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.πŸ’•πŸŽ­

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 β˜”οΈ. 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. πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸΎπŸ€—πŸ’•

Final DayΒ 

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 πŸ†πŸ€—πŸ’•

Road trip:prequel

Tomorrow my friend Debbie and I embark on a road trip culminating in two rugby cup finals on Friday and Saturday, and I am so 😊 


The trip came about after last year’s finals in France. I watched from afar as debbie posted of her travels etc, so we decided to do the trip, stopping off at a few places along the way.

Hopefully via a variety of mediums we will update on where we are and what we do. 

It is unchartered territory to spend 8 days in each other’s company. I’ve been given strict instructions to switch my phone to silent at night so I will acquiesce. 


It will be strange not seeing my family for over a week, but we have a great playlist or 5 ready, there will be laughter a plenty and no doubt new friends made. 

One more sleep-I can’t waitπŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ†

A surprise flying visit

After a disastrous mothers’ day flower fiasco, I decided on a brief trip to see my parents and also be with my mum on her birthday, so flights, buses and trains were duly booked. 


I left a gloriously warm and sunny England for a less warm Scotland, with a delayed flight all part of the experience. 

The surprise duly delivered, there was a quick run through the Monday’s many culinary treats. First off was lunch with a couple of relatives and very pleasant it was too, although a glimpse of life as an octegenarian was disturbing! Bins: the variety of them and the Β£25 fee-first world problems! And it didn’t stop there with politics next, so I steered conversation to holidays and more fun topics


Lunch was followed by tea, coffee and large cream scones- why? Because they were free? 😲

Back home for a titivate then on to dinner at a favourite tapas restaurant in Broughty Ferry.

Scrumptious and plentiful where more cud chewing ensued, with the usual deprecation and laughter.πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ€—

A drive home, comfortably satiated and suitably hydrated after an early celebration for mum’s birthday, we settled down to watch the penultimate broadchurch episode. 

Birthday girl was up, cards opened and a lovely breakfast was consumed. Plan for the day was a bijou shopping trip to finishing touches( a girl can never have too many bags, scarves or assorted trinkets for body or home!) then lunch at the townhouse. 


Home and an impromptu visit from Mabel, more laughter then it was time for the station and begin the trip home. 

Hugs, kisses, expressions of thanks and the warm feeling of a memory made and knowledge that we will be together in 8 weeks.

Train to haymarket, then airlink bus to airport, effortlessly simple. Time to browse in duty free ( sorry kevin! ) then good flight arriving early and great to be back, with Kevin’s cheery smile to greet me. Cuddles from Nina and a catch up from the last couple of days. 


Short trip but sweet, I admit to being exhausted, but I am very fortunate to still have both my parents to share time with, however short it may be. Although with all we ate, it felt more like a week!