice reminder to speak politely, with consideration for others. On another hand, I felt like it was quite a judgmental soliloquy she gave. That was the first time I had ever heard someone talk like that over here.



I moved on very quickly from that experience. I began the drive up to a town called Ely. There are many signs in the UK, I especially notice all the signs on the roads. One brilliant series of signs are included in roadwork. "Kill your speed" reads on simple, effective sign. "Our dad works here" reads another with a photo of two young boys with hard hats on. "Be alert, mum's at work" says another memorable sign in the construction zone. I bet those are children are actual sons and daughters of that work crew, so I see many positives there.

Traffic was bad, so the car recommended a trip through London, or at least closer to London that I had ever driven. I must admit I was nervous for some reason. I knew about the Congestion Charge, but when I saw red curbs and Low Emission Zone, I really wasn't sure what they meant. I kept up with traffic and researched the signs when I made it back home. Red curbs simply mean no parking or stopping, low emission zone means you pay a fee if  your vehicle has high emissions.

It took nearly 4 hours for an estimated 2 hour drive. I stopped in Cambridge for food. I didn't have time to walk around the university because the last Ely Cathedral tour was at 3pm and it was already 2pm.



I made it to the cathedral in Ely at 2:50pm. I bought a ticket and the nice woman mentioned it was the last spot! I told her about my commute and she was quite happy that I made it in time and a ticket was available. I checked last night, I'm not sure its possible to buy tickets in advance.

The tour started with some nice facts. 1300 years ago the area of the cathedral was a Norman monastery. 800 years ago it became a cathedral. In 1322, there was a major collapse in the centre of the building and a stunning 'octagon' was erected in its place.



There are 288 steps to the top of the tower. The guide stops every 75 steps or so for a break. He also yells a few facts down the stairs which are spiral staircase, cold, damp and going straight up. What an experience. It actually crossed my mind that this is probably how directions were yelled in times of war.

The stained glass in the cathedral is noticeable. The tour guide commented that its all Victorian stained glass and they believe to have the largest collection of it in the world. I found it to be beautiful - very clean - very colourful - and tremendous artistry. 
288 steps west tower 

The bells for the tower were automated around the year 1700. They were done manually before that. The town of Ely used to be in marshland. There were many eels. So they named the town Ely and its pronounced EEL-ee. According to the guide, Ely is Britians 3rd smallest city. The smallest city is London because it is technically 1 square mile. I'm honestly not sure if that was a fact or a joke, I actually think it might be true.



The view from the top is fantastic of course. One of the first things you notice is that the roofs are inverted. They look like funnels as opposed to pyramids. The story is that most of the water in the area is saltwater, which doesn't work for making beer. So, the monks captured rain water. Supposedly all ages drank the beer.

After the walk up the tower, I walked around the cathedral. I enjoyed all the different areas. After awhile, I sat down because I just couldn't leave, it was too great of a place. The choir was practicing. They were practicing their magical collective voice, on their journey like so many elite voices before and after them. Their bold and gentle voices filled the vastness whilst cold mystical breezes whispered on my knees. I sat and cried a bit. I'm not sure what was happening. I thought about living in England. I thought about this point in history. I thought about family. Mistakes and successes crossed my mind. But more than thinking. I just felt. I could smell the fresh flowers. I got a sense of the pain and joy that comes in and out of the cathedral. And life. I grabbed it and embraced it for awhile. Strange maybe, but inspiring and enlightening definitely. Delightful.


Tuesday, August 4, 2015

New Car

We have a new car! I find myself a bit hesitant to drive it for some reason. It's marginally larger than our previous car. I notice it somewhat struggles to change gears. It is a nice car, screens and features are easy to read and understand and it will seat the whole family and several friends.




Nice Town

I ran a few errands yesterday. First I needed special dog food from the vet. I planned on running in and out, but the doctor came out and offered to "just chat". We had a nice conversation and I was impressed he could remember my two dogs without even looking them up. They were missing some of the food and they called the supplier right there before I even left to give me an update. Nice!

Then I ventured to the hardware store to find a tiny screw to fix my sunglasses. The nice clerk pondered a solution and decided to point me to the optomitrist a few doors down. The doctor there took my sunglasses, said "let me see what I can do" and walked to the back. Within minutes he came back, sunglasses fixed, and he asked me to try them on. Perfect! I said "let me give you something" and he said "no charge, but you're welcome to donate to charity". Love it. 

Next was an unrelated stop at the charity shop. Our youngest daughter slowly grows out of her toys, so we try to donate them. The employee there was very helpful, she took the toys and offered a high tech way to keep in touch to see how much they're worth (tax purposes I think).

Finally I tried the dry cleaning shop at the office. Remember dry cleaning is absurdly expensive here. This shop is expensive too, but I guess it's nice that it's right in the building I visit anyway.

It's not like I visited one small town. I travelled to a few small towns. To me, I felt kindness, generosity and compassion in all of them. 

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Warwick Castle and the Dungeons

I stopped by Warwick Castle. It has a great reputation, especially for kids. King Henry owned it for awhile, he made everything gold in the castle. 

I find this castle quite different from others. There are four very thin outer walls. Basically just stairs up to the top and a few towers. The towers even seem to be in slightly random places.

There's one somewhat long corridor that connects the state rooms. I noticed a few sets of stairs that were blocked off, but other than that, there were a few nice rooms. The woodwork on the walls in one bedroom was exquisite. 

True to its reputation, there were many activities for kids. Shooting bows and arrows across the moat, sword fights, plays, etc. There's a fantastic open courtyard of just plain flat grass that connects the whole castle. 

Then I went down into the dungeons. It's like a haunted house. It's intended to be scary and entertaining. Even in the courtyard, you can hear the excitement about it.

I'd say the minimum age for this attraction is about 13 years old, give or take. There are a few relatively gory scenes and one of the actors had some relatively adult comments. 

There are 9 rooms. As a small group, you're directed by the actors how to get to each room. The actor then conducts a one-man show with many props. The final room is fantastic :) I enjoyed the entire show although I wasn't picked to be the "victim" in any room. 

Stratford Shakespeare, time for us all to excel?

The Stratford town walk is excellent. It's only £6 and worth every penny. Literally, in fact, because they give you 6 coupons that can be used all over town to redeem that cost. More importantly, you'll gain knowledge, history, stories and conversations that are priceless.

The group I joined was so large that they called another tour guide and quickly spilt us into two groups. My group had about 20 people in it. Half of the group was a reunion of old friends and colleagues that had worked together in Bangalore, India.

We started at a fountain in the very centre of Stratford. Margot was our guide and she was excellent. She rattled off 15 minutes of Shakespeare and Stratford facts to start the day. I'll put a few of them here. Most of all, she was funny, articulate, passionate and easily connected to all kinds of people. 

- 1564 Shakespeare birth 
- 400 AD Stratford started
- Romans then Saxons, first bridge - strat means street, ford means crossing 
- Avon is the name of the river 
- 1100 Robin Hood started a market with permission from the King 
- There's "New town" and "old town"
- RSc Royal Shakespeare company
- RST Royal Shakespeare  theatre
- David Garrick made Shakespeare famous 
- First theatre flooded washed away
- 1800 stone theatre built, burned in 1930
- 3rd theatre was designed in a competition, it looks like a ship
- Sister of the winner designed the red phone box
- Backstage tour highly recommended (I'll try it next time)

Shakespeare's Birthplace


You'll immediately notice the black and white buildings all over town. Margot explained that some are authentic, some are fake, and some are somewhere in between (maybe started real then updated over time). Bowed wood is a sign of authenticity, they were painted black and white during Victorian time. They thought the brown and tan wasn't as beautiful as black and white. The wood looks uneven on authentic buildings and the bricks are smaller Elizabethian bricks (about half the height we're used to seeing). 

We learned about his family, faster than I could even write. His fathers business did very well but had a few tough times. At age 14, William was taken out of school to help his father's leather business. At 18 married he Anne Hathaway, she was already pregnant and a lot older. Then they had twins 2 years later. Then there are 6 years where we don't have records, the guess is he went with traveling actors in London. He sent money to the family who was still living in Stratford. At 28 or 29 he was mending scripts, copyright law didn't exist then, so it was common for everyone to copy and modify each other, it was even expected. Now it's a little hard to know exactly who wrote what, she said to think of it a bit like writing a scene of a sitcom today - it's done quickly, in passing, and modified on the fly.

The house became an inn for awhile, then 200 years of dilapidation whilst it wasn't cared for, then Barnum (from the states) wanted it, so Charkes Dickens jumped in and bought it.

Many of the street names are literally. Corn road was used to sell corn. Sheep lane had sheep. Cooks Alley used to be a shared oven. People didn't have their own oven, so they prepped at home, then walked it over to cooks alley. This is where "prick it, mark it w a b, put it in oven for baby and me" comes from. You had to mark your pie somehow so you knew which one was yours.

One of the buildings is known as Harvard house. It comes from John Harvard, and it is currently owned by his Harvard University. Interesting to see that connection here.



"We won't make windows into men's souls." Queen Elisabeth said this at a time when most people were uneducated and couldn't read or write. The overwhelming belief was that God would judge you, and you'd go to heaven or hell, religion was extremely important and required by law. Generations were told to be Protestant for a long time, then Catholic for a long time. Lots of conflict, wars and death were the result. Queen Elisabeth may have been the very first to say "it's up to you and you won't be punished". She let people choose their religion. Huge!

By 33, Shakespeare was rich, but not from writing plays. He was rich from buying and selling property.

Women didn't got to school at the time of Shakespeare. Boys went from 7am to 6pm, 6 days a week. Church on Sunday. They brought their own wood for heat, and they were beaten if they didn't know their lesson.



There's some drama and politics surrounding Shakespeare's money. He willed his money to his daughter Susanna and John Hall (her husband, I think). I vaguely recall something about one of his daughters marrying someone that quickly fell out of grace, so there were challenges there.  

As I reflect, I learned a lot about heaven and hell, religion, and our limited understanding of the human body.  As recent as Shakespeare's time, they truly believed the human body was magical and mystical. Maybe it is :) The guide mentioned "being out of humor", which had to do with their belief that the body had 4 humors and they all needed to be aligned to be healthy. It struck me that given those beliefs, along with religion and education, it was strategically better to be quiet than outspoken. You were likely to get killed or brutally punished if you weren't like everyone else. Being killed was a double whammy in those days because then your body couldn't be seen to be judged for heaven or hell!

I can't help but wonder, how much of that "be quiet or be killed" fear still exists today? Is this why it is quite common to "go along with the flow" and "keep your head down"? I wonder, are we arriving at the dawn of "Time for us all to excel, individually and collectively, as much or as little as each of us want to". Clearly I need a more succinct way to say that :)

Back to Shakespeare, his church was built in 1260s, but mostly finished in the 1300s. He spent every Sunday here other than the few years in London. There's another building he spent a lot of time in called new place, I think it's the house he built, but it was torn down by what Margot calls a "miserable man".

Here's an example of how much the world changed in Shakespeare's lifetime, his birth certificate was in Latin, his  death certificate is in English. He's buried at the altar of his church with his closest family not because he was famous or religious, but because of his money.

Here's a fun fact that's somewhat highly debated. Shakespeare was supposedly asked to translate the bible from Latin to English. If you read psalm 46, the 46th word is shake and the 46th word from the end is spear. He was 46 years old when he was given the task. 

Graves and bones used to be moved to make room for new graves. When they did that, they'd have a bone fire, or now, a bonfire. This is important because that's exactly what Shakespeare chose to address on his tombstone. He basically curses anyone that tries to move his bones. 

Like many churches, when you walk outside, you can't help but notice the perfectly aligned trees along the sidewalk. There are 12 trees on each side, representing the 12 apostles. If you look closely, there's always one tree that's a bit further back than the others, that's supposed to represent Judas, or so I'm told. This is how it looks at Shakespeare's church.

I found it all to be fascinating. I've googled some of it to learn other perspectives as well. To me, Stratford had a very nice feel, you can walk the whole town, the water is there, people are nice, buildings are beautiful. I'd say it's quite a romantic area!















Saturday, August 1, 2015

Durdle Door


There's a rock formation in southern England known as Durdle Door. I drove down there this morning. What a fantastic place!

The drive has a few back roads and parking at the beach is a little tricky, and it's all worth it. The rock formation looks like a seahorse kissing the water, or, a curved rock with a hole through it. 

It was very windy today and quite crowded. There are two other beautiful bays within short walking distance. You walk along the high white cliffs taking in the warm salty air.

Less known, there's actually some curved white rocks with holes in them to the west of Durdle Door (same beach). 

There are many tents and huts setup all around the campground next to the beach. I wonder how much it costs to rent a tent or hut.

Come prepared to hike, these are steep climbs and I heard most people huffing and puffing. The beach is half pebble and half sand - and all amazing.


Salisbury Cathedral and the Magna Carta

I drove down to Salisbury Cathedral this morning. It was a beautiful, hour-long drive through winding farm roads. One of the four original Magna Cartas is kept there, so I was excited to see that too.

Before going, I paid online for a "bell tower tour". I wasn't sure exactly what it would include, but there were a lot of warnings about steep stairs without railings, so I was excited :)



The tour was amazing! The tour guide had worked there for 30 years, he seemed to know every inch of the place and its history. It is common for a tour to walk right alongside public crowds, but not this tour. We went through a secret back door, locked it behind us, and went past signs that said no public access! 



We basically climbed through the rafters like a carpenter or roofer. We climbed hundreds of stairs almost to the very very top of the spire. At the highest point there was a framed certificate from the Guiness book of world records- for one of the tallest spires. 


One story he told us was about how the wood was sawed. Two carpenters would put a log across a pit. The two-person saw had one person on top of the pit and one below, in the pit. Each person was known as a dog. The one on top was called the over dog, and the one underneath, getting covered in sawdust, usually an apprentice, was called the underdog. 

I'm learning more and more about architectural styles. I think I can point out Tudor, Georgian and Medieval. From the top of the spire, the view was fantastic and the guide pointed out all the styles we could see.


After the tour, I walked next door to the Magna Carta. Again, I wasn't sure exactly what to expect. It's in a relatively small octagonal room with a beautiful high ceiling. Inside the room, there's a small tent-like structure that allows a few people at a time to walk in and look at it.

Admittedly, I can only remember the bare fundamentals of the Magna Carta. I know it's the most formal predecessor to the U.S. constitution.  But actually....wow, there's a lot more detail behind it.

The paper document we call the Magna Carta isn't actually the Magna Carta at all?! A document two iterations later was called the Magna Carta, but even that document was called that until later. The document we know as the Magna Carta is actually a very different charter. Something about a king and his barons making a deal, it doesn't talk about "the people" at all. I think it's actually called Articles of Barons. Even more, the document we know, only lasted a few weeks, so it really wasn't very successful at all. 

All that said, I suppose you have to give credit somewhere along the line, so this document may be as close as we can get. And it's 800 years old this year, so that's fantastic.



I stopped by Durdle Door after Salisbury, but more on that in a separate post.

On the drive home I was starving, so I stopped at the most crowded pub I could find. The food was excellent and the family next to me had a young daughter. When they stood up to leave, she started talking and she sounded exactly like Peppa Pig. I quickly googled the voice of Peppa, saw some photos, and it's very possible it was her. Probably not, but still fun to think :)