C.S. Lewis Day

Magdalen College

Last Thursday (the 19^th), we spent a day devoted to the C.S. Lewis sites in Oxford.  We first went to Magdalen College where he taught.  We saw the beautiful chapel where a plaque denoting his “chapel seat” was and heard anecdotes from the wonderful tour guide.  We learned Lewis was popular among students for giving them beer during tutorial sessions.  Many students were often nervous about first going to these sessions, but they soon relaxed as Lewis would be smoking and offer them a drink.  He liked to have “Beer and Beowulf” nights with students.  My other favorite anecdote was that another professor was doing animal research, which Lewis strongly disagreed with.  To show his disapproval, he would meow at the other professor whenever he passed him.  In addition, we learned Lewis didn’t always get along with his other colleagues.  He struggled with their disregard for his Christian faith.  Since Oxford never made him a chair, Lewis eventually went to Cambridge’s Magdalen College to become a chair of English.  He said he felt more accepted there as a Christian.  He still kept his house in Oxford though and would come back on the weekends.

Addison's Walk

            After the tour we went on the famous Addison’s Walk where Lewis and Tolkien would have long talks about God.  On one of these walks Lewis’ perspective changed, and he began to believe that there was a God, but he did not become a Christian until much later.

            Later in the afternoon, we went to the Kilns, which is where Lewis lived.  We first explored the back wooded part that surrounded a pond Lewis liked to swim in (Lewis loved to swim, and he was even caught as a student skinny-dipping in University Park.  All the other male students he was with covered themselves, but Lewis covered his face.  Wise move). The woods were beautiful and contained an old brick bench that Lewis and Tolkien used to sit on to talk whenever Tolkien would visit.

The Kilns

            The house itself has been refurbished to look as it did during Lewis’ time.  That is a good thing as Lewis and his brother Warnie who also lived there, were terrible housekeepers.  They both smoke and drank quite a bit, and they were known to grind the ash from their cigarettes into the carpet to “keep the moths away.”  They smoked so much they turned the walls of the house yellow.  

            This is the house where children stayed during the War to be safe from the bombs of London.  They inspired the Pevensie children of the Narnia series. 

            In addition, we got to hear stories about Lewis’ marriage to Joy Davidson.  Lewis married later in life, and he first married Joy only so she wouldn’t be deported back to America.  He wouldn’t even let her live with him (he seemed to be set in his ways) until after she was diagnosed with cancer.  This diagnosis woke Lewis up to the fact that he did love her.  Joy was a very fiery American woman from the Bronx.  My favorite story about her is when their were trespassers on their property she bought a rifle to scare them off.  One day, she and Lewis were out walking and they caught some one trespassing and shooting arrows.  He turned the arrows on them when Lewis asked him to leave.  Lewis gallantly stepped in front of Joy to protect her, and she said, “Dammit Jack! You’re in my line of fire!”  There was a picture in the house of her with this rifle and she looked terrifying.  The tour guide said she was one of the few women who could have stood up to Lewis and kept him in line.  

            After the tour of the Kilns we visited Lewis’ grave and church.  Lewis was known for sneaking into church late and leaving early, as socializing was not his forte.  The church honors him with a plaque on his pew and a Narnia themed stained glass window.

Lewis' grave

The Narnia Window

            All in all, this was one of my favorite trips.  I’ve read Lewis all my life, and I always had a view of him as this paragon of Evangelical Christianity who was almost perfect.  This trip showed me that Lewis was a very human man who was very kind and charitable, but he also loved to drink, smoke, and was kind of crotchety.  It was refreshing to seem him as a fellow human who was saved by grace as we all are, which I realized is what his books are at their core all about.  

The Pilgrimage To Downton Abbey

Highclare Caste, also known as Downton Abbey!

One rainy Friday night in Oxford after a long, hard week of classes, some of us girls were looking for something to do that required little energy.  Ideally, we wanted to watch a BBC miniseries (keep in mind we are all English majors, so yes sometimes we do spend our Friday nights watching British television).  After fruitlessly trying to stream both Netflix and Hulu, which apparently only work in America, Chelsea remembered she had Downton Abbey season two on her computer.  Instantly, a group assembled in Torunns’ room, crowded around the computer screen.  We had both long time viewers and new converts, but we were all soon sucked into the magical world of early 20^th century England. 

If you haven’t watched the show, it is one of the most popular dramas in England and has substantial following in the US via PBS.  It is hard to explain the show (really you should just watch it), but it focuses on an upper-class family and their servants in the era before, during, and after WWI and how class changes are starting to affect them.  Classic elements of storytelling are involved: romance, suspense, thwarted love, misunderstandings, war, etc.  Really the show has something that will appeal to everyone and British accents to boot.  The shining gem of the show is Maggie Smith’s sassy Dowager who steals the show with hilarious one-liners. 

After we marched nightly through the season’s eight episodes, we decided it would be fitting to visit the location of Downton Abbey.  This would be Highclare Castle, which was only a little over an hour away via train.  In a pilgrimage that would make Chaucer proud, (can you tell I am reading The Canterbury Tales right now?)  seven of us went this past Sunday to visit the site of our show. 

lining up like the servants

Upon arrival, we first had tea and scones to get in the spirit of things, as the characters constantly drink tea on the show like all good Brits.  Then we toured the gardens, both the ones shown in the show and the others that are ignored.  We learned they have sheep on the grounds that are never featured in the show.  We saw the Greek inspired structure where Edith and Scar-Face man have their pivotal conversation in Season 2.  We then were shown in the house.  The family still lives there, and to sustain the hefty cost (11 million pounds) of keeping up the house and grounds, they rent out the house to BBC and give tours in the summer.  You can also have your wedding there.  Downton Abbey is probably the best thing that has ever happened to Highclare Castle financially. 

The interior of the house pretty much resembles the show.  Interestingly, the servants’ quarters are not filmed there as the kitchen is modernized.  They had signs up that indicated what rooms were used in the show, but they didn’t emphasize it as much as I thought they would.  They also tried to push the family history, which was less appealing to the many Downton pilgrims.  One correlation between the real family history and the show is that the house was used as a hospital in WWI just as it is on the show.

We were in fine form in the house and totally geeked out: “That is where the Dowager gave Daisy advice! This is where Richard and Matthew fought!  This is Pamuk’s room! This is where Lavinia stood as she walked down the staircase and saw Mary and Matthew dancing!”  It was fun to experience it with other fans of the show.

Chelsea and Ellie re-enacting the season 2 finale

After touring, we spent the afternoon on the grounds drinking more tea, rambling the grounds, and reading.  It was pleasant to sit outside, book in hand, sheep bleating in the background, and a nice warm cuppa tea.  We had a bit of a scare at the end when we weren’t sure if our taxi driver was going to remember to come get us and take us to the train station.  Luckily, we found some Americans (one from Glen Ellyn, IL. Small world) who let us use their phone.  Overall, it was a wonderful day and a fun adventure to experience with the other Downton fans.  We are all now in withdrawal until season three returns in January.  

“Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them”- Twelfth Night

A week ago we took a day off classes and went on a field trip to Warwick Castle and Stratford upon Avon.  I had been to both of these places before when I visited England four years ago with my family, and it was interesting to see what had changed and what had not.

Warwick Castle

            Our first stop was Warwick Castle, which is a legitimate Medieval Castle.  It is also very touristy and caters to British elementary field trips (British schoolchildren were all over the place).  This was a new development that I do not recall from my first visit.  The castle is fun to visit, but it doesn’t exactly carry a feel of authenticity (think Disney World gone Medieval, except it is a real castle).  The castle is filled with wax figures made by the famed Madame Tussaud.  This gave it a rather creepy feel in the medieval tunnels...you turn the corner and THERE IS A MAN WITH A SPEAR WHO IS GOING TO KILL ME.  Oh wait; it’s just wax figures.  There is also an upstairs portion of the Castle with wax figures to imitate a late Victorian garden party.  This part was very entertaining as it filled us in on Lady Daisy who had once lived there, and all of the affairs she had in her life, including some with royalty. Extremely scandalous.  There was also an exhibit featuring the popular BBC TV show Merlin, which also has fans in the USA.  It was extra money, so we didn’t go in.  Dr. Ryken told us it was of course, “cheap and tawdry”.  There was an archery booth, which I participated in.  It was fun and got me in touch with my inner warrior princess.  There were sword exhibits, a bird of prey exhibit (including a falcon demonstration), and a trebuchet demonstration.  A trebuchet is a large catapult (they were used in Lord of the Rings), and it was the highlight of the exhibits.  They hyped it up with music and an exciting commentary of how the trebuchet worked.  It took a while to wind it up (they had a person in charge yell at the others to walk them through it.  It was like watching a coxswain with his or her boat).  The MC also graphically explained trebuchet sickness, which is where you walk on the wheel so long you become disoriented, throw up, then the wheel turns, and it ends up on you.  (This did not happen during the demonstration.  But the fifth grade British children loved the details).  The cannon ball went very far, and it was cool to see.  Later on, they were going to repeat the show with a fireball, and I was a little disappointed I missed that.

The Trebuchet

            After Warwick, we piled back on the bus to go to Stratford.  This is Shakespeare Mecca.  He was born there, married his wife Anne Hathaway there, and retired and died there. Our first stop was Anne Hathaway’s cottage.  Shakespeare and Anne actually lived there when they first got married because they were dirt poor.  Shakespeare was eighteen when they married and Anne was twenty-six.  She was also three months pregnant.  That’s right: Shakespeare had a shotgun wedding.  Our tour guide called Will “Anne’s boy toy”; she then took a sip of water and made a comment about how she wished it was gin and not water. She was definitely one of the most entertaining tour guides of the trip.  Later that night, when we saw a performance of Twelfth Night, I noticed there is a comment in the play said by Duke Orsino about never marrying a woman older than you.  Makes you wonder about Shakespeare’s marriage. 

Anne Hathaway's Cottage

            The cottage had wood beams dating back to medieval times and a beautiful garden.  We also learned that they used to clean their chimney by sending down a chicken on a rope…the chicken’s flapping wings would clean it.  PETA would definitely not approve.  Afterwards, we saw the ruins of New Place, which is where Shakespeare retired.  The house is no longer standing, but there was a beautiful garden and an archaeological dig of the house’s foundation to see.  We then saw Shakespeare’s grave, and the famous inscription that demands his bones not be moved.  So far it has worked for him.  We then saw his birthplace, which was a small cottage. 

Shakespeare's Birthplace.  The guy in the window was reciting lines from Romeo and Juliet as Juliet.  

His grave, with the sign asking the bones not be moved.

             To the end the night, we saw a performance of Twelfth Night.  This play has always held a special place in my heart because it is the first Shakespearean comedy I ever read, and in high school I had to act out a scene for my school’s annual Shakespeare festival (I was Feste).  The performance was amazing! So funny and very well acted.  It was in a modern setting, and the set was very cool: it had a pool of water onstage that Violet and Sebastian both swam out of to represent washing ashore.  As it was a modern setting they did take some liberties with the text; most notably Malvolio intentionally mooned the audience (his costume he wears with the yellow stockings left little to the imagination), and Sir Toby accidently mooned us as well.  Poor Dr. Ryken already hates the play and was none too pleased with the liberties taken.  So far I have seen four Shakespeare plays this summer, two modern and two traditional.  I’ve enjoyed both and comparing the two experiences.  All in all, it was a good trip out of Oxford, and hopefully all this new Shakespeare knowledge will help us do well on our upcoming test!

Up at Oxford

Christ Church Cathedral

            We arrived at Oxford weary and wet from the Southern Excursion.  We had enjoyed our experience immensely, but we were all excited to settle into one place for a while and to have some clean clothes.  Upon our arrival, President Ryken paid us a surprise visit.  He welcomed us to Oxford and gave us some tips on being Wheaties in Oxford since he himself once studied here.

Part of the beautiful Boudalin Library

More of the library

            Oxford works very differently than American universities.  Oxford University itself is made up of about 36 colleges.  I am studying at St. Anne’s College, which is a fairly new one.  When you attend Oxford, you attend only one of these colleges, but you have to be admitted by your college and by the university.  You attend school for three years, and you have three terms each year that are each eight weeks long.  The breaks between terms are long, but you are expected to study.  There are no liberal arts here; you pick your subject in high school and you continue to study it throughout college.  You attend one lecture once a week, and the rest of the time you work with your tutor.  You receive no grades until your final exam of college.  You usually take three exams, each three hours long.  How you do on those exams determines your grade and standing for your whole college experience.  This makes my finals weeks at Wheaton look significantly less stressful.

            We all have our own room at St. Anne’s.  It is nice and cozy and has a window seat, which is my favorite part.  Every day a scout comes by and makes our bed and gives us a new towel.  The most fascinating part to me about my dorm is the bathrooms.  They are communal, but they are divided up in very interesting ways.  Two rooms have one toilet and one sink that is the smallest sink known to mankind. Another room contains a tub but no showerhead.  The room next to it has two sinks and one mirror.  After that is a room containing a shower.  We then also have a mirror in the hallway.  This makes for two mirrors for a floor of seven girls.  It is a good way to cut down on vanity.

            One thing Oxford does extremely well is meal times and food.  Meals are served at one set time and we all eat together family style, which is good for building community.  Breakfast is cafeteria style, lunch is buffet, and dinner is served to us.  The food is amazing! I have yet to have anything I don’t like.

            Our days consist of classes and a fair amount of free time for studying and enjoying Oxford.  Downtown Oxford is simply a ten-minute walk away.  It is filled with shops, pubs, coffee and teashops, and the best bookstore known to mankind: Blackwells.  C.S. Lewis once remarked that Oxford is a dangerous place to live as book-lover because of all the bookstores.  He wasn’t kidding.  Blackwells has five floors of books and a café.  I’ve considered moving in there. 

            Since coming here, we have learned some new lingo: to be “up at Oxford” refers to the geographical location of Oxford since it is set on high ground.  “To go down from Oxford” is to leave town.  “To be sent down from Oxford” is to be kicked out of school for bad behavior. 

            We have also discovered the amazing changeability of British weather.  For most of the weekend it rained consistently.  Today it would pour rain for about twenty minutes, the sun would come out for an hour, then it would pour, then the sun came out, etc.  This cycle has repeated all day.  I’ve learned to always dress prepared for any type of weather.

            My first week has been busy here.  Here is a recap of all I have seen:

-We have gone on a great many walking tours with Dr. Ryken.  We did one at University Park, which is beautiful.  I went back there one day to read on a bench and discovered the bench I had sat down on was dedicated in Tolkien’s honor!

Tolkien's Bench!

-We walked around Port Meadow, which was a favorite haunt of Hopkins.  We saw the small town of Binsey and it’s church which had a well known for healing powers.  Henry VIII himself went there to try the waters in hope of curing infertility.  The walk was beautiful, and we got to see what life was like in a small pastoral English town.  We ended it with homemade strawberry ice cream from a local strawberry patch.

The Well

Church at Binsey

Port Meadow

-Went to a celebration of the 150^th year publication of Alice in Wonderland in Christ Church Park.  Families were there, people were dressed up in crazy outfits, a big band played, free lollipops were given out, and there was dancing.  It was like a British garden party gone absurd. 

With a Dodo Bird at the Alice Celebration

-I saw the Olympic Torch come through Oxford!

The Torch...You can't see it very well because of the flag the little girl is waving

The Torch from behind

-Ate at The Eagle and Child, which is where the Inklings, including Lewis and Tolkien, spent their time discussing their works

-Saw Hamlet performed at one of the University’s theatres.  It was a wonderful performance, but the theatre was outside.  Of course, it rained during Act III.  True to British form, we put up our rain hoods, kept calm, and carried on.  I was amazed at how the rain did not affect the actors at all.  I am surprised by how many outdoor theatres the British have (every theatre in Oxford is outside) give the propensity of rain here.  

Shivering at Hamlet!

It has been a good week so far, but we have a lot of work to do in the next couple weeks!

Lines Composed Inside Tintern Abbey: Day 4 of the Southern Excursion

Thursday we ventured to Wales, to pay homage to one of the most famous sites in literature: Tintern Abbey.  Wordsworth wrote his famous poem: “Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey” here.  Most other romantic poets eventually pilgrimaged here, as according to Dr. Ryken: “you couldn’t be a card carrying romantic poet without visiting Tintern.” 

            The Abbey is also in ruins (thanks Henry VIII), but it is more intact than Glastonbury.  It was absolutely wonderful.  We thankfully had sunny weather and after viewing the Abbey with sunlight streaming in and doves flying above, I agree with C.S. Lewis’ own sentiment after seeing the Abbey that “all churches should be roofless”.  For a while I sat in an old windowsill (where the stained glass would have been) and took in the beauty of the site. I listened to the cows moo at the cow farm next door, and I watched the birds flit in out of the bare windows and uncovered ceiling. 

            After almost an hour at the Abbey, Dr. Ryken took us on a walk to an old bridge and read the poem aloud to us as we faced the River Wye that Wordsworth “always turned to” in the poem.  Wordworth himself would have been higher up in the hills of Wales as he looked down on the Abbey, but it gave us a general idea as we saw the ruined, yet still stately Abbey rise up out of the lush green grass surrounded by the muddy river and white swans. 

            I have always loved Wordsworth’s poem about the Abbey, and it was wonderful to see the scene that inspired it as an ending to the Excursion.  Our traveling days are over for now, and we must settle down back into classes and schoolwork at Oxford.  Classes begin Monday. Thankfully at Oxford, class will start at 9:00 AM instead of 8:00 AM.  I knew I loved the Brits for a reason.  

Dr. Ryken reading the poem to us

From afar

Independence Day in England: Day 3 of the Southern Excursion

Wednesday

Independence dawned rainy in Tintagel.  At breakfast, we remembered that it was indeed the Fourth of July, and one of the women who ran the hostel said with a smile it “was the biggest mistake we ever made”.  I’m not quite sure if I would agree with her on that, although I wouldn’t mind reinstating teatime in the afternoon.

After breakfast, we had a rather muddy hike back down to town with our luggage, but we bore it “with our characteristic maturity” and enjoyed the time in singing.  Once we reached town, a few of us sang the national anthem while sitting under a gazebo waiting for the coach.  We then boarded the coach for what Dr. Ryken assured us would be “a short two hour ride” to Glastonbury.

Glastonbury is the site of where the fabled Avalon would have stood, which is where King Arthur went to recover from his fatal wound and he would supposedly return to help England in its “bleakest hour”.  Some other versions of the tale have Arthur dying at Avalon.  We saw the abandoned Abbey that is in ruins.  It was destroyed during the time of Henry VIII.   He destroyed all monasteries and Abbeys as he switched the country from Catholicism to Protestantism.  At the Abbey are the supposed graves of King Arthur and Queen Guinevere.  In all likelihood, the monks found the bodies and said they were the famous king and queen to bring in pilgrims and money.  But it is more fun to say that it actually is their grave.  

Chelsea Sarah on the King and Queen's Graves

The Rykens and the Owl

Glastonbury Abbey

Another shot of the Abbey

The ruined Abbey was beautiful.  The grass was so green from the constant rain that it almost hurt your eyes.  There was a bird trainer with an owl that many paid to hold, including Mrs. Ryken.  Nearby in the distance up on the hill we could see the Torre, which is where the actual Island of Avalon is supposed to be. 

After Glastonbury, we rode off towards Bath.  Bath was where the Romans used the natural hot springs to build public baths to cleanse themselves in and for recreational purposes.  Later in the eighteenth-century, many would go to Bath for the healing powers of the waters.  It was very fashionable in Jane Austen’s time to reside or vacation there.  Austen herself lived in Bath and set two of her novels there. Many of us were most excited about Bath for the Austen connections more so than anything else there.

Bath! Where the ending of Persuasion was filmed!

Upon arrival, I was amazed by the architecture of Bath.  It is still in the neo-classical style from the eighteenth-century.  One of the first streets I saw was where Anne and Captain Wentworth were united at the end of Persuasion.  Indeed, while I was in Bath I felt like I was living in an Austen novel. 

The first site we saw was the Roman Baths, and then we were free “to poke around”.  The Baths were incredible.  Most of them have been excavated and preserved to look as they did in Roman times.  They had multiple baths: hot, cold, and others in between.  At the end you could sample the water, known for it’s “healing powers”.  It was disgusting.  Warm, and it tasted like Iron.  Hopefully, it made me healthier.

The Roman Baths

Afterwards, a group of us set off for our pilgrimage to Austen’s house.  We had a rocky start when a woman at the Tourist information desk tried to tell us that Jane Austen never lived in Bath. (How can you work in Bath at a tourist desk and NOT KNOW THAT!??! We were slightly horrified).  We eventually made our way to the Jane Austen Centre, where they were more helpful.  Jane Austen actually lived in two houses in Bath. The one we saw is now a dental surgeon office.  The other one is a private home.  There was a man in regency dress outside the Centre we took pictures with while he sang to us “Happy Birthday” in honor of our country’s birth.  When he found out I was from Kentucky he knew that both Johnny Depp and George Clooney were from there, which impressed me.  Not everyone in the States knows that.

Austen's House!

Our friend outside the Jane Austen Centre

Our final stop in Bath was the Bath Abbey.  It was beautiful and the stone inside was all white, which I had not seen in our previous Abbey stops.  The University of Bath had just had their graduation there, so we saw many recent grads milling about taking pictures.  Afterwards, we were driven up the hill to our youth hostel, which resembled an Italian villa.  It was lovely and very nice.  Downtown Bath was situated in the valley, and the rest of Bath bordered on steep hills.

Bath Abbey

To celebrate the holiday, we ventured farther up the hill in search of a body of water to throw tea in.  All we could find is a big puddle on the University of Bath horse and soccer field.  We made do, sang the national anthem, and threw the tea in.  Then a few of us ventured a ways down the hill to a big open field that was uncut and gorgeous.  It was mostly empty except for a few tourists and a man taking his evening walk there with his glass of wine. Standing there we could watch the sun set over the city of Bath filling the sky with pinks, oranges, and purples.  It was my first Fourth of July without fireworks, but it was still beautiful.  

Our "body of water"

Singing the National Anthem

The Field we found

Sunset in Bath

The town of Bath

“What are men to rocks and mountains?” Day 2 of the Southern Excursion

Tuesday

Even though the excursion means a lot of time on the bus, it is nice because we are able to enjoy the beautiful English countryside, which looks exactly like the Shire. I love being able to look out the window and listen to my iPod, just taking it all in.  It also involves Dr. Ryken enjoying his power with the announcement system.  At one “motorway rest stop”, he commended us to enjoy the “archetypal” experience of the motorway rest stop and for half of us to write poetry about it and the other half to write a novel about it and compose “A Motorway Rest Stop Anthology” for future Wheaton in England students to study.  It would definitely be a new venture into an unknown genre.

Tuesday we had a nice long bus ride to Tintagel, which is supposedly where Arthur had his castle.  The day was overcast and chilly, but it only rained a little bit.  The ruins of the castle were located on the cliffs of Tintagel.  We hiked up there and saw what was left of the stones.  Next, we made our way to the top and saw the view from the cliffs.  It was breathtaking.  The white cliffs jutted out from the brightest green grass I’ve ever seen, which overlooked the blue-gray Atlantic, which disappeared into the gray misty horizon.  The gray sky added to the mystery and magic of the legendary area.  We were hit rather hard by the wind, reminding us that we were but small humans compared to the wild untamed nature that surrounded us. 

We wandered the cliffs, getting as close to the edge as we could without falling.  I’ve never been so awestruck by natural beauty before.  Dr. Ryken told us there are three types of nature in England: the Cultivated (gardens such as Penhurst), the Picturesque (as in the Lake District), and the Sublime, or untamed nature (that would be Tintagel). 

After exploring the cliffs, a few of us wandered down to the beach, which is where Merlin’s cave is located.  Merlin was locked away there forever by a sorceress he fell in love with.  Once the tide comes in, the cave is completely covered by water, as is the beach, leaving only the cliffs for the waves to crash against. 

After exploring Tintagel, we went back to town and then the girls and guys split up for the night to stay in different hostels.  Dr. Coolidge and Dr. Ewart led us girls on the mile hike up the cliffs again to our hostel.  Along the way we passed an abandoned church and graveyard.  The sky was still dark and foreboding and we were surrounded by wild heath everywhere, making us feel as if we were in a Bronte novel.  Our hostel over looked the cliffs and if you walked too far from it, you would fall off. 

The first thing we did upon arrival was to eat a much-needed dinner and then some of us went out exploring.  We walked around the cliff edges taking in the beautiful view.  The area is very lonely, with only a few homes dotting the green heath.  Everywhere there were beautiful wildflowers and wildlife.  We saw a family of bunnies and some seagulls.  It was wonderful just to sit on some shale at the edge of the cliff and take in the beauty of the ocean.  We could hear the waves crash against the black cliffs, and we saw a rainstorm roll in from off the gray ocean.  More than once were we inspired to yell “Heathcliff!”  Afterwards, we bunkered down for the night in our very cozy hostel run by two sweet women who spent their night knitting and drinking wine.  A couple of us ended the night by reading loud select passages from Jane Eyre.  All in all, it was a wonderful day and I would definitely rank Tintagel near the top in sites so far.