Pulchritude

Way back in February I saw that David Tennant was to star at the Wyndham’s theatre in Don Juan in Soho, and bought tickets as I would happily pay to see him open a paper bag! 

I won’t lie, after last Saturday’s events in London, I was anxious about travelling up there.  I don’t believe that by carrying on we are ‘showing’ that we are strong etc, as I don’t think that the people involved in perpetrating terror gives two hoots. But we have to find a normality in our lives as we have little choice if we want to do things.


In many ways this was what the production was about, someone living life their way: selfish, uncaring , hedonistic and amblivient to others feelings, just their own gratification. 


I love the word pulchritude and use it often and it was pleasing that it was used in the production. David Tennant first came to the fore in Casanova and his comic timing is exceptional, some of his mannerisms remind me of Andrew.

After the interval there is a scene where he reflects on how we have forgotten how to live, so many living vicariously via their social media pages and that was very poignant. 


Before we knew it the end had come and the audience rose to their feet and the cast bowed to the rapturous applause. David came back on stage in a I ❤️ London tshirt, even louder applause. He then asked the audience to sit and he gave a brilliant speech and asked for donations to the Red Cross to help all those affected by Manchester and London attacks. I was moved, his humour, his words unexpected but welcome. I love the Wyndham’s  Theatre: a wonderfully intimate venue. 

And so time for the return journey, this was the penultimate performance and just before we left two people came in with bags of food, presumably the cast’s tea before their final hurrah!

Reviews were mixed but I laughed out loud and I cried too.

So now just wait to see what he does next.💕🎭

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. 💕

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! 

Final Day 

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! 

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 🏆🤗💕

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 operative😱

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 hill😱😱,  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 brûlée 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!