A BEARS HOLIDAY IN
PEEBLES, SCOTLAND & NORTHUMBERLAND
7 14 JUNE 2009
Sunday
"Hi, we are
Alasdair and Rory and as we
come from Scotland, we are starting this story. We, with Fred and
Gladly of course, and some of our friends were all very excited
to be going again to stay at the Peebles Hotel Hydro."
We set off early on Sunday in
cloudy weather with heavy showers as we travelled north on the M6
motorway.
We heard Gladly comment to Fred,
"at least the rain is not as bad as when we came home from
Kent"
"Thats right"
replied Fred, "and we can still see the Howgill Fells and
Lakeland Fells. To think STAG have climbed many of them
what an intrepid bunch."
Soon we crossed into Scotland.
"Did you remember to pack your bagpipes", said Rory.
"Aye", replied Alasdair.
It has become a tradition to stop
at the very pretty town of Moffat, where Dad and Uncle Brian go
to The Rumblin Tum café for their lunch.
Meanwhile, after we had had our
sandwiches, we went for a walk round the town. We related the
story of the Moffat Ram last time, and it is seen here with the
Moffat House Hotel behind.
Nearby is the Town Hall (guess
whos car is in front).
As we walked further along,
suddenly Hamish called out, "just look there."
"Well", said Ally, "we
didn't know STAG had a hotel here."
Spotting Dad coming out of the
café, we rushed to the car, to be ready for the off. Out of
Moffat the road climbs steeply up the side of the valley with
stunning views of the hills.
After passing these and reaching
the summit of the road, there is on the right a low flat area.
Here lie the springs that are the source of the River Tweed. We
did not stop this time for a photo shoot, but further along we
spotted this and we got Dad to go and investigate.
It stands as a memorial to a tragic
event; the inscription reads as follows -
Near the Head of
This Burn
On 1st
February 1831
James McGeorge,
guard
And John Goodfellow,
driver
Of the Dumfries to
Edinburgh Mail
Lost Their Lives in
the Snow
After Carrying the
Bags Thus Far
Erected 1931.
Reflecting on this, we were rather
quiet and solemn for the next few miles.
Because Uncle Brian cannot walk too
far, Dad had asked again for a reserved parking space in front of
the hotel. This time we saw that Dads name was displayed,
so that no one would park there when we went out. We sat
patiently in the car while Dad first unloaded the luggage, then
we made ourselves at home in the room.
Fred and Glad sat on the easy chair.
Monday
After the long journey we just
rested. Dad and Uncle Brian went into Peebles, having lunch at
their favourite café Ramblers. They shopped too; Dad buying some
trousers from Graham McGraths a high quality menswear shop.
But, more importantly he saw a
little bear wearing a blue t-shirt, in the Tourist Office window.
Dad is not supposed to be adding to the Hug, but the bear had
such a cheeky expression that he could not resist having a closer
look. When he discovered the bear was the only one left, Dad knew
he was meant to come home. He has been named Archie and we were
delighted to welcome him to our Hug. Here he is on the right with
Bramble, Ally & Dunstan, on a day out later in the holiday.
Tuesday
Hi, Alasdair and
Rory here again. Today we went
out with our friends Islay and Spikey. The town of Biggar was our
destination. The drive to it was lovely through the wide valleys
surrounded by green hills, that in many respects reminded us of
the Howgill Fells we had passed on Sunday. The town has a long
wide main street, and Uncle Brian sat on a seat for a while with
us, while Dad went exploring. He returned with some information
leaflets. There are a number of museums here; one Gladstone Court
being nearby, reached via a narrow lane.
Appropriately, we thought, named
Brians Yard.
The museum consists of a little
street, where the shops are typical of those that will be
remembered by older people. Although we do not think of Dad as
old, he recalled many of the things we saw. They are all based on
actual shops etc that once existed in Biggar and surrounding
areas. First we saw the Bank.
In the display case was this debit
slip signed by Sir Walter Scott.
Other shops included a joiners,
photographers, grocer, chemist and china shop. We were amazed and
fascinated by this old telephone exchange. It was used in Biggar
being moved here in 1973 when the new automatic exchange was
opened.
Further along was a David Lockhart
Printers. He worked in Biggar in the third quarter of the 19th
century. The press still works and is even now used occasionally.
Dad kindly took our photo to mark
our visit.
Our discoveries were not finished
however, as when we walked down the side of the museum we saw
this old Albion Fire Engine.
Adjacent was this building.
Dad surmised that this was probably
the original home of Albion Motors, the well known maker of
lorries etc.
Now it was time for a snack so we
all went to The Coffee Spot. The food was only average, but what
was interesting about the place was its "cow" theme.
There were all sorts of related items - pictures, soft toys,
pottery and what amused us most the cruet sets.
We had seen lots and lots of
interesting things, and so had much to tell our pals when we got
back to the Hydro.
Just before dinner, Dad decided to
walk round the grounds, and said, "come on Stuart, Hamish and Angus, you can come with me"
We jumped at the chance.
It was lovely walking along under
the trees.
Angus suddenly called out, "Dad
just look at those magnificent rhododendrons, please take a
picture."
There were wild flowers in the
grasses, and Stuart asked, "can you take us sitting there."
"Of course", replied Dad.
Wednesday
"Hi Citroen
here. Today with my pals Dougal
and Snowball, we had our trip out".
Just a few miles south of Peebles,
is the Glentress Forest. This is very popular with cyclists
taking to the many trails in the forest. However this was
definitely not what we and Uncle Brian and Dad were going for.
It is also the home of one of the
Osprey Viewing Centres. In the Lake District by Bassenthwaite
Lake is the single osprey nest, but in Scotland there are a
number, such that eighteen chicks were raised last year. One nest
40ft up on the top of a pine tree has a camera trained on it,
beaming live pictures to the visitor centre. When we arrived we
were able to see the female with her three chicks such
wonderful birds they are. The female has a wingspan of over 5
feet so you can imagine what a magnificent sight they make when
in flight. It was a privilege to see them.
Before leaving Dad this picture of
this Osprey sculpture.
Also of us sitting on the grass
nearby, amongst the buttercups.
Dad now drove back to Peebles, and
they went shopping and also for lunch at their favourite Ramblers
Café. We went and did some exploring on our own walking along by
the River Tweed seen here from the bridge.
This church with its tall tower
dominates the main street, seen here again from the bridge.
It now started to rain, so we
headed back to the shelter of the car and waited for Uncle Brian
and Dad.
Thursday
"Let me take you for a drive
", Dad said to Uncle Brian.
"I am taking Fred, Glad, Hamish, Angus
and Stuart along too", he
added.
"Thanks", replied Fred.
The rest of us cheered too.
It was the last day at Peebles, and
at the beginning of the holiday, Dad had said that he was not
going far on Thursday. We think he had under estimated the route
he had planned as it turned out to be nearly 100 miles.
We could not wait to set off and
rushed out to settle in the back of the car. From the Hydro we
turned left, passing the Glentress Forest where Citroen and pals
had been yesterday. At Innerleithen then taking the road through
the beautiful valley towards the Moorfoot Hills. It rained here
and the hills looked quite foreboding, but as we drove on the
weather cleared up. At a junction we turned right along by the
Heriot Water, to the village of Heriot, and so to the main A7
road. We were only on this for a short time taking another side
road to Gilston. This was Dads intention to drive on minor
roads as much as possible.
Suddenly we spotted an old stone
building with stone roof. It looked interesting, so Gladly called
out, "Dad, lets stop and investigate".
"OK", replied Dad.
This is Soutra Aisle, and as
described on the stone inserted above the window on the front of
the building, marks the site of the once powerful Hospice of
Soutra.
We wondered what this was all about,
but thankfully there was a range of information boards and this
is what we found out.
From the 12th century to
the 17th century on this site, stood the Soutra
medieval hospital, high on the Royal Road (Via Regia) the
main Anglo-Scottish highway.
The Soutra Hospital
Soutra hospital was dedicated as
the House of the Holy Trinity at Soutra. Run by the "Master
and Brethren" of the Augustinian order, charters tell that
it looked after the poor, travellers and pilgrims, the aged and,
of course the sick and infirm. In fact, therefore, a general
hospital. Stressing poor relief. It was all funded from income
from the vast hospital estates, clustered mainly in the Lothians
along the Royal Road towards Edinburgh. In all the estates
extended to around 20 square miles.
As a place, Soutra was not only a
hospital, but has been described as having a villa, abbey,
monastery and guesthouse. It was without a doubt a place of high
status.
The Soutra Library
Such places were centres of
learning, although none of the manuscripts or books has survived
from the Soutra Library. Apparently and regrettably the norm in
Scotland. The researchers however looked to parallels elsewhere
in particular to a catalogue of Llanthony priory in an upland war
zone directly parallel to Soutra. The diverse titles catalogued
cover a huge range with medical and surgical titles
prominent.
Soutras Decline
This followed a major scandal in
the 1460s when a renegade Master, Stephen Fleming, was finally
deposed after many offences had been reported to the Papal
authorities. The Scottish Crown confiscated the hospital estates,
apart from Soutra itself, reassigning them to the new Trinity
College Hospital in Edinburgh (now beneath Waverley railway
station). With the royal signature, Soutra was impoverished, and
a hospital of international status reduced to local significance.
Edinburghs gain laid the foundations for it to become a
medical centre of international renown. As Soutra shrank,
buildings were removed and eventually it reverted to farmland,
leaving only Soutra Aisle.
Aisles were family burial vaults,
built mainly in south-eastern Scotland, after the Scottish Church
banned monuments inside churches in 1590. The lintel is dated
1686 and inscribed to the Pringles, who are commemorated here.
They were a prominent Borders family linked with the Galashiels
area.
Before leaving Dad took our picture
by the Aisle.
Driving on we went along more minor
road passing through some pretty villages and then over the
beautiful Lammermuir Hills. Finally we reached the town of Duns,
where it was time for lunch. They went to a bakery called
Trotters, where there was a small café. They had only ever been
to Duns once before, and that was on a very wet day and they had
felt thoroughly miserable, and vowed never to return. Today it
was dry and bright and they were pleasantly surprised that the
town was in fact quite nice. Here is the market place.
And the Market Cross that was a
symbol of the towns commercial and civil standing. The
original cross was pulled down in 1816. It was reconstructed in a
local Park in 1897 to commemorate the Golden Jubilee of Queen
Victoria. When the Town Square was refurbished in 1994 it was
returned to its rightful place.
We settled in the car again and
enjoyed the rest of the tour, passing by the impressive
Thirlstane Castle and through the town of Lauder, and then
eventually to the Hydro.
What a wonderful day out we had had.
We called out, "thanks Dad", as we went to tell our
pals all about it.
Later Dad went for a walk on his
own and came across a rather odd assortment of wooden houses.
Whether they are permanently occupied or used as holiday homes he
does not know. One took his fancy in particular, being seemingly
a converted railway carriage.
This was our last day here so in
line with tradition we all went down into the grounds for our end
of stay picture.
back row
Dougal, Tennyson (Citroen), Fred, Archie, Gladly, Ally with
Stuart in front, Bramble front row
Snowball, Alasdair, Rory, Dunstan, Angus & Hamish, with Islay
& Spikey in front of Rory
Friday
Today was "transfer" day
travelling from Peebles to Wooler in Northumberland. We had all
had a wonderful time again at the Hydro, and were pleased to hear
Uncle Brian say that they would be coming back again
cant wait we thought. At Coldstream, our new Hug pal Archie
left his home country for the first time as we crossed into
England. Our destination was the Tankerville Arms in Wooler. Dad
and Uncle Brian have been to Northumberland countless times. The
first time they ever came was to stay at this hotel, and later
when Dad was writing his diary he discovered that it was in fact
25 years to the day since they had stayed here. What a
coincidence we thought. We were tired after the journey, so were
quite happy just to rest in the room for the remainder of the day.
Saturday
"Hi, Dunstan here". "I and my pal Bramble are from
Northumberland, so we were pleased when Dad said it was our turn
to go out, and we took Brambles best friend Ally, and
Archie along too."
"Where are we going", I
asked.
"To Bamburgh, to walk along
the beach", Dad replied.
"Great", we all cried, as
it was one of our favourite places.
It is a very popular place
especially at weekends, but fortunately Dad was able to park, and
we set off along the beach walking north for a change. It is
particularly good as it affords a wonderful view of the mighty
castle literally just above the beach.
By some rocky areas we sat to have
our picture taken.
"Whats that ahead",
asked Ally.
"A lighthouse", replied
Dad.
We climbed up beside this and
walked on just beyond, then sat again to have our picture taken.
Now we did not want to leave Uncle
Brian sitting in the car too long, and also Dad noticed that some
very dark clouds were approaching and he was sure that it was
going to rain. So we retraced our route to the car. Dad drove the
short way to the centre of the village, again finding a place to
park. We had brought a picnic and sat in the car while they went
to the Copper Kettle Tearooms for lunch. Dad was so right about
the rain as just minutes after it poured down. We could imagine
the people sitting on the beach running for cover. By the time
they came out however, the rain had passed over and before
leaving Dad took another picture of the castle.
For years, Dad and Uncle Brian have
stayed with Aunt Pam & Uncle Kenny, but they have now retired
and moved to a cottage in Lucker, part of a larger house where
Aunt Clare (their daughter) and Uncle Steve live. We had not been
before so went to visit them. We all went in too. Aunt Pam gave
Dad and Uncle Brian a full tour, and he took me, Dunstan, along
too. What a lovely house it is and all around are fields, so the
location is wonderful. We are all so pleased for them as they
deserve a long and happy retirement after all the years of hard
work.
Now we were going home tomorrow, so
later at the hotel Dad took the end of holiday picture.
Now the sharp eyed among you might
notice another new pal, Cheviot, wearing a red jumper, sitting on
the front row to the left of Gladly. His joining the Hug is a
tale of subterfuge on Dads part, worthy we think of any spy.
On arrival yesterday Dad got the
room key, and attached was this teddy bear, with "Tankerville
Teddy" on the jumper. In fact all the keys have a bear
attached. Dad immediately bonded with him and unclipped him from
the key so that he could sit with us.
"That is only temporary",
said Uncle Brian. "He will have to go back on Sunday".
Not if Dad has anything to do with
it we thought. On returning today, on the pretence of having left
something in the car, Dad sought out the barman and asked if
there were any bears for sale.
"Sure", he said
"Great", replied Dad.
"Can I buy one now".
"Do you want the cost putting
on the bill"
"No", said Dad. "I'll
pay cash now"
This was because he did not want to
arouse any suspicion from Uncle Brian. He sneaked the new bear
into the room. Now Dad was intent on taking home the bear
originally attached to the key, so when Uncle Brian went to
freshen up in the bathroom, he transferred the scarf to the new
bear, and then secreted him in a drawer.
Sunday morning dawned and as Uncle
Brian went into the bathroom he said, "you are going have to
put the bear onto the key again"
"Yes" replied Dad.
He was in fact in the process of
packing us into bags to take down to the car, so Cheviot dived
into the bag, and the new bear was attached to the key. Uncle
Brian saw him when he came out, but suspected nothing.
Cheviot now takes up the story
"I sat quietly in the car on
the way home and then went with my pal Archie and sat on the back
of the settee. About two days later Uncle Brian suddenly enquired
where Archie was, and Dad pointed him out. It was then he noticed
me. He was not cross but remarked to Dad how devious he had been
and recalled Dad saying he had left something in the car. I am
very glad to live here in Morecambe with all my new found friends,
and indeed Dad took me and Archie on a day out to the Lake
District, but thats another story "