Wednesday, 13 August 2025

Ripon 2025 - Day 12 and The Voyage Home

Our last day in Ripon was here. Saturday (9 August) was sunny again, and still windy as it had been all week.

After breakfast, we walked to the Leper Chapel once more, knowing this time we would find it open. You've seen pictures of it both inside and out several times on my blog, and nothing has changed really, but I still took another one, just as a cloud was blown away from the sun and the inside was filled with sunlight.

Almshouses in the foreground with the Leper Chapel in the background.

We then bought a few more things for our Mum's birthday (which was yesterday, 12 August) and went back to the cottage, where my sister made us lunch using up what we still had in the fridge. It was a very nice meal, starting with soup (bought ready-made) and then a plate with watercress salad, an omelette with zucchini/courgette in it, coleslaw, goats cheese and toasted olive bread. 

After a rest, we went to say good-bye to Mary. Of course you never know what happens to any of us even just the next day, but when someone is 91, "see you next year" carries more of a realistic possibility that there won't be a next year for this person. We hugged, and when the wind slammed her gate shut and I walked back towards the house with her to open it for her (the gate is rather heavy-going), she said "one more" and we hugged again - I found this rather touching and felt a bit tearful.

It would have been nice to sit on our bench in front of the cottage with our mugs of coffee and a flapjack each, but it was too windy to enjoy sitting out, so we sat inside. 

And soon, it was time to leave for our date with our former landlady at the Claro Lounge, a relatively new restaurant in Ripon. The building used to be a NatWest bank and is very spacious inside, nicely decorated. Service is friendly, and our food and drinks were good. Of course most of all we enjoyed seeing our friend once more.

My room, as it was before packing and stripping the bed

On Sunday (10 August), my sister-in-law picked us up at around 8:15. Our train in Harrogate was at 9:15, but we always plan generously - you just never know, and we ended up not having a very long wait at the station after all, what with tractors in front of us on the road between Ripon and Harrogate.

It was a pleasant train ride directly to London King's Cross through summerly countryside.

Arriving there with a 7 minute delay meant we had just under an hour to make the short walk to St. Pancras and then start the process of border controls (first the UK one and then the French one), luggage checks and waiting for boarding the Eurostar.

We reached Paris Gare du Nord mid-afternoon and had almost 1 1/2 hours before our TGV from Gare de l'Est to Stuttgart was due. Another uneventful train ride followed; even the re-introduced border control upon entering Germany was quick and smooth: Two very young, very fit looking chaps from German Border Police rushed through our train on long legs, not wanting to see anyone's ID or checking any bags. I wonder how effectively this really stops unwanted people from entering the country, but my boss says it's all about making them feel the risk of being discovered has increased and they rather not risk it. Still, I believe that someone with enough criminal energy will always find a way to avoid being found out.

In Stuttgart, we caught the next possible train to Ludwigsburg. We said good-bye at the station, and I was home at almost precisely 10:00 pm. Phew!

From 14C in Harrogate that morning to 34C in Paris that afternoon to still around 20C in Ludwigsburg at night, we covered three countries and as many climate zones within 13 hours (not 14, since we "jumped" one hour the moment we arrived in France).

My posts will now revert back to the usual weekly reports, plus I have a few book reviews waiting to be written.

My downstairs neighbour always takes care of my plants and mail when I'm away for more than a few days... This time, she managed to let my hydrangea die :-(

12 comments:

  1. I don’t think I’ve ever visited the Leper Chapel. I’ll put it on my list for next time I’m in Ripon.

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    1. Make sure you get there before 4:00 pm, Anonymous, or it will be locked.

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  2. It looks like you had a lovely time away- (further south here we've had lovely weather the entire time, save for one day of a few showers) :D
    I admit reading about your journey sound exhausting! How lovely though for you to catch up with family and friends and visit such nice places.
    I hope your Mum had a lovely birthday and it is a shame about the plant, it doesn't look completely dead though, maybe some water and fresh air will revive it?! :D

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    1. If your one day of a few showers was Monday, the 4th of August, it could have been the remnants of that storm we had.
      The journey up was more exhausting because we didn't know how/when/if we were going to get on from London. But we made it safely there and back!
      Our Mum had a lovely birthday, thank you :-)
      I am going to cut the hydrangea back; it's now been well watered since my return and may have a chance at a revival.

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  3. Yes if it was my hydrangea I'd cut back the flowers and water but not keep soggy, just moist, for a while. Nothing to lose!

    Ceci

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    1. I will cut it back, Ceci, and have been keeping it moist since my return. As you say, nothing to lose!

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  4. What a long day of travel but it sounds like it went smoothly. It always feels good to get back home. You certainly had a wonderful trip, Meike!

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    1. All went well, Ellen; the way up was much more exhausting because we didn't know what was going to happen from London onwards, and that journey was about two hours longer, too.
      All things considered, as every year, we've had a wonderful holiday!

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  5. I agree with the comment above, just cut the plant back and water it. If the roots are alive, it should come back. I know the tearful good byes when leaving England! One time, we said good bye to Richard's Aunt Marjorie, we were already pulling away in the car but when I looked back, Marjorie looked so sad. I said to Peter, "Could you please just turn back for a minute?". He did so and I ran back to her for one final hug! It was the last time I ever saw her and I can still feel that warm embrace! I'm glad I did that! Now, I truly enjoyed YOUR trip to Yorkshire, I have never, ever been there but I appreciated "seeing" it through your posts.

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    1. I am glad you turned and gave Aunt Marjorie that last hug!
      You and Richard are certainly going to England again at some stage, won't you? And the area where you usually are - I have never been there, either, but enjoy your photos and what you tell us about it on your blog, too.

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  6. I forgot to say- Happy August birthday to your Mum! I'm sure you will celebrate with her after you get back.

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    1. Thank you, we did! (We came back on Sunday, see the dates in this post.)
      Her birthday was on Tuesday, but she was out with her former colleagues that evening; she invited us and four friends for a meal out on Wednesday instead, which was something to look forward to after work.

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