Bank Holiday weekend

Unusually for me, there were no plans for this weekend, and as the weather was to deteriorate, a day of sunbathing was in order. But first the cloudy skies and a downpour seemed to put paid to that

But the clouds diminished and the sun shone!

It was so warm and lovely to enjoy being in the garden. Blue skies, green grass and a cacophony of flora.

Poor Oscar struggled with the heat, trying to find somewhere cool to lie.

Sunday was spent largely relaxing, FaceTime to Melbourne and the Monaco GP. 


Today has been a little more industrious, and for half a millisecond the house was tidy! 

We enjoyed breakfast in the garden, but intermittent showers curtailed lunch outside. 

It has been wonderful to see the garden change over the last few weeks and no doubt this will continue, with colour now everywhere to be seen, smell is becoming a feature too. 


A paella and a glass of sangria for dinner and the weekend is over, with the news filled with more about the dreadful act last Monday. 

We live in scary times: we have before, and we need to allow time for healing. Easier said than done. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

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Diana’s Dresses

As soon as I saw the exhibition advertised I had to go. My companion today was my wonderful ex colleague Bev! 

The weather forecast was mixed, but we dodged the rain and made our way to KP. There was a queue, as would be expected and we sauntered round the King’s and Queen’s apartments before reaching the Diana exhibition. 

First Lady of the bed chamber!
Does my bum look big in this?

There is still such an interest in the iconic Diana, her beauty, grace and style. As with all of us, a complex women, she had her faults but did great good, broke down barriers and cut swathes through taboos!

Diana and I were born three days apart and I followed her life as she blossomed from the shy, gauche teenager into the beautiful, purposeful woman.


How would she have aged? What would her hairstyle be? Would she have married again? Would she have had more children? 

No doubt she would have loved Catherine, loved the Wedding, and adored her grandchildren, both at their Aunt Pippa’s wedding today! 

She lived for her boys and gave them the human touch that will shape their lives and loves. She would be immensely proud of them both. ๐Ÿ’•

We walked through the shop and emerged to darker skies, we sauntered round the edges of the white garden. 


The heavens opened and we took shelter but decided to make a dash to a nearby restaurant. We enjoyed some fizz, food and an impromptu visit from Bev’s brother Paul. We laughed, reminisced and  spoke of our travel plans over the coming months. 

Via different means we both are aware that we are in charge of our happiness, something that comes from within, not found in money. We are so proud of our children, all making their way, happy to celebrate their achievements, success and happiness.

A quick change at Tower Hill and cloudy skies with a walk to Fenchurch street, where we caught a train home. 

More laughter, more talking and a wonderful day! 

Homeward bound

After a night in a warm room we were woken at 8:32 this morning. This left little time for showers etc and as it was miserable outside, we made our way to breakfast, which was again, very good! 

A meander through the streets of Bakewell meant buying cheese, beer and treats for home!

We returned to the hotel, packed and we were on our way.


The scenery we have seen on this trip has been so beautiful to behold, even in โ˜”๏ธ. There are so many more places to see, we have just skirted round and through them!


Our final stop just had to be a cake shop, Patisserie Valerie, at Cambridge services. One last hurrah for us both. Satiated, we carried on and Debbie dropped me off at home at 980 miles from when the journey began.

Joe was just leaving as we arrived, but a window tap and bibib attracted his attention to turn round. Hugs all round then Debbie left to get home too.

I unpacked, watered the garden and took some photos

This last week has been so good,so good,so good (sweet Caroline), I’ve been inclined …. to drink too much, eat far too much, and laugh (you can never laugh too much!).  I am blessed with great family and friends and I am lucky to have the opportunity to do things like this, and the means too.

Wonderful memories made and also a wanderlust to visit more of our beautiful ‘green and pleasant land’

Two tarts in Bakewell..

We woke this morning to sunshine. We breakfasted and showered ready for today’s journey to Bakewell. 

We left just after 11.00 am and took the scenic route. We saw sheep, cows uninhabited terrain and enjoyed the odd oopla! 

We stopped off in Hexham, saw the gaol briefly and had a cuppa and a scone before some browsing in Beales. 


There was one more impromptu stop before the A1 to take in the glory of the Uk in the sunshine. 

We arrived at the Rutland Arms shortly after 6:30pm, slight issue as the room had a double but that was sorted and we dined enjoying good food, wine and company. 

What a week, full of fun, laughter and the occasional mad moment. A raft of memories made. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’•

Final Dayย 

The ultimate goal of our road trip was to attend the Final today at Murrayfield, and so it was, Saracens v Clermont Auvergne. 

I even purchased a rugby top for the occasion! 

The weather forecast was poor and we left North Berwick on foot to catch the train to Edinburgh Haymarket. Drizzle became quite heavy rain, the first for 6 weeks.

We decided to have lunch at a favourite of ours Omar Khayyam and it didn’t disappoint.

Whilst eating the cloud broke and blue sky was seen! A walk to the stadium ensued where we met a variety of fans along the way. There were the French, Irish, Scots and English. I have always thought of Rugby fans as more convivial than football but today that perception was shaken. 


Match underway and it swung from looking tight, to a Sarries romp, then back again. There was very flowery language from a particular young lady behind us and I can’t quite get my head round why people pay so much to be rude about other teams and just not enjoy the spectacle. A possible red card was discounted and some missed kicks and all square again. Just before half time though, a full cup of beer ‘fell’ from above onto primarily a Warriors fan,  the lady was drenched, and other people beside and in fronted her too. Very poor show! 


The second half had a few thrills and spills and a nervy time led to final whistle on a Saracen win 17-28! Hugs all round amongst the staunch fans at another final. 

We watched the presentations and commiserated with Clermont and their fans. We then took our leave to return home, and to celebrate with tea and biscuits!!


Tomorrow we pack again and make our way to Bakewell as we approach the final leg of our journey! 

Day 5 to North Berwick

Miles completed yesterday  over 140. After our comfortable stay at Ugiebrae in Seahouses, where nothing was too much trouble, we enjoyed our pre ordered breakfast. Poached eggs on toast and creamy mushrooms on brioche: another wonderful breakfast.

A stop at Bamburg Castle for a photo or two and we continued on our way

A couple of other stops but the weather began to close in!


We arrived in North Berwick in good time, enjoyed a cuppa then a light lunch of cheese, pate and crackers. 

A quick shower and titivate and we left for the station. We arrived in Edinburgh Waverley where a stiff walk up the Royal Mile to our meal destination. Over 30 Saracen fans were to break bread and enjoy the delights of middle eastern food: falafel, bone leaves,kebabs and flatbreads. All washed down with a variety of alcoholic imbibements. Dessert was Turkish delight and baklava, really sweet treats!

Cabs were summoned to take us to Murrayfield to watch the EPR Challenge Cup Final between Gloucester and Stade Francais. To be honest a lacklustre game with the French team winning 17-25. At least I saw Sergio Parisse score a try though! 


A good journey home on a dreech night, a cup of warm milk and some neurofen as I’m not feeling brilliant and hoping for a Saracen win tomorrow, especially as I have my new shirt to wear! 

Treehouses to Seahouses

We travelled 102 miles to Harrogate and didn’t have to travel very far for breakfast. Just along the road we found Hoxton North: modern with a great vibe and fab food



Breakfast demolished we checked out, took a cheeky photo by a flash car, then we were off to Alnwick. Playlist was very 60’s, 70’s with the Beatles featuring. So many memories, emotion never far from brimming over, but joyous too.


Alnwick Gardens were bathed in sunshine and we took advantage of as many photo opportunities as possible. The poison garden tour was well worth it, interesting and informative ( maniacal cackle, whilst rubbing hands)

A cuppa and cake was now needed, and we had some company! 

We continued round the gardens and made our way to the treehouses. 


Such a lovely place and the third visit in eight months! 


Seahouses, not to see houses, but a fishing village on the coast. Not quite as expected but a bracing walk to the harbour certainly built up our appetite for fish and chips. 


Replete, we walked back to ugiebrae where we are staying tonight. Comfortable twin room, with all required accoutrements! 

The pleasure of beautiful surroundings, sunshine, and laughter is infinitesimal. 

Tomorrow and the delights of Bamburgh, North Berwick and Murrayfield beckons ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’•

Trauma, tea and treats

We woke early at our B and B, the gables, outside Lincoln and enjoyed a hearty breakfast after our 112 miles. 

On return to our room I found my phone to be no longer operative๐Ÿ˜ฑ

My mother in law, only asked on Sunday what I would do in such an eventuality and I said I’d be fine. To be fair the trauma only ensued in mild panic, with options discussed, one being to find an Apple Store in Harrogate. 

The drive to Harrogate was filled with scenery and music from Calvin Harris to The Osmonds ah the memories of our youth! 

Our first destination was to be Betty’s-has to be done! A queue for a cuppa? But not too long a wait, where we lunched very finely, followed by a fat rascal for Debbie and the macaroons for me! 

Next was the Apple Store, where an Apple reset was required, shopping a  distraction whilst the phone was resuscitated! Luke saved the day and the road trip for me!

An amble back to our hotel, with a spot of people watching along the way and some photo taking! 

Happily esconced in our room we delighted in some pampering: face and hair masks, FaceTime to my mum and then dressing for dinner. 


Debbie suggested the chateaubriand and as a virgin in that department, I gladly accepted her gastronomic experience.

What can I say, an inspired choice, delicious and probably a carlsberg moment for me! 

After a ‘rest’ we had lemon tart to follow-sublime! 

All washed down with fizzy rose! 


What a treat! The sun shone and we have travelled quite a distance. Seahouses has a lot to live up to! 

Taking the biscuit

After a night’s rest, we breakfasted, packed and were on our way. Yesterday we completed 86 miles and today’s destination was Lincoln(hence the biscuit reference!)

We stopped at the American Cemetery, rows and rows of marble crosses and stars for loss of life. Time to reflect, time to remember and just time to be. 

It started to rain so we headed inside and it was beautiful. 


We owe so much to those and although sombre it was worthwhile to visit.

Onwards to Lincoln, and a stop at Stamford. What a delightful town: full of quaint shops, bridges and some great photo opportunities. We live on a beautiful island!

Next up Lincoln and we enjoyed the many views of the cathedral as we tried to find somewhere to park . A walk up steep hill๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ,  a wonder round the cathedral. Just so beautiful, the stained glass, the ornate carvings and the feeling of serenity breathtaking.


Dinner was at cafe zoot, a recommendation, and didn’t disappoint. Liver parfait, Brie, lamb and beef suet pie was delicious. Creme brรปlรฉe was dessert and I washed mine down with prosecco.


The walk back down steep hill was eventful. Debbie laughed till she cried, I held on to walls,railings, anything. I have never been happier to see drainpipes! 

Now happily ensconced in our b&b we are tired but have had another great day! 

Cambridge – footlights

Day one of our road trip and our first destination is Cambridge. 


Only 45 minutes from where I live and the sights to behold are wondrous! 


A trip up the M11 and we arrived at the trumpington park and ride. Sustenance required and we chose too quickly an establishment to eat. Fare was okay but nothing more. 


We took in the sights of academia wandering round the little nooks and crannies, whilst avoiding the rampant cyclists! 


The walk was excellent and a return trip is definitely on the cards.  A great cup of coffee at bould brothers and we were sufficiently replete to make the journey to Debbie’s cousin Kate, where we had our accommodation for the night. 

Hospitality excellent, great food, wine and company


Guess who came to dinner! 

Just simply wonderful!