departing York for Nottingham
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Tuesday morning, I gave the girls each a hug goodbye as they left to catch an early bus and I was off to catch a train to my next destination. At the info office in the station, a worker told me of the supposed “oldest pub in the world” called Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem in Nottingham. Intrigued to find the bar as well as to visit the town made famous by the legend of Robin Hood, I began the convoluted trip via Doncaster and Sheffield.
On the single-car locomotive to Sheffield, a businesswoman from York gave me tips on visiting Paris, should time allow. She also shared some trivia regarding the places we passed.
Nottingham Castle, I found, is simply a park with a small pile of stone ruins all that remain of the 12th century fortress. Although the castle is rubble, the Middle Bailey Bridge and Gatehouse are still in good condition. Families picnicked on the green lawns surrounded by flowerbeds throughout the park and the top of the hill, by the castle museum entrance, provided a hazy overlook of the city below. Outside the castle walls, a statue of Robin Hood points an arrow toward the entrance in eternal defiance of the Sheriff of Nottingham.
In Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem pub (established, 1183), I skulled (the Kiwi term for “chugged”) a Hardy’s and Hanson’s Ye Olde Trip Ale, brewed specifically for the bar and then ran down to catch the 2:44 to Birmingham, New Street. Fortunately for me, the train was a bit behind schedule.
As in Doncaster, passing through Trent, a set of eight steam towers rise above the trees from what looks to be a nuclear power plant. Wedged together in the towns between cattle and rustic farmhouses were clusters of duplex homes crowned with antennae and chimneys, plumbed with external sewage pipes, and buffered with modest walled- or fenced-in yards.