It's been MONTHS since I updated this. And now, here we are, in NOVEMBER! I can hardly believe that the evenings are so dark again all of a sudden. Soon I'll need to get organised for Christmas. Over a year has passed with Dizzy and walking her makes you so much more aware of the seasons passing. There's sloe gin in the cupboards and pickles of various types. Blackberry jam and jelly is lurking in the darkness next to the Kings Acre Pippin apples that have to sit for a few months before they're even remotely edible (by that, I mean cookable)!

Talking of Christmas, last weekend was spent in the shopping paradise that is Cheltenham Spa. My first ever weekend without my puppy. OOOohhh how I missed her :) But what a fantastic place! I wandered around the grand Georgian town house where Gustav Holst was born (accompanied by the Planets in the background of course) and then we had lunch in the Michelin pub "The Beehive". This was a bit disappointing in terms of venue - but the food and wine were excellent. Lots of 'shabby chic' nearby to browse...

Shopping was followed by dinner at the famous Art Deco ex-cinema "The Daffodil". I've never seen a place like it! The nearest thing I can think of is that weird and wonderful restaurant in Brussels which is like walking into a stage play. You know the one - with lots of statues and gold taps everywhere. The food was delicious and the service was excellent even if it wasn't silver service. No pretences - just good quality and honest. It was great to hear the banter going on from the kitchen which was fully visible at the 'screen'. The cocktail bar upstairs was brilliant fun too:)

Sadly 'rain stopped play' early the next day and so I'll have to go again to see the Art Museum and Town Hall. Dizzy scored the doggie bag that was madeup from the left over 'Full Englishes' though (proper sausage - yum)

Maybe Dizzy can come along next time too?!!

This was to be my first experience at Raymond Blanc's famous "Le Manoir aux Quat' Saison". We opted not to go for the valet parking (is J getting a bit precious about his BMW now?) and walked down the avenue of lavender to the old manor house. Greeting us on reception was not the man himself (I expect he had better things to do on Fathers' Day) but the "Ali" guy from the TV show. Obviously Raymond had realised that he had some talent - but I thought it was his chef partner, James, who was the real star of that show. I wondered whether it was him in the kitchen today....
J had been here a few times but was quite excited by the prospect of being seated in the dining room instead of the 'school hall' conservatory (or is it an 'orangery'? I never know the difference). I was a bit miffed that I had been told they couldn't fit in an extra guest at the last minute - but most of the other tables were empty! It was nearing 1.30 and surely more people would be here for lunch on fathers' day? The loud American voices were a bit annoying from the other table, e.g. "....and I find when I give them my title over the phone I always get people's attention...." Yawn yawn...

We had managed to persuade C&C to go for "Les Classique" menu - much better value than the "a la Carte" - at £95 per person (listen to me)! It's a set 5 course menu inc coffee (or their own 'unique' mariage Freres Teas) with the option of cheese for £10 extra. (later we heard the inevitable arguments from another table about whether to go the 'french' way with this or not)...

1st course was a small crab dish. Beautiful delicate flavour. Sorry - I didn't take photos of each course coz I can't help feeling that its a bit 'naff' -
2nd course was the risotto with fresh vegetables. I loved the peas!
3rd course was the lemon sole - Oh la la! !!! I found a little fish worm! Mulling over whether to tell the waitress or not, I decided to mention it. J (ever the joker) responded to her "is everything OK?" with a "Yes, but she couldn't eat that" (pointing at the little brown alien. Apologies followed and a swift race to the kitchen with the offending item. It did put me off a bit. But not for long.
4th course - Goosenargh Duck (served pink unless you asked). Embarrassingly, C&C both requested "well done" which was a bit of a nerve really. I trust the chef to know when it's done. It was perfect. So tender! In a orangey sauce but with a difference. So fresh!
5th course - the strawberry 'celebration': layers of fresh strawberry flavours, topped off with - wait for it - a piece of gold leaf! Amazing!

By this time the whole restaurant had filled-up. I was a bit disappointed that some of the poor people sitting against the wall had to have their table 'pulled out' for them to be seated (a bit like when you're at the local Indian). This was a sign that they had tried to fit too many tables into the room. It was a little stuffy. The sun had come out and a walk around his famous organic vegetable garden was calling us.


We stopped in the padded-walled bar for coffee (I went for the Tibetan Tea - superb!) and the hand-made petit fours(with more gold leaf).


I half expected an explanation or acknowledgement from the kitchen about my fish-worm, but nothing turned up - either in person or as a discount from the bill. Oh well, another piece of emailed feedback required!



A walk around the garden was lovely and it wasn't that busy. Apparently, there another few acres attached to the grounds that are going to expand the garden over the coming seasons.


I have to admit to being quite jealous of people retiring to their rooms with a bottle of something sparkly (he promotes his own champagne at a very reasonable price). The odd floodlight here and there and the realistic bronze sculptures hidden in the undergrowth must have looked fabulous in the evening light.
But unfortunately, we had to drive back home...

J asked me - so what's your favourite? Here? Or the Waterside at Bray? That we visited last year.
MMmmmmm there's a question to ponder....

Another Glorious Weekend in Dorset!

We stayed at the wonderfuly named "Piddle Inn" again. On the banks of the river Piddle. J's treat for my B'day and we couldn't have hoped for better weather. Dizzy was very glad of the cool, clear water running literally by the the side of the beer garden.



We walked for miles and miles. It is absolute heaven to get away from all the traffic and people. We didn't see another person all day!


We set off from the pub and walked in all directions (but always towards a pub of course). In nearby Cerne Abbas there are loads of good pubs, including the New Inn which is newly opened after a re-furb and has one of the nicest beer gardens...There is also the 'Brace of Pheasants' at nearby Plush, although annoyingly we never seems to be able to catch them when they're open. Never mind they have been taken out of the Michelin Guide anyway!


the views around the area are breathtaking!



Reminiscent of another wonderful weekend we had earlier in the year at Great Malvern....


Lets hope this Summer weather continues for us..

Have you ever been mistaken for a doppelganger? I have. More than once.



Is it something to do with the way I look perhaps? Am I too ordinary? Am I not at all unique in the way that I aspire to be (doesn’t everyone?) Are my clothes too ‘everyday’?




I have a theory about these complete strangers who come up to me and ask if you are “anything to with so-an-so” or “whether you have lived in such-and-such”. No, I don’t think they are just using this as an excuse to try to chat me up (I wish;). They are just bored, or maybe living in fear that some horrible, embarrassing misdemeanour from their past is going to catch-up with them and seek out its revenge. Perhaps their insecurities force them to seek out any potential emotional damage in some kind of irrational self-inflicted obsession.

I had a weird experience of this on our latest holiday. I was aware of this guy staring at me every time we walked through the hotel and he was around. Sad git I thought – 50-something. You know, the kind of guy who sits in his too-small trunks and sunbathes all day until he (as J likes to call it) ‘lobsters himself’ and ends up the colour and texture of a very cheap over-cooked sausage.

“Did you get married in Thailand?” he asked me, out of the blue at the bar one night.
Bizarre.
“No” I said (please God get the message)
“Oh” he says, rather disappointed.
Small embarrassed pause….
Then, trying again..
“Have you ever taken drugs?”
(where is he going with this exactly? Who is this wierdo?)

How odd that, even when I explain (teacher-training patience firmly secured) that, No, my name isn’t Susan, that No, I haven’t ever lived in Bath and that NO! J isn’t a GP that I met 10 years ago – this idiot still insisted that I apparently might be someone that he lived with for a year and a half 17 years ago (when I was 20? MMmmmm maybe I would remember that? Just maybe?) Did I change my name then?

Then I'm reminded why J and I have this unwritten rule that we never - NEVER talk to people whilst on holiday (not unless we have to that is). We spend so much of our lives talking to people that we don't want to talk to - that NO! this is OUR week OFF! We will be rude if we have to be! But of course we're English - we have to be civilised. It's in our genes....

(View outside the hotel)


Turns out this guy is apparently a teacher (yes, how did you guess) of RE in an ‘academy’ (oh, I wonder why) in Maidstone of all places (If only I’d kept my mouth shut about living in Kent).

Why is it that some people have to seek out people that might possibly have something remotely ANYTHING remotely (however insignificant) ‘in common’ with them. Why? Haven’t we all got something in common with each other – if we talked for long enough (and maybe got drunk enough) that is?




Anyway, I’ve posted my comments about this particular hotel on my Tripadvisor site (incase anyone’s interested. Not recommended really – but it was good to get away for some proper sunshine). Reading - that's what we did - we read and read and read. the best one was Paul Today's The Girl on the Landing. I love the way this guy builds such utterly boring but at the same time fascinatingly interesting characters.




Meanwhile, the good news is I’ve won another short story competition. Well, OK, not ‘won’ exactly – just an ’honorable mention’ (whatever that means). It’s to be published though – so another small victory. Ho hum, one day….when there’s more hours in the day….

OK - This is for you S - and you can answer anonymously don't worry;)

What's your favourite Place in the world?

Deep, dark and magical: Doubtful Sound, South Island, New Zealand: the most remote and silent place I’ve visited. Some areas of the fjord are still unmapped with lots of undiscovered plants and wildlife. Heaven – if it wasn’t for the blasted sand-flies.


Your favourite Book(s)?
The Time-traveller’s wife by Audrey Niffennegger (if you haven’t read it yet you better had do quickly – it’s about to be released as a film).


Anything by Ian McKewan – including Atonement (as always the film didn’t get anywhere near).....
& Khaled Hosseini’s Thousand Splendid Suns


Your favourite way to kill time...?
Facebook & searching Rightmove.co.uk for that ultimate home....


Most important piece of advice you’d want to pass on...
Never take anything in life for granted.

Biggest regret?
Not pestering my Dad enough to let me learn the piano.

Your least favourite Film (as we’ve done our favourite already) Titanic

If you had all the time and money in the world, where would you go and what would you do? Buy a big shack on a deserted beach on a Greek Island or buy a Sunseeker Boat and sail out to an exotic Caribbean island and spend a year or so writing a book.


Proudest moment in your life (so far)?
Watching my Mum pass her driving test aged 50-something. Divorce behind her and relishing her new independence!

Most scary moment in your life so far:
Not knowing whether J’s brother would live or die after his motorbike accident nearly 20 years ago (he survived, but is in a wheelchair).

Thing(s) that you find most annoying?
Anything celebrity-related, especially people obsessed by Big Brother or Hello magazines...sad, sad, sad

Material object you couldn’t live without:
My iPod – especially my Meditation Oasis podcasts!

Non-material object you couldn't live without?
my hearing - I couldn't survive without my music:)

Look forward to reading yours...

Thought - right! Not another day will pass without me adding SOMETHING to this Blog. I've neglected it for months!



Here's quick Blog about Banffshire, Scotland, where we spent Xmas. Very Strange place! Where we stayed - Gardenstown - lovely, unspoilt seaside town. But the community is spilt into the God-fearing 'oldies' and the English people with second homes. One group on top of the hill (nearer to heaven obviously) and the others near the sea. It was an interesting Christmas Eve service - not least because we had about twenty different churches to choose from! Only one pub to visit afterwards though, and very cosy it was too!
Within a day's drive was the battlefield of Culloden. Dizzy had a great time running around between all the graves. We were alone on the moor and it was getting dark soon. I could imagine it being very spooky up here...








more later.
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