Well, it’s been over a month now since I’ve posted and it’s been almost 2 months since I’ve been home but I want to talk about the rest of my trip.
After I made John look at busted up castles, I decided that I wanted to go into the Peak district (anyone who knows Pride and Prejudice knows that Elizabeth went there with her aunt and uncle, I didn’t tell John this, however). I wanted to go for a walk in the country and see some lovely scenery. We left Bolsover Castle and headed for the wilds of Darbyshire.
After a disappointing information/tourist point, which turned out to be a sign board on a post, we ended up in a town called Matlock Bath. This town was a bit hilarious because it clearly wanted to be a seaside resort town, with its ice cream shops and video arcades, but it was a bit sad and run down. It’s main claim to fame was a tourist attraction called the Heights of Abraham, which is a cable car ride to the top of one of the peaks and cost WAY TOO MUCH MONEY!! We chose to go for a hike by the river instead.
After this adventure, we went back to John’s house and hung out. The next day, Cat showed back up and we decided to go to Nottingham and Sherwood Forest on the way to take me up to Lincoln.
Nottingham was interesting. They tell me that it’s pretty rough but we stayed in the touristy parts like, the oldest inn in England. Apparently, this is where Richard the Lionheart drank a pint before he left for the Third Crusade. It is where I drank a half pint before going to Sherwood Forest. It is attached to Nottingham Castle, which is not original. It also houses a chair that is magical and is called the Pregnancy Chair. Legends say that if a woman sits on it, she will become pregnant. They ask you not to sit on it.
Sherwood Forest was very touristy, I did get to see the Major Oak which is supposedly the meeting place of Robin Hood and his merry men and some statues. Other than that, not a whole lot going on in the forest. So here are some random pictures from the area.
After we left Robin Hood Country, John was nice enough to drop me off at Becca’s house outside of Lincoln. But that is for my next post.