Have Visited List

I love making lists. There's nothing more satisfying than being able to tick off items on them. So much so, it is rumoured that all of us, at one time or another and some more than others, have added something to a To Do List that we have already done. 
Why would we do that? 
For the satisfaction of ticking it off, of course!

 In retirement my own To See Lists/Bucket Lists, call them what you will, exist only in the mind rather than on paper or digitally. They are a work in progress, nurtured by impetuosity or opportunity. Instead below are the places that we have visited in retirement with links to corresponding blog entries, listed for no other reason than that they have actually been ticked off:

RETIREMENT ATLAS


 
Belgium: Blankenberge, Bruges
 
Canary Islands: Gran Canaria- Meloneras, Puerto Mogan; La Gomera

Cyprus: Paphos 
 
Denmark : Copenhagen
 

 

 
Ireland: Cobh, Cork

Isle of Man: Douglas, Ramsey, Peel, Castletown, Laxey, Snaefell, Calf Sound

India: Delhi, Shimla, Jaipur, Agra

Italy: Herculaneum, Pompeii, Sorrento, Amalfi, Positano, Venice 
 
Latvia: Riga

 
Montenegro:  Kotor 
 
Netherlands, Amsterdam, Keukenhof

Norway: Flam, Olden, Bergen 
 
Poland: Gdansk

Slovenia: Koper


Switzerland: Zermatt, Wengen, Crans Montana

U.A.E: Dubai

USA: Boston, Cape Cod, Savannah, Hilton Head Island, Beaufort, Austin, San Antonio, Texas Hill Country, San Diego


England

 
Cambridgeshire, Wisbech
 
Cheshire Chester, Dunham Massey 
 
Cleveland,  Middlesbrough, Saltburn Yarm

 
Cumbria, Barrow in Furness,  Carlisle,  Holker Hall, Langdale Valley, Lake District, Langdale Estate,  Levens Hall, Sedbergh, Ullswater

Derbyshire, Peak District
 
Gloucestershire, Ebrington, Moreton in Marsh 

Isle of Wight, Bembridge, Cowes, Needles and Alum Bay, Newport, Osborne House, Ryde, Steephill Cove, Ventnor, Yarmouth

Lincolnshire, Gainsborough, Lincoln, Stamford,  Woolsthorpe Manor

Liverpool,

 
Northamptonshire, Fotheringhay, Geddington, Oundle, Thrapston

Northumberland, Northumberlandia, Amble, Alnmouth, Alnwwick, Berwick, Craster, Dunstanburgh

Nottinghamshire, University Park, Sherwood Forest

Oxfordshire, Chipping Norton, Henley, Oxford

 
Rutland, Barnsdale Gardens, Exton
 
Somerset Bath 

Suffolk, Bury St Edmunds, Dunwich Flatford,Lowestoft, Pin Mill,Southwold, Sutton Hoo, Woodbridge

Surrey Runnymede  
 
Shropshire Dudmaston Hall, Ironbridge Gorge, Oswestry 
 
Warwickshire Shipston on Stour 
 
Worcestershire Evesham

Yorkshire, Aysgarth, Beningbrough Hall,Beverley, Bylands Abbey, Bramham Park, Boston Spa, Brodsworth Hall Castle Bolton, Castle Howard, Catterick Garrison, Constable Burton, Coxwold, Cusworth Hall,  Flamborough Head, Filey, Fountains Abbey, Grewelthorpe, Grinton Moor, Halifax, Harrogate and Harlow Carr,  Hawes, Helmsley, Huddersfield, Hull, Ilkley,   Kirby Hill, Knaresborough, Leeds, Leyburn, Lotherton Hall, Malton, Market Weighton, Middleham, Mount Grace, Newby Hall, North York Moors, Nunnington Hall, Reeth, Richmond, Ripley, Ripon, Saltaire, Sandsend, Skipton, Skipton Castle, Stanwick St John, Staveley, Tadcaster, Temple Newsham, Thirsk, Thorp Perrow, Wakefield,   Wentworth Castle Gardens, Wharram Percy, Whitby, White Horse of Kilburn, York, Yorkshire Sculpture Park

Scotland, Ardrossan; Arran - Lamlash, Loch Ranza; Argyll and Campbeltown; Crarae; Crianlarich; Crinan, Kilmartin and Loch Melfort; Culzean; Drymen,  Dumfries & Galloway; Dunbar; East Loch Tarbert; Edinburgh; Glasgow; Inveraray; Kirkoswald; Largs, Loch Fyne and Otter Ferry; North Berwick; Oban, St Abbs; Turnberry; Troon

 Wales,  Abersoch, Anglesey, Bala, Barmouth, Caernarfon, Conwy, Criccieth, Llanystumdwy, Llyn Peninsula, Porthmadog, Portmeirion, 

National Trust Properties
Peckover House, Wisbech, Cambridgeshire

Dunham Massey, Cheshire 

Aira Force, Ullswater, Cumbria Allan Bank, Grasmere, Cumbria Sizergh Castle, Kendal, Cumbria

 Woolsthorpe Manor, Grantham, Lincolnshire

Bickling Estate, Norfolk Blakeney National Nature Reserve and Brancaster Estate, Norfolk
Horsey Windpump, Horsey, Norfolk

Beningbrough Hall, North Yorkshire Fountains Abbey, NorthYorkshire,   Mount Grace Priory, North Yorkshire, Nunnington Hall, North Yorkshire, Wentworth Castle Gardens, South Yorkshire

Dudmaston Hall, Shropshire

Priory Park, Bath, Somerset

Dunwich Heath and Beach, Suffolk, Flatford, East Bergholt Suffolk, Pin Mill, Suffolk,
Sutton Hoo, Woodbridge, Suffolk

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