Saturday 19 May 2012

A Good Day, continued

Strangely enough, I have mentioned Fountains Abbey only three times on my blog so far (this is the fourth time); once in the post preceding this one, once in a post about the book "The Lady's Maid", and in this post.

My first visit to Fountains Abbey was, I believe, in 2004 (my mother-in-law moved from South Yorkshire to Ripon in 2003), and I have gone back almost every year since. It is a place that I love, with its combination of wide open spaces, carefully landscaped (and yet quite natural looking) parkland, impressive ruins and (mostly) away from the noise of traffic and the hustle and bustle of city life. No matter the weather or season, it is always worth visiting, and one can spend anything from a few hours to a full day there without getting bored.
Clicking on this link will take you to my photobucket album; from there, simply click "next" and you'll see the pictures I took at Fountains Abbey and Studley Royal in August 2010.

My sister and I walked down the main road (I don't think there are any other roads there, actually) of Studley Roger, and arrived at the gates to enter the vast area that comprises Studley Royal and Fountains Abbey.

It is a long, straight stretch of road, leading past large old trees, some of which we were sure pull out their roots at night and wander around the park, making sure everything is as it should be, and the deer are not eating the bark off the young saplings planted to replace their dead comrades.

Looking back towards where we came from, in the distance, right on the axis of this road, you can just about make out Ripon Cathedral.

The first building you pass when coming to Fountains Abbey this way is this one, the Chorister's House. It is nowhere near as old as it looks (built in 1873), but it is very picturesque, isn't it? As a private residence (a holiday home that sleeps up to 10 people, according to the Fountains Abbey website), it is not open to the public, and I took this picture from quite far away, not wanting to intrude on their privacy.

Next is St. Mary's, a church built in 1870 to commemorate the Marchioness of Ripon's brother who had been murdered in Greece (I remember this information from a leaflet we were given in the church, but I just looked it up again on the website to make sure I am getting dates and names right).
I took this picture specifically with my blog and its readers in mind!


We walked on towards Fountains Abbey; up until here, by the way, you do not pay any admission fee - so, less well-off families can well afford taking their children to those beautiful grounds and do not necessarily need to hang out at shopping malls and bus stops.

Stone walls have almost the same tugging appeal to me as doors and doorways, and I loved the play of light and shadow on this one.


During all the visits to Fountains Abbey, I had never been inside Fountains Hall - probably because I thought it would cost extra admission, which it doesn't. So, this time, my sister and I ventured inside - we had the place all to ourselves.
This mansion would certainly deserve its own blog post! Please read up on its interesting and changeful history on the official website.

A few shots from the inside (part of it - obviously not shown here - can be rented as a holiday home; wouldn't it be great to be staying there for a few days?):

And then finally, Fountains Abbey itself! 
But I'm afraid this post has, again, turned out longer than I expected, and therefore, I'll take you on our walk further on tomorrow.

15 comments:

  1. Lovely photos of English countryside. I know we visited Fountains Abbey back in the 1970s but I have no memories of the Hall.

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    1. It probably wasn't accessible back then; it was still privately owned by the Vyner family and only came into the possession of the National Trust in 1983.

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  2. Beautiful photos on your walk but you know I am waiting for Fountains Abbey! :-)

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    1. It has not really changed since I took those pictures in August 2010, just follow the link to my photobucket album :-)
      But there will be some new pictures tomorrow morning.

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  3. Fountains Abbey is one of my very favourite places, though I haven't been back for a long time. I remember seeing the Hall, but it wasn't open to the public then, so it's great to have these glimpses of the interior. I look forward to the rest of your day. :-)

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    1. I am glad we decided to take a closer look at the Hall this time - after having walked past it many times before.

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  4. such a beautiful setting! thanks for sharing!

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    1. You are welcome, Aguilar Elliot! Thank you for popping in and leaving a comment.

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  5. Every now and again one comes across a sentence or phrase which really takes ones fancy. Today, for me, it's "large old trees, some of which we were sure pull out their roots at night and wander around the park, making sure everything is as it should be". Just loved that. In fact there were two in one post because I also agree with the sentiment that "Stone walls have almost the same tugging appeal to me as doors and doorways". Tugging appeal. I must remember that one.

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    1. The wandering trees were my sister's suggestion, but once she said it, I had a closer look at some of them and had to agree.
      As for the tugging appeal; well, I think you know what it feels like, that sharp little tug that is somewhere between pain and pleasure and can befall you when looking at something or hearing a certain tune or smelling a certain scent.

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    2. I understood exactly what you meant, Meike. It was just such a succinct and meaningful way of putting it.

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  6. It always amazing me when I see such warmth and coziness in such grand buildings.
    I think that wood paneling is a big factor in that!
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    julie

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    1. Yes, Julie, the panelling certainly plays a role, as does the rug and the lighting. And that is with the place not inhabited anymore; it must have felt even more homely when it still was, indeed, a family home.

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  7. Ahhh Only catching up with your posts from Yorkshire now!
    I love Yorkshire - and used to go down there every couple of years or so! Enjoying seeing it through European eyes too.

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    1. I try to be there once a year, and Ripon now truly feels like home away from home for me.

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