I am not even sure where to begin with filling out this photo blog. Some of the content is already on my woolgathering blog and I'm not altogether sure that I shouldn't just add it to there and be done with it. But my rambles are so random that lopping in the odd travel piece with my photography is probably jarring. Or maybe not this day and age. I am just too varied a person to stick to one thing all the time. My fingers are in so many pies, getting all sticky with knowledge and adventure. I quite enjoy it!
This trip to Leeds was in one of those private Day Tours affairs, through British Tours who I really do reccommend. Wonderful really - but this was in February of 2013 and it was the *last* time we didn't drive ourselves around in Britain. We've been four times after this trip and there is no other way to do it. Too much to see around every single corner. And to tell the truth of it, I don't need a guide. :) My husband just called me an encyclopedia the other day. "Did someone say Britain?" he jested with me. I can't help that I read so much. I think I favor learning over every other endeavor in life, it is what I am really good at. Not just facts, either, but a deep understanding. I am always and forever asking why. My skepticism is healthy.
But back to Leeds - which I'm sure you can tell is a beautiful place but it didn't strike me as particularly dramatic. It's been in continued residence and so has been remodeled and the interior is all Victorian and boring. (Sorry!) I much prefer the older bits, the more medieval parts and the original gatehouse that's heading to ruins spurs my imagination more than this picturesque site.
There is a great medieval courtyard inside, it's just a small solar, a private bit that's been built around over the intervening centuries. I could not get to it though and didn't fancy a photo through a window. The interiors are all dressed up like a museum and while I understand why places do that, it always seems so sterile and ineffectual for me. It never helps along my imagination with how things were. Everything seems so drab, like paper so old and dry it would crack if you laid a finger on it. I suppose it's because the medieval castle where Edward the Longshanks used to happily hang his hat is just entirely gone and this Castle we see here was built in 1823. So it's really just a fancy home.
I guess I just don't like new things very much :) But it is undeniably a beautiful place with lovely gardens and grounds.