A Tale of Three Households, Part 1: Ripley Castle

There’s a good chance your living room features a ’70s era portrait of your dad sporting stalker glasses and a moustache. That’s, like, sooo vintage, man!
Ripley Castle in England

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Ripley Castle in North Yorkshire, England, where the ancestral paintings span 700 years. The breathtaking property - now open as a museum, has been continuously inhabited by the Ingilby family since 1309. The current Ingilby is Sir Thomas (see portrait, below), who still lives in an apartment within the home.
Sir Thomas Ingilby of Ripley Castle

The rest - including 2,000 acres of land - is open to the public. So much for the days of hunting, fishing and sneering away the afternoon.
“The aristocracy has changed so much in the last 60-70 years,” guide Eric Campbell tells me. “He’s inheriting a business, really.”
On the upside, everyday paupers like yours truly now get to drink in all the splendour. Ripley Castle is loaded with neat features such as the library,
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which includes a 1559 medical handbook called....do you have a few minutes?.... The Secrets of the Revered Master Alexis of Piedmont Containing Many Excellent Remedies.

Bald? It prescribes “Take three frogs, fry them alive in a pot and apply to your head.” (Thinking I might have to patent this formula, if only so I can brand it FROGAINE).

Another curiosity lies in the lovely wood-panelled Tudor Room: the PRIEST HOLE, a hiding place for those turbulent times when it was illegal to be Catholic in England (Francis Ingilby was a covert priest, you see).
Canadian travel writer Reb Stevenson squeezes into a Priest Hole at Ripley Castle in England.
I climbed in.
I got bored.
But I suppose that’s nothin’ to complain about when you consider Francis’ fate. His Catholicism was eventually exposed...and so were his guts: he was hung, drawn and quartered (it’s 16th century England, what did you expect, 15 hours of community service?!)

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The Man in the Khaki Hat

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Want to hear about a hat trick? Alex Tilley turned a single hat into a travel wear empire that spans 18 countries and 2,600 stores.
In 1980, Ontario-born Tilley was just an amateur sailor with a thorn in his side: his hat kept hitching a ride in the wind.
So, purely as a hobby, he set about designing his own stay-put headwear.
He teamed up with a milliner, a seamstress and a sail maker. The original Tilley Hat was born and before long other sailors wanted one, too.
Tilley also designed a pair of sailing shorts with a reinforced rear, but those were a bit of a flop. But then a man asked him to create a similar pair of pants - not for sailing, but for travel. From that moment, it was anchor’s aweigh for Tilley Endurables.
Now there are six family-owned Tilley-brand stores in Canada (the flagship store is on Don Mills Road) and the hats come in 30 styles, 9 fabrics, 13 sizes and 24 colours.
The Star recently sat down for a chin wag with the man in the khaki hat.
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Ask the Mask

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The “salad” is 90 per cent rubber (formerly known as cucumber). The lasagna is hotter than molten lava. And good luck penetrating that glacial butter with your plastic knife. Even so, you’re secretly looking forward to that tray of airplane cuisine. We all are. That’s why it’s a bummer when sleep threatens to deprive us of the one joy of air travel. Enter the Undercover Traveler by Canadian company My Tagalongs. It’s a blanket. It’s socks. It’s a pillow. It’s an eye mask. But the icing on the cake is the cheeky little bilingual messages that you can attach to the latter. Heavy sleepers should go with “Do Not Disturb.” For the rest of us, there’s “I Wake for Food.”
$30 at www.mytagalongs.com
From my weekly travel gear column in Citizen
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Operation: Unfrump

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By Reb Stevenson
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Fashion: it’s a dirty word amongst “Real” Travellers.
Real Travellers rise above the vanity. Real Travellers pack light. Real Travellers don schlubby khaki shirts as they focus on virtuous things like broadening cultural horizons.
Real Travellers look like crap.
Lest you think I’m judging from the sidelines, let me tell you about the time I alternated between two pairs of pants for six months. 
The low point was Rome. Sleek Italian women graced any old sidewalk with the style prowess of Iman on the catwalk while I clomped around in hiking shoes and droopy cargo pants that - after two months of continuous wear – were starting to serve as a scrapbook of souvenir stains from my trip.
Even the men looked prettier than me. Ouch.
Then again, nobody wants to be that ditzy fashionista who packs a wardrobe-on-wheels for one night of camping.
Practicality counts. Hidden compartments, zip-off sleeves and quick-drying fabrics are beneficial.
But the fundamental problem with purpose-made travel clothing is that it usually makes you look like you’re either on safari or kayaking.
However, there’s good news: nowadays travel togs can be both
flattering and functional. You just need to know where to look and how to pack. Read More...
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Reinventing Yourself Through Travel

Carol Patterson is the author of Reinventure.
By Reb Stevenson
Citizen
You can’t afford the trip.
Giraffes scare the bejeezus out of you.
Adventure travel is for young men with six-pack abs.
Go on…make all the excuses you want. But Carol Patterson won’t buy them.
The Calgary-based author of a new book called
Reinventure: How Travel Adventure Can Change Your Life, Patterson urges you to tackle risks head-on.
Why? Not so you can flaunt a stamp-riddled passport or show off a new Turkish carpet at your next neighbourhood gathering.
For Patterson, the true reward of travel is something intangible: personal growth.
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Jet Pack Mentality

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Alongside passports and clean undies, laptops are fast becoming essential travel gear. Unfortunately, that Bee-Gees era carry on bag is not going to ensure that your precious techno-cargo is stayin’ alive during jostling and manhandling. Lug Travel’s brand new Jet Pack backpack is designed to
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transport a laptop with style and ease. It’s padded, has tons of pockets (including a side water bottle carrier), and comes in eight colours. Backpack look too kiddie for you? The straps fold in so you can wear it as a messenger bag instead.
$79.99 at Capital City Luggage (1337 Wellington Street West in Ottawa) or online at www.lugtravel.com
From my weekly travel gear column in Citizen
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Cadbury Secrets

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By Reb Stevenson
It nests temptingly near cash registers, fits neatly in the palm of your hand, and incubates a satisfying embryo of goo.
The Cadbury Creme Egg: like clockwork, the ubiquitous Easter confection reappears each Spring.
But, despite its dependability, there is still a shroud of mystery surrounding the Creme Egg: just what
is that filling? Why does it vanish after Easter? And is there a chocolate hen involved?
You’ll find the answers at Cadbury World in Bournville, England.
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White Knuckling at Carrick-a-Rede

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Does this picture of Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge get you all jelly-kneed? If you think it’s bad now as it dangles 30m above the sea in Northern Ireland, get a load of this: at one time the bridge only had a guard rope on one side!!! For 350 years, fisherman have used a bridge here to access the best place to catch migrating salmon on Carrick Island, and I suppose they figured “bah, why waste rope?”
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It’s a lovely 1km walk along the blustery coastline to reach the bridge. If you enjoy 10,000 shades of green, dramatic cliffs and noisy gulls, you’ll be in heaven.
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Luckily, with ropes on either side, the fear factor is significantly reduced these days. Mind you, when the wind swoops in and greets the bridge with a mighty blast, it does make you wonder whether YOU’LL be the next thing that’s fished out of the salty depths.


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The Friendly Giant's Causeway

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What a change from last week! I’ve gone from the pillowy-soft hills of Southern England to the jagged rocks of Northern Ireland.
The Giant’s Causeway was crawling with average-sized folk this afternoon. And, I must say, this unique natural phenomenon does have HUGE appeal.
Those bizarre,
hexagonal basalt columns are a result of ancient volcanic eruptions.
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Part of the thrill was accessing the site from a rather dramatic cliff top footpath with no guardrails. Then, once you’re down on the rocks, you can scamper anywhere you like. However, my guide reported that people (of the idiotic variety) do get swept away by rogue waves from time to time. The rule of Tom Thumb: do not venture too close to the water unless you really are a giant. A morbidly obese giant.
(Traveller’s Tip: The site is near the town of Bushmills, which boasts a quirky Inn with nooks and fireplaces and mashed potatoes and all that nice cosy stuff.)

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Escape From L.A.

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By Reb Stevenson

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LOS ANGELES–Los Angeles is like its own surreal theme park.
There's valet parking at the iHop. Surgical procedures are advertised as casually as haircuts. Pedestrian? What's that? Is it a new SUV model? It's amusing, there's no doubt about it. But if you're not the type who shoots Botox for breakfast, all of the above can leave you spinning.
Good news: the escape route to nature is closer than you think. The next time you're in L.A. and gasping for air, leave the smoggy circus behind for the day and start rolling up the coast.
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Ramble on (The South Downs)

Reb Stevenson enjoys a good Sunday ramble across the South Downs near Lewes, England.
A basic walk is elevated to severely romantic proportions when done over the rolling hills of the South Downs in England. In fact, the word “walk” is far too mundane. This kind of outing is a “ramble.” One of the coolest aspects of England is the proliferation of public footpaths across farmers’ fields.
This past Sunday, I had the pleasure of rambling to from Lewes to Glynde (about 1 hour) with my English friends Julian and Andy Thomas. Andy is a presenter on Rocket FM and journalist Julian practically lives on the Downs, rambling for hours almost every day when he’s not sojourning in Hong Kong.
Julian and Andy Thomas ramble the south downs near Lewes, England.
As with any good ramble, we wound up at a pub (The Trevor Arms in this case) for a Sunday roast lunch. A roast lunch is the kind of thing your granny might have made, a plate of meat n’ potatoes that is so rare nowadays that it seems downright exotic to a youngster who takes curry, pad thai and falafel for granted.
The roast lunch offers a choice of turkey, beef or lamb with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding (oooh yeah), carrots, broccoli, cabbage and other assorted veggies on the side. And it’s all smothered in a pool of gravy.
For more on rambling, visit
www.ramblers.org.uk or watch my video from last September.
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