Learning to play Bridge properly is one of my retirement projects. It hasn’t started off too promisingly, as I missed so many classes last year I have had to enrol again with this year’s beginners. Continue reading Oh Hell! Mastering Cards…
Continue reading A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
Although perhaps even fewer are quite so happy after losing the rugby to Wales last night…
But, yes, John and I are happy enough to have just been to see Henry V at Stratford, having already seen Richard II, and Henry IV Parts 1 and 2 – thanks to our good friend Trevor who valiantly oversees the dramatic programme of a few fellow keen theatregoers.
Pics as always thanks to JFS although I took this apparently illegal one in the theatre as we waited for Henry. Continue reading ‘We Few, We Happy Few’…
Can you imagine positively enjoying a stop at a motorway service station?
Even less likely, can you imagine one receiving rave reviews on Tripadvisor?
Apart from stopping at Tebay on the M6 going up to Scotland we normally would do all we could to avoid their expensive and unappealing food, questionable coffee and shabby loos… Continue reading An Unlikely Top Tip!
Have you come across a Cobb? We are newcomers to the Cobb scene, having first met one of these portable mini kettle barbecues while we were staying with our friends Peter and Etain in South Africa.
Continue reading Cobbling a Chicken Together
I have been a Mary Berry fan ever since my parents bought Barnford, their house in south Devon, which had a very old Aga complete with a very old Mary Berry Aga Cook Book.
It’s been a bit silent, blog-wise (which I trust does not come as a relief…).
John has been working really hard sifting through and editing all his bird pics, then making CDs for me to download for the blog. It then takes me some time (time rather than skill) loading them onto the blog and titling them all, especially when we don’t always know what the birds are called.
I am also hoping in the next day or so to write a bit more about our time at Shiwa Ng’andu, staying at ‘Africa House’. John also has some photos which I shall add to our John’s Photos gallery.
Momentarily lowering our sights somewhat from big game to a pair of otters, we recently spent a lovely afternoon at the London Wetlands.
As I am sure many of you will know, the London Wetlands in Barnes – almost the centre of London – was created about 15 years ago from disused reservoirs and what was effectively urban wasteland. The first urban project of its kind in the United Kingdom, by 2012 it was voted the favourite nature reserve in the country by BBC Countryfile Magazine.
It certainly is a lovely place to visit, so easy to reach, and yet one is miraculously transported to what feels like genuine countryside – Norfolk perhaps. Continue reading Otters in the London Wetlands
This post is the first of about six that have been queuing up for an Internet connection. Forgive me if they have all been overtaken by events but I am hoping that most of you will feel better an out of date post than nothing at all…!
Also forgive me if I add photos later, if and when I can. So far it has proved tricky, as you know, so we’ll deal with words first.
After we had flushed the animals off the airstrip, and our charter light aircraft had re routed itself to pick us up from Shiwa we were picked up at Mfuwe airport by Brian, our guide for the next few days, who drove us straight to Kapani Lodge, actually just outside the Luangwa Valley National Park.
My parents loved the Luangwa Valley and as a youngster I will have visited the area probably several times but never before as a safari lodge visitor. My father had been involved in some fairly major way behind the scenes with Norman Carr’s plans for its formation into a national park. Kapani is one of the Norman Carr lodges, and apparently where Norman Carr himself settled after he retired. Two of his ‘children’ live there now apparently, but we did not see them.
The site is spread out along the river, which is already very low although the rains won’t come until October or November. There is a small number of chalets all complete with palatial double bed with mosquito nets hanging from a large frame above. We have not seen a single mozzie (predictive text inserts mozzarella here…) but better safe than sorry…
There is a most enticing looking swimming pool which we wondered about braving but never got further than talking about it. Winding bricked pathways lead to the reception and office and eventually to the large bar/dining area overlooking the river, where everybody eats together at the same large table. This may sound off putting but actually leads to a very friendly atmosphere and a most helpful and jovial sharing of tips and experiences.
Our last morning the sun was rising as we watched a family of elephant crossing the riverbed below while we enjoyed very early morning porridge and eggs cooked to order over a log fire.
The porridge tasted so delicious I asked the breakfast chef- a woman whose name I was told but forget now – how she made it. Her instructions were exactly as I make ours! The only difference was that she uses Jungle Oats, for my less tasty version I obviously rather unnecessarily go the the local health food shop to buy the best organic oats that money can buy… Another possibly more significant difference is the slow cooking in the open air over a log fire.
There has been the usual almost insurmountable difficulty getting onto the Internet, but Enoch, the manager, was most assiduous in his attempts to get us connected and did eventually succeed to my intense gratitude, and possibly your horror as you experienced a sudden surfeit of posts.