We then had a walk into Retford and were surprised at what a very pleasant town it is. We met a woman in Cannon Square who was looking at the information board on the cannon that had been captured from the Russians following the Crimean War in the late 19th century. She was a local woman and said that although she’d regularly directed people to the square and had lived in Retford all her life, she’d never known what the cannon was about and hadn’t read the board! How amazing! It reminds me of the book ‘The Art of Travel’ which discusses how we can live in a town, village, county, country, etc, but never actually ‘look’ at where we are. British people have tended, in the past couple of decades at least, to take holidays abroad in places such as Spain or France but often haven’t really travelled around their own country.
I certainly am feeling more and more how little I know about England despite spending the largest part of my almost 50 years living here! I know I’m very lucky to have this opportunity.
St Swithin's Church in Retford
A very well kept town, with hanging baskets and flowers in abundance
We also found the bus station and a bus going to North Leverton, Barry persuaded me to take the trip while we were here. It's quite surreal travelling on a bus, car or train now after becoming accustomed to a speed of two to four miles an hour, and it felt as though the bus driver was going at 100 miles an hour - very scary!!
We’re not sure what the history of my extended family is, but hope to gain more insight when we visit Catherine, Dave and Rosalyn’s daughter. We found only one grave, that of Hilda Major, my grandma’s sister’s daughter who died when she was 14 years old in 1924.
North Leverton Church
Hilda Major 1910 to 1924 RIP
It's a bit of a mystery as to why Hilda Major is buried next to apparant strangers, and her mum and dad have a surname of Freeman. We didn't discover their graves
Returning to Retford on the bus
A nice pair ...
Clayworth - looked like a cool place but nowhere to moor to find out!
The only moorings were private and permanent unfortunately
The Chesterfield canal, a typical scene
Wow! Fantastic photo!