We stepped out of the car in Dover, England and the wind sliced through my thin jacket. After nearly 2 years in the UK, I still hadn’t figured out that a sunny day did not equal warmth. We climbed toward the entrance of Dover Castle and as we entered, I turned to look across the English Channel. The view was vast, clear and across the horizon, the tiniest glimpse of the French coastline poked through the sea misty haze.

The castle has a rich history, dating back to William the Conqueror’s improvements on a pre-existing Anglo Saxon fortification in 1066. King Henry II continued to expand the grounds in the late 12th century when he rebuilt the fortifications that would protect England from sea invaders. The castle boasts unique concentric battlements and one of the largest surviving Keeps in all of England. A complex maze of tunnels were dug underneath the castle during the Middle Ages which were expanded during the Napoleonic Wars in the 19th century to house dozens of battalions brought in to defend England from French invasion. During World War II, these tunnels were again expanded to include a field hospital and to house the command center for the Dunkirk invasion. The tunnels are starkly mid-century compared to the rest of the castle which distinguish it from other castles in England. Recently, the Great Tower, originally constructed in the 1180s by King Henry II, has been reconstructed as it was when first built. The rooms have been restored to provide an exciting look at the king’s court during this time.

We left the castle in the early evening heading toward the famous White Cliffs, just in time to drive to watch the sun drop slowly behind the battlements. We reached the National Trust area just as the guard was closing the gate. In a rushed questioning of where else we could go to see the cliffs, he kindly pointed us down the road to where all the locals go, an abandoned coast guard outlook at the end of the dirt path. The outcropping was deserted and as promised, the sun gleamed off the water, dazzling us with light shining against the chalky cliffs. We could hear the waves crashing down below as the wind whipped around us. There was no better place to be.

Dover Castle is located in Dover, Kent, approximately 2 hours drive southeast from central London. The site is accessible by train and bus as well. The castle and grounds are open year round, opening at 10am and closing at 6pm in high season, 4pm in winter. Tickets are $21 (£13.40) for adults and $11 (£6.70) for children. Guided tours of the wartime tunnels are provided free of charge but with a timed ticket system. The last tour departs one hour before closing.

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Inherited

Home.

I sat on the floor in the bedroom my grandmother had spent the last few years sleeping in. It was known as “the pool room” for it housed the pool table, games, and television we grandchildren used to get away from the adults. Since having trouble with her heart, my grandmother had moved into the pool room so she could sleep peacefully away from my snoring grandfather. Usually, this room was filled with laughter, teasing, talking that grew increasingly louder over the crash of sticks and balls and sports on TV. But not today.

My grandmother died on March 13 after a brief illness. She was 84. As I sat in her bedroom, sorting through old photographs to use for a slide show at her memorial service, I came across letters. Piles of letters she had written to friends and family over the years, some sad, some sweet and full of her practical advice about how to just get on with life. Near the bottom of the piles of photos, there were loose sheets of hotel stationary, filled with her travel reflections as they enjoyed retirement and the various travels around the world. Mexico City in 1970. Australia and New Zealand in 1988. Europe in 1985 with 3 of her closest girlfriends. Hawaii for their friends’ 25th wedding anniversary in the 1960s. Sweden. England. A car trip across the United States in a station wagon in the early 1980s. Bus trips with their friends from church. Niagara Falls. Amish country. Croatia and Slovenia when she was 80.   She reveled in sharing her excitement about where they had been, bringing home gifts for family and friends and regaling us with tales of innkeepers, tour guides, sights, sounds and the glories of the natural world.  Her favorite piece of jewelry was a silver gum tree ring she’d purchased in Australia.  She said it always reminded her of that trip and one of the most breath-taking sights she’d ever been to, the Great Barrier Reef.

I sat for hours reading, hearing her voice so clearly in my head, enjoying her  lifetime of travels,  a traveler’s dream come true.  A legacy of wandering, exploring, searching out the unseen, savoring the new, recorded in her words, tucked away to be found by the one who followed in her curious footsteps. What more could a granddaughter ask for?

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It was supposed to be a romantic weekend away, far from the stress of our daily lives.  We headed out of town, small overnight bag tucked in the back of the car, the wind at our backs.  My husband had planned this trip with very little input from me and it was a welcomed treat– a weekend at The Green Gables Inn where we’d spent part of our honeymoon.  The rain came down in sheets as we left town.

We arrived shortly before check-in but gracious as ever, the innkeeper said our room was ready.  The wind off the ocean was blustery, the rain steady, the reception room of the inn a perfect place to dry off and nibble homemade goodies left out on the antique sidebar in the dining room.   Our room in the carriage house provided gorgeous views of the rough seas, churned by wind and rain.  I was glad for the spacious windows and comfortable chairs to watch the rain and protect us from the cold.

The late afternoon wine and cheese hour in the main house of the inn helped fight off the chill of a walk down the ocean front.  We sipped a delightful local red wine and munched on crackers, brie and a divine chocolate bundt cake.  After a fabulous dinner on the wharf, we retired for the night.  The rain continued to fall, a bit more gently after the sunset. 

The gas fireplace in our room provided all the light we needed.  It was so peaceful and quiet, there was no need to even open the armoire that hid the TV.  My husband suggested a soak in the jacuzzi tub in the ensuite bathroom and we luxuriated in warm water scented with bath salts for nearly an hour.  By the time we crawled into our turned down bed, I’d forgotten the dreadful weather outside, the stress of a long work week, and slept the deep sleep of a woman without a care in the world.

 

 The Green Gables Inn is located at: 301 Ocean View Blvd, Pacific Grove, CA 93950.  Toll-Free: 800-722-1774; Phone: 831-375-2095
Fax: 831-375-5437 . 
Email for availability and rates: greengablesinn@foursisters.com.

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Off the Beaten Path

Highway 152 out of the Monterey Peninsula and Pajaro Valley winds upward into the low lying mist and rain clouds.  Behind us ran the deep loamy earth of artichoke fields and raspberry canes near Watsonville, stretching to the horizon of the Pacific Ocean.  This was unchartered territory for us, an adventure of twists and turns, topped with a lush forest of California Redwoods and charming family wineries.

The unexpected beauty of Hecker Pass provided a delightful addendum to a weekend jaunt to the coast.  The award winning Fortino Winery offers their 2005 Carignan and several other choice offerings at their tasting room Tuesdays through Saturdays, 10am-5pm and Sundays, 11am-5pm.  Stop in and enjoy the family friendly atmosphere and expertise of local vinters Gino and Teri Fortino, who have been in the wine industry since 1970.

Established in 1989, Solis Winery continues the award winning tradition of the region serving Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Syrah, Sangiovese, Chardonnay, and Muscat Canelli. They recently won four awards at the 2009 San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition. Tasting rooms are open daily with picnic areas available.

In search of a bountiful white wine? Look no further than Sarah’s Vineyard located near Watsonville Road.  Featuring  lovely Pinot Noir and Chardonneys, the tasting room is open daily 11am-5pm.  A previous winner of the San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition and Appellation America, owner Tim Slater has created a delightfully quaint winery, nestled amongst the Santa Cruz mountains.

Highway 152 holds delights around each corner, views of the majestic Pacific Ocean, dense California Redwoods and distinguished wines for even the most epicurean palates.

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