Saturday, 30 May 2015

A week in Wales

Sunday 24th May

We managed to gather ourselves together (after a wonderful wedding on Saturday) and pack the things we needed for a week in Wales and set off for Stafford after lunch on Sunday.  Stafford is where our friends Marion and Barrie live and it’s their flat in Tywyn that we are using for the weekend.   We stayed overnight in Stafford and caught up on news and family doings and got the low down on the flat and the town.  We met Marion and Barrie over 50 years ago and our first visit to them was to the flat in Wales, so it’s been a family retreat for them and their children for many years.   And now it’s our retreat for a week.  Thank you Marion and Barrie!


Monday 25th May

We arrived in Tywyn on Monday afternoon without a hitch and switched everything on and then went exploring in the town.  We found the Co-op supermarket and bought some things for supper and then toured the high street noting the restaurants. 

The flat is a minute or two from the sea and we have a triangle of the Irish Sea visible from the living room window.   Now all we need is some decent weather…and a phone signal would be nice, but alas mid-Wales is apparently hopeless for phone networks so messages and emails come in when the gods see fit!   How much we fret about getting messages will be a test of how relaxed we really are!!




Tuesday 26th May

Peter enjoying the breeze
Jelly fish
A great day today.  It was cloudy as we set off to walk 6 miles along the beach to Aberdovey.  The clouds out to sea were light grey but darker over the hills to our left.  The temperature was great for walking and the sea air felt wonderful.  The beach is a wide expanse with low dunes on the landward side and the odd cluster of rock pools along the shore.  Jelly fish galore stranded on the sand and pebbles and shells that demand to be picked up and examined.  Often we looked round and there was no one to be seen.  
Ruth, slightly ruffled by the breeze.  Look at the emptiness!
As we neared Aberdovey a few more couples and families appeared but it could hardly be called busy.  And then the sun came out!  

Rock pools between Tywyn and Aberdovey
At Aberdovey we had lunch and then tried to find my great grandmother’s grave.  She is buried at Aberdovey and various text messages exchanged with my cousin told me her birth date and names of parents.   We tried one cemetery in the town but couldn’t find Ann Humphreys.  It was a very overgrown cemetery on a slope and not an easy task to push through the brambles and weeds.   We did find out that there is another cemetery further along the road out of the town and we spotted it from the train on our way back.   We shall take the car there another day.

Aberdovey
A gourmet lunch!
Back in Tywyn we went out to eat at the Salt Marsh bistro where we had a decent dinner (whitebait/panzanella salad, sea bass fillet on crab risotto/ spring vegetable risotto) and shared a bottle of Welsh cider. 



     
Peter contemplates the cider



















Wednesday 27th May

The Mawddach estuary

The footbridge to Barmouth over the estuary

Looking back over the estuary from the Barmouth side
As the weather forecast predicted a wet afternoon we decided to take the train from Tywyn towards Barmouth and get off at a request stop called Morfa Mawddach.  When the train drew in to Tywyn it was already full so we stood all the way to our station and the guard didn’t charge us!   Wouldn’t it save money if you didn’t have to pay anytime there was no seat between Liverpool Street and Norwich!  The guard even came and helped us off the train.  From the platform we spotted the path leading towards the estuary and the footbridge across to Barmouth.  The guard described it as a half mile walk but it was easily a mile with wonderful views across the estuary to Barmouth and the hills to the east.  Barmouth was busy with holiday makers from Liverpool, Birmingham and Manchester.  We strolled around and went to an art exhibition and then had lunch before getting the train back to Tywyn just as the rain started!

At Tywyn Peter collected his laptop from the flat and we set off for the library to connect ourselves once more to the outside world.  The library was closed!  Shock, horror!  I was rather anxious as a couple of messages about bed and breakfast bookings (my new venture) had pinged in and I wanted to be able to reply to them properly.  We sat in the car in the road opposite the library and miraculously the free Wi-Fi extended to us so we were able to do business as the rain beat on the windscreen and the car fogged up!

Eating at the flat tonight as the rain and wind will ruin a wander round the town. 

Thursday 28th May


A quick dash to the supermarket to get the newspaper and then on to the train at 9.30 to our ‘go to’ station of the week (!) Morfa Mawddach.  From the platform we started out on a 9-mile walk along the line of an old railway that went from the end of the bridge across to Barmouth to the town of Dolgellau. 
The walk

The walk is flat of course which meant that we could look up and around and not down at our feet so we were able to enjoy the estuary of the Mawddach as we went along. 
The Mawddach trail

 
From the path looking inland

Looking out at the estuary
The hillsides were once covered in oak trees which were used to build boats which were floated down the estuary to Barmouth to be rigged.  When the oak trees were used up the boat building stopped but the woods are being replanted with oak.  There were parties of cyclists to avoid and the odd walker or two in the opposite direction but for a lot of the time we had the path to ourselves.  We looked in at the George III inn after about 7 miles but decided not to stop and pushed on to Dolgellau where we had lunch in a beamed restaurant. 

Then, creaking and stiff, we went across the bridge to the library where Peter got free wifi and a computer to keep the emails under control and I got help from a librarian in the archive department trying to find out where and in what name my great grandmother was buried.  No luck; she doesn’t appear on any records of births, marriages and deaths for the area so the mystery continues.  She may be in the public cemetery at Aberdovey and we’ll try and get there and take a look.  

Back across the bridge we went into a café which owed its décor to a former life, perhaps as some kind of general store?    
Best coffee and walnut cake in the world!
We had two excellent mugs of tea and the best coffee and walnut cake I have EVER tasted!  A 9-mile walk deserves a small reward!   Then we waited in the square for the bus and sat in front so we could watch the rotund driver with anger management issues throw the bus around the bends on the coast road back to Tywyn.  Between Dolgellau and Tywyn there were a few bus stops but the driver also stopped and let people down outside their houses when they rang the bell.
Home we go!
 Back at Tywyn we decided we couldn’t face going out again to eat later as planned so we bought something for supper on our way home.  As I have portion control problems we now have three bags of leftovers in the freezer to take back to Norwich with us.  One portion of chicken curry, one portion of pasta Bolognese and one portion of pasta with tuna and sweetcorn!   After supper we lay on the large sofas like beached whales waiting for the news and the weather forecast for Friday.  Alas, not good.

Friday 29th May

It was raining when we got up in the morning so we decided on an indoor sort of day and drove south via Machynlleth where we stopped for coffee.   Then on to Llanerchaeron, a National Trust property not far from Aberystwyth designed by John Nash.  But first lunch!  Then we toured the house which has been left in its Victorian incarnation.   
Out side the house at Llanerchaeron

At Llanerchaeron
When we walked into the study the red plastic telephone on the desk started ringing…so I picked it up and there was someone on the end of the line pretending to be the owner of the house announcing he would be back in time for dinner!   I looked all round the rest of the house hoping to find the owner of the voice – it definitely wasn’t a recording!  The upstairs portion of the house was moderately interesting but there was more to see downstairs and out in the service yard.  Extensive kitchens, a cellar, butler’s pantry, laundry room, cheese making rooms, meat store, somewhere for the servants to change after they had walked across the fields to work etc and then a farm complete with pigs, sheep, ducks, turkeys, sheep dogs.  The glory of the house, however, was the walled garden with vegetable beds, orchard and herbs.   By the time we had gone round the house the sun came out so our wanderings round outside were in sunshine.   We never made it to the lake. 
Turkey lurkey
The walled garden
Llanerchaeron
Llanerchaeron
On the way back we stopped at the cemetery outside Aberdovey and tried to find my great grandmother’s grave.  The headstones were packed in, the ground uneven and on a slope and the grass thick so it was pretty difficult to walk about and some of the gravestones were teetering at odd angles so it didn’t seem a good idea to hold on to them to regain one’s balance.   Great grandmother remained elusive but I now have some better information to begin a search at the library. 


Back in Tywyn we decided to go out for dinner and went to Proper Gander which looked rather smart from the doorway but turned out to be ordinary upstairs.  The food was fine but by 9.0pm we were the only people left in the restaurant.  Even the kitchen staff and the serving staff, bar one, had pushed off home!  I achieved my ambition to eat some Welsh lamb while in Wales.  My chops were delicious!

Saturday 30th May

We decided to return to Norwich today so that we have Sunday to catch up.  As we were packing up we discovered some additional guide books we hadn’t noticed before and now we know there are plenty more walks and places nearby to explore…and that grave to find…if we go back to Tywyn.

Thursday, 30 April 2015

A Sunday walk

The weather is up and down at the moment.  One day we can bask in the sun trap on the seat by the back door or have lunch in the garden, on another we have to wrap up against the chilly east wind.   I am in and out opening my cold frame and shutting it again to protect the seedlings - spinach, cabbage, beetroot, courgette, runner beans and garlic.  Geraniums and foxgloves are in the propagator on the kitchen shelf. Hope springs eternal... 

Last weekend it was cool and grey but we went out to test a walk that I've planned for the walking group.  We took the car to North Walsham and walked in a wide circle around the town.  The paths were pleasant and fairly varied but not exciting and the fact that we could glimpse North Walsham all the way round made it seem rather tame.   When we got back into North Walsham we made a 5 mile walk stretch to six by trawling round the streets trying to find somewhere to eat.  We skirted the street fair, complete with town crier and a man in the stocks, and eventually had to settle for what looked like the only eating establishment open - a typical pub doing Sunday carvery and a wide menu that can't have been freshly made.  Peter is often prepared to believe that something is 'home cooked' but I always suspect that while it may have been 'cooked' in the pub that probably involved shoving a plastic bag in the microwave!   Anyway it was hot food and we needed warming up!

On the Weavers' Way
Potatoes?


Lovely sweep of field

Windswept!

North Walsham town centre

The girl on the left was screaming with delight!

Saturday, 11 April 2015

Another trip to Paris

We set off for Paris by Eurostar last Tuesday morning and made it up the 6 flights of stairs to our rented studio apartment where our host, Christine, was waiting for us.  You may wonder why we chose somewhere on the 6th floor without a lift!  Well, the apartment looked lovely and it was a challenge!

The studio did not disappoint.  After our shabby chic rental in La Butte aux Caille this was a different kettle of fish.  A practical kitchen and everything in beautiful condition and spotlessly clean.   There wasn't much of a view from the windows, except for an interesting row of chimney pots.












































Peter went off to meetings and I did a bit of shopping and got myself some lunch.  This apartment is on the fringe of the area we lived in before so we knew our way around.  In the afternoon Peter returned and we went out to dinner later at Variations, a restaurant we have been to several times before.   I had riz de veau aux morelles for my main course.   I need to take a course in food photography as I haven't done it justice at all!  It was sweetbreads with morelle mushrooms and was delicious but I have made it look like a dog's dinner!  Almost literally!
Riz de veau aux morelles
On Wednesday Peter set off for 'work' again and I set off for the club (British and Commonwealth Women's Association) on what turned out to be day one of a two day general strike.  I wish I had known in advance.  The bus journey turned into a nightmare with diversions and road blocks to avoid demonstrations and visits of VIPs and in the end the bus simply stopped and turfed us out.  I walked a long way to find a metro weaving my way through police cordons and policemen lounging, smoking, talking on their mobiles etc, and in the end abandoned the idea of using public transport and got into a taxi.  The driver did a lot of moaning but got me there in pretty short time, only an hour and twenty minutes after I planned to arrive.  Anyway it was lovely to see everyone in the 'craft' group and we spent a happy day chatting and making this and that.   After the club four of us went off for a drink and then back to Penny's apartment for champagne and nibbles and the rest of the group caught up with us.  They had been on a guided tour of Roland Garros, the French equivalent of Wimbledon.   We all went out to dinner at the Chinese restaurant opposite Penny's flat.

On Thursday we braved the bus again and managed to get to the Musée d'Orsay without too much trouble intending to see the Bonnard exhibition.  The queues were monstrous - even for those with tickets like us.  We stood in line for a while and then decided to go and come back for the late night opening. 
Paris in the spring...sunshine every day of our visit
We decided to walk over to the Palais Royal as I had heard the gardens were beautiful in the spring and when we got there they were closed because of the strike!  We consoled ourselves with a coffee and then I set off back to the neighbourhood of the studio to meet up with Khem for lunch and Peter went back to the 'office'.  Well my journey back was even worse than my journey on Wednesday.  The bus going a completely different route to the one advertised and coming to a complete standstill in traffic several times.   I was frantically texting Khem but she was quite relaxed about waiting.  In the end I hopped off the bus and walked for half an hour to get to the restaurant - only an hour late!   Khem and I had a good chat over our noodles and then after a trip to the shopping mall nearby (Khem's second home) I pleaded tiredness and went back to the studio and lay down for a couple of hours before setting off again (this time by metro) for the Musée d'Orsay where there were no queues at all and Peter and I met up and enjoyed the exhibition in relative comfort!  But the day had not yet ended...we took a taxi to another of our favourite restaurants, Le Buisson Ardent, and had a smashing time.  Literally!   We were shown to our table and in taking off my jacket I swept a large wine glass to the floor.   We beat a retreat to another table on the other side of the room and after we had sat down, the waiter knocked over the menu and sent another shower of glass everywhere!  Things quietened down after that and we had a great meal.
Peter's starter

My main - lamb shank - no foam!

Peter's main course - beef and more foam!
On Friday - energy levels having dropped slightly as a result of much walking around in the sunshine in winter clothes and several bottles of wine and ascents of the six flights to the studio - we made a lazy start.  We packed up, left our bags in the apartment and went to the Jardin de Luxembourg where we sat and soaked up the sunshine before wandering in search of lunch.  We chose a little bistro with red checked table cloths and ordered the salad of the day which turned out to be a very elegant concoction of fish mouse, celeriac remoulade and langoustine foam with a balsamic drizzle!!!  It was quite unexpected and quite delicious.    Again, in my excitement, I have taken a fuzzy photo.  The bistro was called Jo and is on Fleurus next to the Jardin de Luxembourg and is highly recommended.

Lunch
From lunch to an exhibition of Gustav Klimt and the Vienna Secession - glorious and curious Klimt's and some interesting furniture and an historical overview of the art of the period.  I particularly like the jewelry of the Wiener Werkstatte but there were only 4 examples, though they were lovely.
Klimt
Josef Hoffman

Josef Hoffman
And then back to the flat to collect the cases and off to the Gare du Nord and dinner at the old fashioned brasserie opposite and then back to London. 

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Another year...another birthday party!

Where does the time go? Fortunately we have great friends who make great food and like to talk, so a good evening is always guaranteed.

Pot luck supper
Prosecco and olives
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Roasted red peppers filled with cherry tomatoes and anchovy (Annie)
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Chicken in zaatar with sumac and lemon (Ruth)
Lentils, rice and crispy onion (Ruth)
Sprout flowers with pomegranate seeds (Gill)
Baked aubergine (Gill)
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Cheese (Fanny) and green salad (Diana and Chris)
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Halva ice cream, fruit salad and chocolate sauce (Keith and Nicky)
Lemon cheesecake (Ros)