Epilogue: Kirkstone and Windermere

Until I was around 18 and leaving home for Uni, I had never really slept for any length of time in an urban or semi urban environment. The orange glow of a sodium street light and ambient light pollution, wasn’t something I’d had to endure too often. But for the past 20 years or so, […]

Gordale Scar to Grasmere

As a parent, and a weekday City drone, the chance to go turn in early and sleep in hotel-grade comfort as long as you want is a dream, so lusted after as to almost usurp the traditional bedtime longings. And yet, given the opportunity, I often find myself awake early, annoyingly refreshed. So it was […]

Sequel: Whitewell and Malhamdale

As a sequel (or a second series) goes, I’m not sure many studios would have given this one a green light. A long time overdue and much anticipated, if only in my mind, I have finally returned to the North; but it’s a more understated derivative effort this time around. In the intervening three years […]

Lines on an Autumnal Evening

“Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve! Tearful and saddening with the sadden’d blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze” (Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1793) This time last year (pretty much), as I write this, we were just pulling in to the […]

The Trip 2017: where next?

As the dust settles and the bright autumnal days descend into a more wintry gloaming, the only remedy is to start planning the sequel. It won’t be Italy, or Spain. As discussed in my earlier post, Italy is a less achievable facsimile. And Spain, the destination of the completed but un-aired third series, is entirely […]

Hipping Hall and The Angel at Hetton

It has been a feature of the hotels and accommodation up here that the central heating is cranked up to a level that would be banned as torture under the Geneva Convention. Still ravaged by sickness this morning I felt as discombobulated as Rob does at the start of episode 4, ‘Hipping Hall’, which is […]

Holbeck Ghyll

One of the if not glaring omissions of The Trip is that, with the exception of episode 6, The Angel at Hetton, they don’t do breakfast. Or that if they do it isn’t seen or mentioned. Not so on our version. The delicious breakfast at Greta Hall kept coming. Pancakes, kippers, eggs, salmon, fruit salad […]

Cartmel and Greta Hall

From now on The Trip gets a little truncated. I have never been good at maths but I know that six into four won’t go. Some divergence from canon is necessary. So today began at Bashall Eaves in earshot of Whitewell. Over a full Irish breakfast (white pudding apparently) we learned that our journey was […]

The Inn at Whitewell

With the best intentions of leaving at 40 minutes earlier, it will come of no surprise to any who know us well that we pulled away at 9.10am. Slipping with remarkable ease through the Surrey rush hour, it’s fair to say that scenes of us fiddling with USB cables at traffic lights and trying to […]

The Trip: setting off

I suppose the idea began the first time I saw The Trip, inasmuch as it started from an idle thought  along the lines of “I’d like to do that one day”. The first time I saw it was on its first airing in the UK, on BBC2, back in the autumn of 2010. Life was different […]