As in the States, people in Britain have been trained by the media to talk about “The Crisis.” For 10 days, all I saw was Britain at play. But the metabolism of tourism is certainly down. It’s sad to see lively cultural events like the medieval folk banquet in Ruthin (North Wales) and the sheep shows (Ewe-phoria in North Wales and the Cockermouth Lakeland Sheep and Sheepdog show near Keswick) fall on hard times. All three were major sights in my guidebook. And now all three are gone or dramatically reduced.
For 20 years, I’ve built my North Wales coverage in part around the medieval banquet at Ruthin Castle. But they recently reduced the schedule to just two a month, making it more difficult for my readers to take part in the festivities. Driving into Ruthin, I intended to cut the town entirely from my guidebook. I was on edge, moody, as if I was about to commit a violent act. I was mad that the town would drop the one thing that put it on travelers’ map. I was going to kill it.
But as soon as I entered my good old Ruthin — and saw the funky half-timbered pubs, the humble fountain, the cheap but beloved WWI monument, the home where Cynthia Lennon lived after John left her, the church with the never-locked wrought-iron gate where everything is in Welsh, and the views down cobbled lanes leading directly into forested hills — I lost my nerve and knew I’d have to keep it in my book. Even with the reduced schedule of the banquet — the wenches playing harps, the noble lord telling Irish jokes, and the rotund voices of Welshmen and -women raising the rafters of the castle dining hall to the delight of tourists from around the world — I couldn’t cut Ruthin entirely. I scaled my coverage down, but kept the city.
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The new attraction for me — perhaps a sign of the times — was not the medieval folk banquet, but the panache that Christopher and Gavin (a big-city couple) have brought their adopted hometown with their artful guesthouse and restaurant. They’re gay, artsy, and flamboyant — a little dicey when they first came to this rural town. But within a couple of years, they and their restaurant were established. In fact, Gavin was actually mayor (actually, “president of the town council”). Today when locals want the best meal in town, they go to the Manorhaus, and are served by Gavin and Christopher.
Culture doesn’t always hit you with a goofy stage show. Especially these days, you need to look harder to find culture in action. Anyone can point you to a great ruined castle or a fine restaurant. But how do we see the culture in action for today’s residents…not tourists? It’s tough. In Conwy (North Wales), I found it in a Bingo Palace. Here’s the new entry for my guidebook:
Conwy’s former cinema is now the Bingo Palace, where nearly every evening people who are very serious about their bingo gather. Visitors simply fill out a free membership card and buy in. Don’t show up after 19:15, because you can’t start late. As the woman calls numbers with her mesmerizing tune (“eight and seven…eighty-seven…all the twos…twenty-two, only five…number five”), intense old ladies who dress up to go play blot their numbers. The tension breaks each time someone calls, “Line!” It’s keyed in with a national game, so someone can really win big. Note: As posted, “If you bring your own teabag, you’ll still have to pay 40p” (joining the game costs £7-14 depending on the evening, Thu-Tue 18:00-22:00, closed Wed, across from Castle Hotel on High Street).