The name of the Kaltenberg Ritterturnier translates into English as the Kaltenberg Knights' Tournament. Its highlights include jousting and demonstrations of martial skills as part of a spectacular show
Darlington’s market hall opened in 1863. It features a Gothic Revival clocktower that rises over the town centre.
As we walked into the enclosure one of the beasts let out a cry that sounded something between a roar of rage, a moo of deep pain and something the Star Wars character Chewbacca might utter in the heat of battle.
At Mile Castle 39 we were fortunate enough to see a newborn lamb take its first tottering steps. With the umbilical cord still dangling from its belly, the minutes’ old lamb was led out of the 1,900-year-old historic site by its mother.
Outside the Victorian courthouse, Kayly recounted the tale of Billy Miner, a train and stagecoach robber from the USA. He was renowned for his politeness and consequently nicknamed the Gentleman Bandit and also the Grey Fox.
Germany’s largest urban palace, the Munich Residence, is just a couple of minutes’ walk from Marienplatz. Visiting throws light onto the enormous wealth and power once held by the Wittelsbach family, who ruled over Bavaria for more than 700 years.
Constructing the Royal Baths, between 1894 and 1897, was a huge undertaking. Baggalley and Bristowe, a firm of London-based architects, won a competition run by Harrogate Corporation. A budget of £120,000 was set aside for the building — that amount was then an enormous sum but now represents less than a week’s pay for some star footballers in England’s Premier League.Electric hydrotherapy, peat baths and mud baths counted among the range of treatments once offered to guests after consultations with the Royal Bath’s doctors.
The 90-minute session was hilarious. Yet it provided a tremendous insight into what it takes to learn a choreographed dance routine and be an entertainer in one of London’s West End shows.
A sailor with a rifle slung over his right shoulder stands under foliage on the edge of the Cemetery of the March Revolution (Der Friedhof der Märzgefallenen) in Berlin’s Friedrichshain district. Like the cemetery as a whole, the bronze sculpture is somewhat hidden yet a monument to tumultuous, formative times in Germany and Europe.
At the corner of the park stand a couple of police officers on crowd control duty. Normally my eyes would be drawn to the bright yellow of their high visibility vests. But it’s their black Stetsons and shades that make me do a double take.