Cumbria by (Hired) Motorhome

Carlisle Castle Fort

After defeat at the battle of Langside, Mary Queen of Scots and her attendants fled to the Solway Firth intending to sail to safety in England. The Queen most likely spent her last night in Scotland at Abbots Tower in New Abbey. She sailed from there with the morning tide on a fishing boat to Workington where they were met by the governor of Carlisle.

Elizabeth, on hearing that Mary was in Carlisle, sent a message requiring him to treat her with all honour and favour and commanded Lord Scrope to attend her. He was ordered to watch the movements of Mary and report her conduct.

After nearly two months in Carlisle Castle, Mary was moved to Bolton Castle the seat of lord Scrope. Mary was taken from Bolton in 1569 to Tutbury Castle. In the following year she was transferred to Sheffield Castle and on to Sheffield Manor. In 1584 she was taken to Winfield and then back again to Tutbury Castle and on to Chartley. Finally, Mary Queen of Scots was taken to Fotheringay castle where she was cruelly beheaded.

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Mosedale, Cumbria

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Munster Castle, Cumbria

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Hadrians Wall

The building of the Emperor Hadrian’s Wall began in AD 122. It was 75 miles in length and up to 15 feet high.

The Motorhomers had ventured south in an attempt to further their vast knowledge of the Roman Empire;

‘They a’ talk funny doon here, Josie, dae ye no’ think, Josie?’

‘Aye, Francie, aye, Francie, that’s because their forefaithers were a’ Roman Soadjers,’ said Josie.

‘Aw, Josie, ye’ve put me in the mood for a cup o’ tea an’ a couple o’ Jammy Doadjers, let’s join the wimmin in the tea shoap,’ said Francie.

The two lads’ women were in ‘Ye Olde Tea Shoppe’ enjoying a jug of Oxo and a sausage roll. Jessie was telling Phemie of an encounter she’d had with a woman at a bus stop in Glasgow;

‘Well, Phemie, she says tae me, could ye go a pie? Aye, says I, never thinking, no’ that I wis carin’. But it wis the dirty way she said it. So I hitched up my skirt put my fit oan the bus and walked hame, dae ye know what I mean, Phemie?’

‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie,’ said Phemie.

‘Aw, here come yon two eejits noo, Phemie, we’ll let them fill their guts an’ then we’ll head back tae the van, Phemie.’

‘Hullaw there! Are ye two wimmin looking for a lumber?’ Josie called.

The waitress appeared just then;

‘Two mugs o’ Bovril and a couple o’ pies, if ye would pardon my expressions, hen. Is that OK wi’ you, Francie?’ asked Josie.

‘Sure, Josie, sure, Josie,’ said Francie.

Joe Sharp

 

 

 

 

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