English Outdoor Art

Like in the US, the British make attempts at sharing artwork with the general population by displaying sculptures and other sturdy exhibitions outdorrs for all to see and touch. While walking into York the other day I noticed something different along many of the walls and all over town than the usual sculptures and historic displays that made me stop in my tracks.

The British National Gallery currently has a painting exhibit going on in York, only it isn't being held indoors. Below is the photo of a real Van Gogh, one of the last paintings he did before taking his life, that is currently on display outside of a church building. There aren't any fences or barricades to keep anyone from walking right up to it and touching it (though since this is England I can almost garauntee that there are cameras pointed at it from multiple locations).



As this Rembrandt shows, the location of the displays are not just on grand buildings, but really most anywhere there is simply space to hang something. This painting happens to be a self portrait of the artist.



As is stated on the placards to the side of each painting, the idea is to bring art into the community as opposed to having it locked up. One thing especially that took me by suprise is that these hang in their places day and night regardless of the weather (it has been raining here a lot lately too). I have to wonder if such a thing could be pulled off somewhere in the US.

Europe and Cars

I've never been the big car nut that knows all about the mechanical and electrical systems, and I couldn't tell you the year of the car simply by looking at it, but I do enjoy seeing them for both their beauty and engineering. While over here, I have had the chance to see how Europeans view autos and their related activities and since today is the F1 race at Magny Cours (France) I figure its about time to make a post devouted to vehicles.

In general the average European car is much smaller than in the US as you wouldn't think of piling 5 people into a VW Golf back home where here it isn't even given a second thought. Now I know people are going to say that the gas here is more expensive and that's why they are smaller, which it is, but the main reason the cars are so much smaller on the whole is the road size, limit of space in general for a 2 ton behemoth, as well as the excellent public transportation, cars simply aren't needed as often and they have no need for them to be big.

When Jamie and I were in Paris, one of the things they don't mention in many of the travel books is that the Champs-Elysees has many car manufacturer stores that show off their racing machines as well as concept cars (past and present). I don't mean the type of car racing that evolved from the prohibition era, turning suped up stock cars into the beer swilling monotony that has become NASCAR, but racing on roads or tracks that actually challenge the driver, by making them turn left AND right, and engineering skill such as F1 or 24 hour races.

These are from the Renault show room:




And here is Peugot's current and former racing machines:




At Toyota they didn't have any of their racing cars, but did have a full blown concept car studio complete with car sketches in a simulated design studio as well as clay models and full size productions.








This past weekend I had a chance to check out a classic car show near by. It was a bit odd as I'm used to seeing this sort of thing in a parking lot somewhere and not on the grounds of an 1800's estate. Brodsworth Hall hosted the car show in one of its gardens, which luckily for me was part of the English Heritage group (meant I got in free). It was mostly full of MGs, Triumphs, some Aston Martins, a couple of Porsches and the odd Rolls or Bentley. They did have one Mustang from the 70's, but as it had a giant confederate flag in the back window I decided to pass on taking its photo (who said hicks were confined to the US?).






And last but not least, my personal favorite. I always liked the style of cars that took their design from a boating metaphor.



This last image is for Jamie's uncle Chuck who is a big Triumph motorcycle nut. This is one of about 20 vintage motorcycles that were on hand, with the vast majority being Triumphs.

The Longest Day of the Year

Since we spent so much time moaning about the dark winter months, we thought we should give credit where credit's due. Today, on the summer solstice, the sun officially rose at 4:32am and set at 9:40pm.

It was kind of cool to see this on the longest day of the year, a little mystical in a way, right outside our front window. This shot is from right around 10:00pm.



The whole story can't just be told though by sunrise/sunset times as that only says when can you actually see the sun. I think the more impressive times are when you look at dawn and dusk which is the time it actually is light outside. Today, dawn was at 3:38am and dusk was 10:35pm giving you a whopping 18 hour and 57 minute day.

This photo was taken at 11:15pm and as you can see the sun is still not wanting to yield its reign.



You'll have to forgive me for not waking up at 3am to show you that the sun is trying to come back already.

All this daylight does have some disadvantages though. I hate going to bed when it's still daylight out (probably a holdover from when I was a kid fighting to stay up past bedtimes). And it also kind of sucks when you get woken up by the blinding sun and it's only 5:10 in the morning.

Happy Father's Day!

We wish a very happy Father's Day to our Dads!! We thought you might enjoy this wood carving of flowers more than the real thing. We hope you have a great day... Light up the barbeque and enjoy yourselves.

An extra special "Happy Father's Day" to the newest Dad, Dan. We hope you and Gabe have a great day!

Happy 60th DAD!!

It's a month early, I know, but we didn't want you to be the only one left out in the birthday fanfare, especially on your 60th. This is one of the few thatched roof cottages we've seen and has the nicest garden by far so we thought of you. Some of them even have decorative patterns made out of thatch along the ridge line. We hope you're having a good unbirthday and we'll see you on the real one!

biking in York

If you lived and worked in or near York, it's very possible you could do away with your car. There are buses, but the bike system is impressive. There are bike lanes on roadways, bike parking at designated spots throughout the city, and even bike ramps on some stairways. I'd even hazard a guess that York is more bike-friendly than handicap-friendly. York has established bike routes and distributes maps showing bike-only areas, quiet roads, shared roads, etc. In fact, we live probably two blocks from a bike/walk path along the river.


Bike parking at the York train station... well used.


There are plenty of people who seem to use their bike as a commuting vehicle. I've seen all sorts of people riding—young, old, professionals in suits or high heels, families, etc. At rush hour, the cars and bikes back up. I've even seen moms with bike semis—one had a baby seat on the back of her bike for the youngest child and a training bike hooked to the back of hers for the older, another mom had a jerry-rigged wheelbarrow attachment on the front of her bike which carried a kid and dog.


The beginning of rush hour.


With all of that being said, I haven't used my bike as much as I thought I would and Pat actually never used his. When I'm not working and don't have a time schedule, there's no reason to go faster, so I walk. Walking is more flexible and you don't have to worry about your bike getting nicked (stolen) by gypsies, but that may have just been Christmastime. I thought my bike might come in handy for grocery shopping, but I've ended up walking for most of that too since Pat drives to get the bulk of it including frozen items.

Even though cars are MUCH more respectful of bike riders here and give you plenty of room when they can (instead of veering into you), the roads are narrow so it does take some courage for me to get out there. I've really only ridden on the road with cars for short distances and have used the river path to get into the city or to visit the suburbs. It gets rural quickly as you ride away from our place and you end up crossing a cow pasture on a paved path.




Cattle grid on the bike path to keep those cows from escaping. Glad I have shocks for that ride :)


While we were in Paris, we saw a much different kind of bike system. From what we could figure out (knowing we can't read French), it looks like you paid for some sort of card and swiped it at different stations throughout the city to borrow a city-owned bike. These bikes are made for outdoor living with big plastic shields covering all of the potentially rusty bits.

I assume you could ride as much as you want and then lock the bike up at a different station somewhere else. Most impressively, we noticed that the system is being USED. It's really pretty interesting and nice to see that people are getting creative about other forms of transportation. There's nothing healthier and less polluting than pedaling.

The UK maybe takes that a little too far with the "Third York World Naked Bike Ride" deemed "...a colorful protest against car culture and a joint celebration of the bicycle and the human body." I thought this had to be a joke. Who would ride a bike naked? For 5 feet? Try 5 miles. Judging by the pictures on their website, there are some. Unfortunately, I'll miss the spectacle, but if we're lucky Pat might wander down and take some photos to report on it. For those concerned about modesty, you have to be at least 18 to ride. If you're curious, check out the website. Think we could organize something like that in Cincinnati? Ha!

food update

Now that we're getting ready to wrap up our UK adventure, it's time for a little food update.


What we like:

• The ale, ciders, and shandies. Shandies are half beer and half lemonade or soda. They're really quite good (I even like them) and are refreshing when it's warmer out.


• English tea. I don't know what it's really called, but there seems to be only one flavor. Herbal teas and crazy flavors are rare. Just about EVERYWHERE serves it, including pubs. You usually get a cute little teapot, cup and saucer, sugar cubes, and milk. Most English like milk in their tea (it is good). Not really a huge tea drinker in the US, I have grown to like it and after a day out in crisp, damp English weather, it's welcome.

• Sticky Toffee Pudding, no question.

• Spotted Dick. Yep, that's right Spotted Dick. When my Aunt Pat and Uncle Chuck were here, it was on the menu in a pub and curiosity got the better of us. Perhaps involves a banana? Nope. Turns out, it's a yellow cake with currants (look like raisins to me and must be the "spots") smothered in a thick... yellowish... cream sauce. Good stuff once you get past the name. Considering this desert has been around for over 200 years that doesn't seem to be a problem for most people.

• Buying fresh bread from the bakery across the Green. They're humorous extra-tall loaves that tend to flop over the top of the toaster, but they make a filling sandwich. This photo was taken while toasting. If you want the whole thing toasted, you have to do it twice and flip.


• Cumberland Sausage. A big hit with Pat and Uncle Chuck, this one's native to the Lake District. The English love a good sausage so there's plenty more to pick from. Of course, none of them are spicy like Italian sausage and there's no turkey sausage so we've been more limited on our recipes.


• Fish & Chips. These can be purchased at your local "chippy" and are usually takeaway. The right ones can be really tasty—certainly not good for you, but good. Oh, and it's best to split one order of chips, there's always a mountain. Pat prefers curry sauce on the chips. Mushy peas are also a popular side dish. Personally, I think they look like baby food or stomach contents.

• Indian food. A first for me, Stephanie and Greg were able to help suggest what to order. It's pretty darn good and probably deserves some more exploration when we get home. We've also done some experimentation with some tasty curry sauces from the grocery. Curry's the national food over here.

• Smaller portions. Both in the grocery store and at restaurants, food isn't presented in the mounds that it is in the states. Smaller servings, smaller packages. I guess it makes sense for the smaller refrigerators, smaller storage, and people walking to and from the groceries. If you had a big family, this would be really annoying.


What we've learned:

• Romaine lettuce masquerades as "cos" in this country. It's still not available in all the grocery stores, but is easier to find when you know what you're looking for. It's also an item that is superior in the US—it can tend to be a little squishy here, not quite as crisp as in the US.

• Almost all eggs here are free range. They have tan shells, most have lighter color yolks, and they routinely come with feathers stuck to the shell. It reminds me of That 70s Show when prissy Jackie won't touch an egg because it came out of a chicken's butt. Well, some downy white feathers and some specks of what I hope is dirt are a big reminder of that. In the grocery, they're stocked on non-refrigerated shelves which is a little creepy–you're still suppose to put them in the refrigerator at home. Sorry Dad—we haven't seen a double yoke.


• Cheddar cheese is usually not yellow for reasons we don't understand. It looks like mozzarella, but tastes like cheddar. I'm almost afraid to ask why—are Americans just too hooked on the yellow food dye? We've also learned that when you order it for sandwiches, it's usually not sliced, but shredded on top which is messier.

• Bacon is more like country ham than what we would consider bacon. It's leaner, thicker, and not crispy. You just have to mentally reconfigure your expectations.

• Pudding can be used as a general term for any old desert here whether or not it includes anything of pudding-like substance. Watch out for Black Pudding though—that's not a chocolate dessert or sweet, but is a combination of pig's blood, milk, oatmeal, barley, suet, breadcrumbs, pepper, and mint. It usually comes with breakfast.

Pat and Uncle Chuck like it ok. Yorkshire Pudding is also not a desert, but a small, pastry-like bread bowl usually served with meat that I guess you could pour gravy into. Confusing, huh?

• At Christmastime in London, I found an advertisement for "tasty seasonal treats" including "...a truly traditional three-bird meal—a pigeon inside a duck inside a chicken, with game chips, bread sauce and onion gravy." If that doesn't float your boat, you also had the option of "...two pheasants inside a chicken, inside a goose." With all of the birds we've seen running wild in the countryside, I guess it's not surprising they're packing them together like Matryoshka (nesting) dolls.


What we won't miss:

• The beef and salmon. It's really hard to find good stuff.

• Super-salty snacks.

• Prawn-flavored everything.

• The lack of variety. Arugula doesn't seem to exist. Neither does Pillsbury or anything resembling a ready-made, put in the oven food (outside of frozen dinners of course). All of this has limited what we can cook. There is one box of one flavor of brownie mix at our local Tescos and maybe one flavor of cake mix.

• Being disappointed with restaurants on a regular basis.