May 26, 2019

An afternoon in Winchester, 26th May 2019

I probably looked a bit odd this afternoon, dressed as I was in jeans with stretched and baggy knees, scruffy biker boots, a bright red raincoat, and a backpack... and carrying a pastel-coloured posy of sweet peas, probably the daintiest and most delicate flowers you can get. A bit of a mismatch. And a particularly unusual sight on the riverside path and St Catherine's Hill - I don't imagine many people wander the countryside carrying a bunch of flowers, haha. But oh well! I don't care, I have a wonderfully-scented posy of very pretty flowers! :D


I love Winchester but haven't been there properly in ages. I went today for something to do, to get out the flat and the city and treat myself a little bit. Bonus was that it was farmers market day - YAY!!!! :D

Pretty! The Ivy brasserie.

Farmers markets are wonderful. I absolutely love all that local, seasonal, good quality stuff, and wish I could both afford to buy produce there often and knew how to do the ingredients justice. I also wish I had an idea of a little business I could do, something I could produce and create using hands-on methods and be as eco-friendly and sustainable as possible, using quality local ingredients. Something where I could have a real in-depth knowledge of and love for what I spend my time doing and the end result. Ice cream, butter, honey, beeswax stuff, damson gin, elderflower cordial, jams and chutneys, pies, cakes, chocolates, bread, full meals, whatever! Or just, y'know, be a farmer.

Anyway, despite the fact that I've been worrying about money the last few days - actually, probably because of that - I let myself get a few treats. Life's all about those tiny moments that bring you joy, simple pleasures. You have to let yourself have those sometimes, even if it costs a little money. As well as the posy of sweet peas that will sit on top of my bookcase for the next few days or so, I bought some nice-smelling hand cream that will last a while, a cheese and local-tomato sourdough toastie that I ate sat on the lawn outside the cathedral, an almond macaroon and a slice of millionaire's shortbread, both of which I ate on my walk, and a lamb and redcurrant pie which will be my dinner later this week :)


Then, along the riverside path leading towards St Catherine's Hill, I saw the cutest little creature! A teeny tiny mouse-like thing, literally the size of my thumb, right on the edge of the path. Squeeee! I can't put emoticons in here - picture the huge-smile face with the love heart eyes, haha. I Googled it afterwards and reckon it was a bank vole. I think it was a youngster, as it was smaller than the internet said they grow to be and it was very unsteady on its feet, perhaps trying to run but not succeeding even to walk properly, eventually stopping and curling itself up a bit. It was probably scared so I left the poor thing to it, hoping it would move quickly to be out of the way of dogs and people not watching where their feet go.


So yes, very lovely afternoon, leaving me in good spirits! :) I'll have to make sure I go to Winchester occasionally, especially when the farmers market is on. There were some locally-made reusable (sustainable and biodegradable!) beeswax food wraps I'd really like to get, as well as a jar of the incredibly delicious local honey :)

May 22, 2019

Weekend away in Staffordshire, April 2019

At the end of April I had a few days away up in the Staffordshire Moorlands with one of my friends. He'd got newspaper vouchers for two free tickets to Alton Towers and we decided to make a little trip of it rather than go all the way up there just for the day. We booked the theme park tickets for the Monday so drove up on Sunday. But we started our weekend on Saturday evening with a folk gig in Ferndown - the band Flook, who were around in the 90s and have just reformed - which was great!

On Sunday we left Southampton about 10am, stopped for lunch at Ikea Birmingham, and later at a supermarket for supplies, and arrived at our Airbnb in Biddulph near Stoke-on-Trent around 2:30pm. Owl's Loft was a little converted outbuilding next to a pretty farm cottage in the middle of the countryside. There were other little farms and cottages nearby but the nearest village was just over a mile away. So it was wonderfully quiet! :) I don't think the interior could have been any more "me", haha, I loved it.




We were close to Biddulph Grange Country Park, so after unpacking we headed out for a walk into the winding country lanes. Coming to a wooded, bluebell-strewn valley with a pretty little river at the bottom, I think we both broke out into big smiles; this place was exactly what we'd wanted - space, peace, quiet, nature, well away from the city, literally a breath of fresh air, a relief.



After getting back to the cottage we sat outside on the patio and relaxed for a while before getting on with making the healthy curry we'd planned for dinner. My friend had brought his bluetooth speaker/radio so we put that on as well. There's something homely, for me, about having the radio on in the background while doing something in the house. Not any station, but something like BBC Radio 2 or 3 or 4 or Classic FM. I'll have to get a radio to put in the kitchen when I eventually get my own place.

Anyway, for dinner we'd found some tikka masala paste pots at the supermarket, which we added to onion, pepper, chicken, a tin of chopped tomatoes, and some spinach. Super easy! My attempt at turning a couple of tortilla wraps into an alternative sort of poppadom didn't go quite to plan, as I left them in the oven too long and they burned, haha, but the second attempt wasn't too bad so we had something crunchy to go with the curry and rice. It was all yummy! I even treated myself to a fruity cider :)


I made some wraps from the leftover curry and rice to take as lunch to Alton Towers the next day, while my friend got the wood-burning stove started upstairs in the lounge, and we settled down to spend the next three hours watching the brilliant Interstellar, with the fire crackling away nicely.

It was so nice to wake up the next day to sunshine, a countryside view, and no sound except birdsong :) We left around 9:30am for Alton Towers. My friend commented that he wouldn't have thought of me as a theme park kind of person, haha. I haven't been to one for a couple of years but I do enjoy them when it's quiet on term-time weekdays. Can't abide long queues. Anyway, it was good =] My favourite rollercoaster was the Wickerman, a wooden one that felt like it went faster than the others and had loads of twists and turns and loops and was just great fun! 'Hex', the ride inside the old mansion, was really cool, too; you're seated on rows of benches and don't move much except in a slight pirate-ship motion, but the room moves instead so it's enormously disorienting and surreal and baffling and a laugh, haha. I hadn't known the park was a former private estate, where the Earls of Shrewsbury lived, and I really liked the areas where the grounds were still in their original state, like the large lawn area in front of the now-ruined mansion, and the ornamental valley garden full of trees, winding paths, and water features, which provided a nice quiet place to get away from the concrete for half an hour and eat lunch.



We left shortly before 4pm and headed back to the cottage. Again we just relaxed for a couple of hours before heading out for dinner at 7pm. The owner of the Airbnb had recommended The Talbot pub in the village, and we decided to walk there, which was a nice way to see some the surrounding area and more pretty countryside. It's one of the Vintage Inns chain so it was really nice and did really good food. We shared a starter of garlic cheesy baked mushrooms, then I got lamb shank with mash and honey-roasted carrots, followed by apple and rhubarb crumble :) All delicious! Of course we were completely full up when we left after a couple of hours. It was dark by then, but the half-hour walk back along the unlit country lanes was quite cool =] We'd bought some ingredients to make lemon drizzle cake, but were too tired by the time we got back to make it.

Just a cute place we passed on the way to the pub




We left late the next morning, wishing we could stay longer, and drove up towards the Peak District so we could see some of it properly before heading back home. Just before the national park border, we passed a lake and an entrance to a car park and decided to turn in and investigate. It turned out to be Tittesworth Reservoir and had some signposted walks, a visitor centre and café, so we stopped there for a while. We opted for the shorter of the two walks, 1.5 miles, the route including lakeside, woodland, and views of some rocky ridges, then went for lunch in the café overlooking the lake.


There was only a couple of hours left before we needed to start driving home, so we drove up towards Bakewell with the intention of getting some good Bakewell Tart. Upon entering Bakewell, however, we were surprised by the sight of chain stores and franchises and were both immediately like "Oh! Hmm, nope...". We hadn't realised it was a proper town, and we wanted a cute little village with local independent places. So we carried on through the pretty rolling countryside, and soon found the cute little village of Youlgrave. Propped up against the corner of a cottage was a little chalkboard pointing towards a place called Peak Feast and "cakes!" and "pies!". We both got really excited, found a place to park and walked through the tiny village to the bakery.




It. Was. Wonderful.
Perfect.
Tucked out of the way up a little side street, Peak Feast is a bakery and shop. You walk in through the beaded curtain and find yourself faced with a freezer full of pies and locally-made decent ready meals on your right, shelves of jars of preserves, loaves of bread, bottled soft drinks, crisps and crackers, and - most importantly - tables of freshly made cakes on the left. A few women were baking more in the kitchen behind the counter. I was in heaven! :D Part of me loves the idea of having a place of my own like that.



We each bought a slice of Bakewell tart and a drink, and sat outside on a picnic table in the sunshine, I for one giddy and grinning. The drink I had was gorgeous, a Franklin & Sons strawberry and raspberry with black pepper. I don't usually like sparkling drinks but it sounded good so I tried it. And of course the Bakewell tart was yummy! I kind of wished I could buy a whole one rather than just a slice, haha - but I'd already bought a slice of treacle tart to save and eat the next day. I need to learn to make both!

(FYI - Bakewell tart is a shortcrust pastry case with layers of jam and frangipane and topped with flaked almonds; Bakewell pudding is a dessert made of a flaky pastry base or case topped with jam and a filling of egg-and-almond paste, kind of like an almondy set custard; Cherry Bakewells are Bakewell tarts with a layer of icing on top of the frangipane and topped with a glacé cherry.)


After about half an hour there, it was, very sadly, time to go. We took our time walking back through the pretty and peaceful little village, wishing we could live in the cottage opposite where we'd parked the car. It was such a nice few days! And I really enjoyed going with someone and not on my own for a change. It's just nice to share things with someone else who appreciates the same things you do. It was a shame we didn't get into the Peak District proper, and see the craggy moorlands there, but we still had a great time :)