Sunday, 19 October 2014

Studland & Brownsea with the Scotts

11.00 am Saturday 13th we are down by the chain ferry in sandbanks waiting for Mr & Mrs Scott to arrive. The sky is black and foreboding heavy with rain. We are thinking of forgoing the trip across to Studland and going to the pub instead. 10 minutes later the Scotts arrive and bring the sunshine with them. We get in the queue for the ferry, nearly last on and to my horror I am on the ramp and there is a car behind me! Driving the beloved BMW things are not looking good on the rolling back stakes. Mrs F is looking concerned, not that he would be any happier if he was in the driving seat.  Then the car parking man cometh and moves me forward all of 5 inches I guess he like just likes to see the panic on our faces.
The crossing is 5 minutes or so and soon we are off the other side through the toll & heading for the National Trust area at Studland.
Housemartins are swooping overhead silhouetted against the perfect blue sky, a Warbler perhaps Willow sings nearby and a soft warm breeze blows the cobwebs away. We watch a storm pass through Poole over on the far shore, very atmospheric, followed by a rainbow. Many photographs later we quench our thirst brought on by this amazing summer day (yes it is still October) in the local hostelry. Appetites are prime so we raid the cool bag of pasties and pork pies that were for our lunch tomorrow & munch them in the car park how V Common at least no deck chairs were involved.







Return ferry crossing, on the ramp again but no car behind – good job as I had the car in the wrong gear. Oops. Quick race through duty free ha ha and we are off & on our way to the cottage in Poole.
Quite a spacious and very nicely refurbished 106 Green Road, Poole will do us nicely for 2 nights. A brief discussion on bedroom allocation & all parties are content. We need to replenish the pasty stock, so head out quayside. Also we are on a reccy to find the restaurant for tonight’s dinner.

In the words of Mr. Griffin we walked for Flippin miles looking for the rising sun & only found after pasty purchase in Sainsbury’s having asked the self-checkout girl for directions.
Suitably relieved we need to rest our aching feet and there just happens to be a pub over the road. Our Cottage is literally a few steps away; we must have done some weird circuitous route!
Dinner – Mrs Scott’s starter was the only blight on the evening, bread crumbed whitebait, I don’t think so! Everything else was superb including the service. The waitress queried our tip as she said it was too much, but she was brilliant. Sarah had Sea Bass with risotto while the rest of us tucked into lovely fresh Dover Soles, straight off the fishing boat that morning. Some puddings later, I had to help Mr. F with his sticky toffee pudding Ice cream sundae. Well it would have been bad for him to eat it all himself.
We were not late to bed!
Sunday morning & the reason for our visit has arrived, we are going to Brownsea Island, birding & squirreling. Wrapped up, as the sun and blue sky has disappeared, we get on another boat. I know the excitement of it is all too much. However the cold wind soon calms us down. On dry land again we are sheltered and head off to the bird hides.

Avocets, Spoonbills, Blacktailed Godwits, Great white Egret, Little Egrets, Redshanks and a kingfisher are soon on the list. Avocet numbers were 300+ and spoonbills were 12 to 15 in total. Last week there had been 47, now that would have been something to see.





Most common sighting


Now we are in search of the elusive Red Squirrel.  We have several sightings and several blurry photos of disappearing tails or just blank screen or leaves.
However after walking 7 miles or so we find a happy chap munching on sweet chestnuts in the churchyard a few feet away from the ferry. Much whirring of camera motors, tutting and perhaps some swearing, Sarah & I leave the boys to it & head off to the the café for cake & tea.
Ferry crossing back to the mainland was very good despite the pouring rain; it would be nice to do it again in better weather.
We are in need of beer after so much walking stop off at the pub for a libation or two. Suitably watered we need food and decide fish & chips are called for. We rush home in the absolute pouring rain and get completely soaked. Fish & Chips are left on the side whilst we change & dry hair etc.
Having finally got the oven to work We (me that is) puts the F&C in the oven intact in cardboard boxes that they came in. we then start to look at the photos. Can anyone smell burning?? No it’s just the cardboard drying out. Are you sure it smells like burning to me. Then all hell broke loose, cardboard had caught fire and the kitchen / living room was full of smoke. Windows & doors were flung open and much wafting of smoke alarms. In my opinion open plan design has a lot to answer for!
Some of us did not sleep due to, smoke trauma, TV aerial banging on chimney and fear of traffic wardens.  The Scott’s however made up for lack of sleep the previous night.
Monday, day off work hurrah! Was marred again by rain so we decided to call it quits & all headed home to pour over blurry squirrel photos and nurse sore feet & legs.

Did we have a good time? Y
You bet we did – despite the fire!


Look out Aldeburgh here we come.

Saturday, 18 October 2014

September in Sicily

1.45 am is not the best time to be getting up in the morning, but seeing as we were headed for Italian or should I say Sicilian sun it was not too painful. Very soon we were boarding our flight 6.10 am to Catania. Mr F fought hard to not go to sleep especially as Suranne Jones was sitting behind us. She transfixed him and the poor woman had to endure him taking a peek (read staring) at her at every given opportunity. However sleep finally overtook him as per usual. The flight was 2 hrs. 45 ish so very soon we were queuing for our luggage and heading for the exit.
Lucca (Gino d’Acampo look like) was waiting for us and whisked us at high speed, in a black limo with tinted windows, very mafia, up the motorway towards Taormina, our home for the week.  We donned our shades to complete the look, hahha. The traffic was heavy, with mad Italian drivers hurtling along & cutting us up. Lucca was not impressed a, by the heavy traffic and b, by the idiot that kept cutting us up. Me? I was just glad that we had a driver I did not have to cope with this ourselves.
The day was very hot and very sunny. We checked into the Excelsior palace hotel, well the room was not ready; as we were early it is still only 11.30. So a mooch into town and a cool glass of wine in the sunshine soon had us in holiday mode.
The hotel was in my opinion typically Italian, that is tired and old fashioned. Our room was adequate in décor, but had a large bed with crisp clean sheets and a decent view. This type of holiday you don’t need a balcony or fancy room so it was fine. (After I had got over my initial disappointment) The rest of the hotel was nice, bit Agatha Christy in décor, the staff were ok some were as old as the hotel mind! They were celebrating 100 years this year and I am sure some of the breakfast staff must have been originals.
The pool was a short walk down some 75 steps; it was very quiet and peaceful there. Because the average age of the clientele was 70 there was no fighting for sun beds, however my pet holiday hate was here, which is people who drag sunbeds aimlessly around making an obscene racket whilst I am trying to read or snooze. It drives me mad. Sun beds have wheels USE THEM!!!!!!


Swallowtail Butterfly by the pool



View from the pool




Also there were a few groups on tours staying in the hotel and if you timed it wrongly the breakfast buffet looked liked a swarm of locust had demolished it. We did how ever enjoy watching a particularly dishevelled lady, who must have forgotten to pack her hairbrush, stuff her pockets with bread and cakes every morning.

After our little drink in the sunshine a siesta was called for so we headed for a sunbed and a snooze. Ian woke me up to tell me it was raining, welcome to Italy (It always rains in Italy don’t believe anyone who says different) We shower and get changed for dinner, then watch the torrential downpour from the window. However very soon it stops and we head out, it is a very warm evening so lovely to be able to sit out or promenade in the evening sun.

The main street in Taormina is lined with quaint shops, high-class boutiques, restaurants and gelateri. There are also several churches and we see quite a few weddings. The bride & groom promenade along after taking their vows and friends & family strut along after them.  They are all immaculately dressed, beautiful tailored suits, dresses and shoes & handbags all carefully matched. Ooh that polished Italian look that only Italians can carry off. Strains of “Volare” fill the air; you could not be anywhere other than Italy.


Dinner – we are quite hungry now and sip a glass of Prosecco whilst we peruse the menu.  We have fabulous pasta, I chose prawn and scampi and Ian had pasta Alla Norma. Washed it down with a local wine from Etna. Shared a tiramisu and headed for bed at 9.30. Well it has been a long but packed day.

Sunday morning woke to glorious sunshine and threw the windows open only to shut them just a quickly. There were hundreds and hundreds of House Martins flying around, as we were on the top floor they were at eye level and I was afraid they might fly into the room. They soon all headed out to sea so I think they were feeding before heading off to Africa.
There is a fantastic view of Mount Etna this morning, so cameras at the ready we head of down the deserted streets. Taking note of any good restaurants for later, we walk all the way to the cable car but decide to leave it for another day. I am not too keen to go on it but I will. There are lots of ceramic shops selling the most wonderful things if only you could get them home.




Now this is what you call a garden table!

There are many ice cream shops we have not yet succumbed but it is on the list as is an Arancini and a Cannoli, More about them later. We spend the afternoon sunbathing & snoozing. Not seen many birds yet but quite a few green lizards darting around, alternatively lifting their feet as if they are getting burned. You can almost hear them going. Ooh aah ooh ah
Dinner tonight consisted of a shared Melanzane alla Parmigianino; so good I almost had to fight Ian to get my share. Then I had meatballs cooked in Lemon leaves and Ian had wood fired pizza. We were extremely tired and were in bed again by 10.
The following night – bit of a foodie thing going on here you know! We ate in Osteria Divino Rosso. It is run by 2 young ladies whose knowledge of food, wine and marketing is exceptional. Local produce so fresh, super healthy, no cream or cheese with the fish, which is so very fresh. To start we had a baby aubergine stuffed with fish in sauce and baked in the oven. Then we had a red snapper cooked Sicilian style with giant capers, olives, the tiniest baby tomatoes, pine nuts and raisins it was mouth wateringly marvellous. Whilst we were making up our mind about what to eat we enjoyed a super dry rose prosecco. A local Etna white slightly oaked, but only slightly which gave it a bit of body, accompanied the fish. We had a glass of dessert wine although we had no dessert, a gift on the house. Well you can’t say no can you?


Tuesday Tour of Etna and Wine tasting extravaganza yippee.

We were not sure if we had actually managed to book this tour as we had a bit of tooing & froing with the company as to which tour we were doing.
But bang on 9am Sebastiano another Gino sized Sicilian sauntered towards us, sunglasses glinting in the bright sunlight. Bonjourno.
He drives at break neck speed down the motorway through the dimly lit tunnels that snake through the mountains. Sebastiano gesticulates wildly with both hands off the steering wheel, about Etna erupting and the lava flows. The car weaves slightly and thoughts of Princess Di in a tunnel creep into my mind and we hurtle on. Soon we are off the main roads and into a more rural landscape. We receive a geography lesson about Teutonic plates Africa and Europe. How the island was formed and the difference in the volcanic land and the mountain lands. The mountains are very barren and the volcanic very lush. There is a discernible line as we pass from one to another. We stop in the town of Zaffarano and look out over the valley.  We visit the church and Sebastiano points out cracks in the ceiling from earthquakes. We also see huge cracks in houses and a school that has been abandoned as it so badly damaged. All of the houses here are built from the lava, basalt rock. It is dark and heavy good for building. We then go to a honey farm and taste the different honey, see the bees with their leg pouches stuffed full of pollen. Some are bright orange and some pale yellow. We get to taste some pollen, which is said to have great properties in helping the immune system. We then move onto the lava flow from 1992 it has literally stopped 5 foot or so short of a house. The ground is lunar in appearance but already things are starting to grow. The soil is like cinders that you are left with after a fire but it is so fertile, quite unbelievable it looks so hostile.





We then move on to the first winery, it is nice and warm the air is very clean and a breeze blows across the vines as we look out from this amazing property Barone Di Villagrande. We are shown around and told the history of the place and how they have moved to modern wine making practices. The wine that was made years ago was good but just table wine. Now with modern technology and a better understanding of the terroir, fine wine is produced. The lady that shows us around is passionate about the winery and the wines. She used to work in London and is quite excited to talk to us about places she worked in. They have created a few luxury rooms and a beautiful pool made from the quarried lava rocks it is quite expensive to stay there but a piece of paradise.




We are then taken to a tasting room where we are poured generous glasses of 2 whites and 2 reds a food plate of cheeses, ham, olives of which I ate 2 and a bruschetta of capers. There were also savory biscuits made from chestnuts. It was extremely well done. we then had a dessert wine. And beautiful wafer thin crispy almond biscuits. 




Soon we say arrivadercci with kisses from (never did actually understand what she was called) and find Sebastiano who is looking a bit tired. We are now on our way to another winery. We pass through forests of chestnuts, hazel nuts and almonds. Orange, lemon trees and even a grove of apples trees. Sebastiano points out more lava flow and gives us more history of the land. 

The second winery Gambino is more commercial and is brand new. Lots of tables in a high ceilinged contemporary building. Each table is laid up with several wine glasses. Which glint in the afternoon sun. We are given a welcome glass of white wine and shortly are escorted over to the terrace where we overlook the vineyard and the valley. Here we are given a talk on the land, oenology and mineralogy. The talk is extremely interesting and once again they say about how they now have the knowledge to make a fine wine, we are then taken to our table where 2 large plates of food are laid out plus bread. More white wine is poured and then a rose. The bottles are left on the table for us to help ourselves. Later red wine is brought poured and explained. One is named Tifeo after a giant that is said to sleep inside the volcano. Lets hope no one disturbs him whilst we are here.






Perfectly fed and only slightly merry honestly, we pile back into the car and head back towards the hotel. We do have one last stop off at Castiglione di Sicilia and walk to the old Greek fortress and admire the breathtaking views over the Alcantara valley. Shortly followed by a quick peek at the Alcantara gorge created from an old lava eruption.





Much later that evening we share some pasta and then watch a storm brewing out at sea. Incredible forked lightening that went on for about an hour or maybe even longer. The whole sky just lit up it was like a very expensive firework display what a grand finale to a grand day.
We have a much better video of this.

Wednesday  - After our hectic day yesterday we plan to relax & read a bit in the sunshine. Plans are thwarted early afternoon, as it is clouding over and a few rain showers appear. We saunter down the main street and do the shops. Later we find a wine bar & put our new knowledge of Sicilian wines to the test.

Thursday is Mr. F’s birthday,  I wake early as usual. Having also been woken several times in the night by my beloved drinking out of a plastic bottle, crackle crackle pop pop. Grr.

Weather is cloudy as predicted so after breakfast we follow Ian itinerary of interesting buildings.









 We do the Amphitheatre that has stunning views. Although cloudy it is an incredibly hot day. So after a couple of hours we stop for refreshment. I have an Aperol Spritz that is a bright orange drink that the ladies seem to enjoy. It is Aperol (orange bitters) prosecco and soda. Very nice & refreshing. We also have an Arancini (Italian scotch eggs, made with rice and various fillings) and sit outside a bar that looks very inviting and I have promised myself a sit here all week. Everything ticked off the list the sun comes out so we go back to the hotel to enjoy the sunshine and relax before the birthday dinner.





A return visit to Rosso Divino is Mr. F’s choice of venue and we are not disappointed. A glass of prosecco to welcome us is proffered, and enjoyed. We are shown a basket of fresh porcini mushrooms and various methods of cooking are debated. We choose it for a starter Carpaccio style with wild rocket, Parmesan and lemon. I had fish pasta for main & Ian had the best tuna of his whole life. Just seared and served with caramelized onions that had been cooked in red wine. An excellent bottle of red wine very light like a pinot Noir but Sicilian accompanied the meal. Both feeling in need of something sweet we opt to share a peach flambéed and served with ice cream. When it arrived it was the size of a small Galia melon – massive. It was so sweet, juicy and deliciously warm with a hint of booziness in the background. We were given a glass of dessert wine to accompany it, it was a perfect match. Bed 10.30 a late night!

We had a marvelous holiday, would have liked to have seen a bit more sunshine and less rain but could not complain about the temperature, not even a cardigan was required. Lots more to tell but have gone on enough me thinks. Do however prompt me to tell you the story of the DIY boob job, I happened to overhear poolside one afternoon.

Despite all that food & wine – sounds a lot but really we were sensible – not too much damage was registered on the bathroom scales upon our return

We do so love the culture of the evening stroll in warm air, pausing to talk drink & nibble a while watching the world go by…. Till the next time then.

Ah I forgot to mention this little sweetie and his mum who won the hearts of all the guests at the hotel. There was no fear that they would go hungry or thirsty in fact I think they must be the size of Tigers by now.







Tuesday, 12 August 2014

Bit of a catch up required

People are always asking me “What have you been doing?” I rack my brains & the answer is usually nothing much. Tell me then why is it so long since I have found time to write my diary?

Well here goes –


In May Ian went up to Newcastle to see some aging rockers, no not A & J, but a group called Yes. I was asked but said NO. Instead I went birding to RSPB Otmoor. Had a great morning. I was really pleased with myself, as now I am able to identify a lot of birds by sight & song.
The following weekend saw us both on a coach going to Rutland Water on the lookout for Ospreys. We got some magnificent views and Ian even tried digiscoping.  Later in the day we saw a glossy Ibis a lifer for me.
 Need to find some photos to put here.


Two weeks later we are heading into London to meet up with Sarah & Jon.  Now I am slightly injured have sprained my sartorial muscle (look it up). So I am somewhat hobbling more than usual. We meet Sarah & Jon in Marylebone as they spent the weekend in London staying in a hotel for their wedding anniversary.
We are going to Lords not for cricket this time but for a tour round. It is only a mile but soon Ian & Sarah have left poor Jon with me struggling along behind. Anyway we soon get there and are astounded at how many people are there. 75 of us all together so we are split in 2 groups. The tour is brilliant; it was great to see the changing rooms and the long room and to hear the many anecdotes from the guide. It was so exciting to go into the Media room.







It was a nice sunny day and they were preparing the ground for a match the following weekend so there were quite a few people about. Not as many as a test match. Of all the grounds I have visited Lords is my favourite.
Next stop is a Spanish restaurant that had been recommended to me by some one at work. Now we have done a fair amount of walking and it is a warm day as previously reported. So it was not very good that we had to wait at least 20 minutes to get a drink. Points are being deducted rapidly. Anyway 2 glasses of pink sparkly cava later & we are feeling a bit better. The food was very good but we did go a bit mad and ordered quite a few tapas.
The Iberico ham was delicious and I recall some lovely aubergine dish, suckling pig, octopus, squid, chicken and several veggie choices as well. After a while I think the other 3 did pudding as well. Suitably stuffed we left the Scotts to schmooze with the celebs at the Chiltern Fire house while we caught the next available train to Marlow. Stomach full, wallet empty. A great day.




The following weekend sees the start of June and the Winnings joined us in Marlow for the weekend. We all went to Twickenham to see the Barbarians v England play rugby.
Despite meticulous planning and research by me, we ended up have to romp a good mile plus to the ground, as the buses were all full and no taxis around. I was still in hobble mode so we got to the ground quite a while after the others.

It was Eleanors 1st professional rugby match and she liked it. The England side was not even the B team but all had a good time. Ian & Tom enjoyed pulling the team and tactics apart if nothing else.

It is now Mid June and HOLIDAY time. We are headed to Mykonos now here is a story. Where to begin?

Mykonos June 2014
Reason for going to a Greek Island ending in OS.
1.     We were given some BA air miles and it was the only place that we could find with the right flight times and price.

Full of fear of an 18-30 type location we booked the best hotel we could find. Boutique, pricey and away from the main beach and possible boom boom of any nightclubs. Job done.
This is just a sun holiday to refuel and top up the tan.
However a couple of months before we departed I received an email to say the hotel had been overbooked and we had been moved to another hotel. Which was slightly bigger, not boutique, right on the beach, cramped pool and no reduction in price. Despite ringing, emailing, demanding and cajoling we got absolutely nowhere. We could not find alternative accommodation so it was indeed with an even bigger fear that we set off for Mykonos and the Platinos Beach Hotel.
Waiting to board our flight we noticed that there were a lot of Americans waiting as well. Hmmm. Then there were 15 rows of business class seats all taken. No chance of an upgrade for Mr & Mrs F then. The flight was 90% residents of the USA and not an 18-30 stereotype to be seen.
Picked up from the airport by the hotel as promised the other occupants in the mini bus were yes American and staying in the hotel WE should have been in. I refrained from asking them when they booked.
Anyway we arrive at our hotel, it is blisteringly hot and the bright white & pale blue building shimmers in the late afternoon heat. We are given a small glass of sparkling wine (I am still sceptical of what we are going to receive here.) Our room however is a delight. We have the largest balcony in the hotel, the very large bed is made up with clean crisp linen and the aircon is blasting out very cool air.
There are 3 or 4 large luxury cruisers in the cove and the boom boom music is boom booming out. It was as I feared Oh dear. Ian tries to console me but I am not happy.
Welcome drink as it was poured. No I had not drunk half of it.

Bed

Balcony

View


We rapidly unpack and make our way outside to grab some supper from one of the many restaurants that line the sea front here. We end up walking to the far side and a typical Greek taverna where we eat in typical Greek style it was excellent. The walk back was not as pleasant as the walk there. By now it is dark & the cliff top path is a little treacherous, but you know me nimble as a mountain goat. Soon off to sleep in cool clean bed. Boom Boom has stopped.  But what was that noise, it sounded like a Peacock - too much Vino!


We soon find our feet, realise that the pool area is too hot & too cramped for us; the beach outside the hotel is also cramped. At Nicolas Taverna the sun beds are free not squished together & you can move them around. You also get the benefit of a walk there & back each day and a breeze that seems to elude the other beaches. I did plenty of swimming in the crystal clear warm sea and quite often had a dip in the hotel pool after the walk home.




We found out that despite being a party island Mykonos is more cosmopolitan than being Chavs’ Ville. Plenty of upmarket restaurants and quality food along with traditional Greek fare to be found. It appears to be the playground for wealthy Americans who travel via Heathrow for a week’s vacation and can you believe it Austrailians.
There are massive luxury cruisers all over the place & certain beaches are the place to be seen. The tenders (very posh speed boats) come & collect people from the quay outside our hotel. White leather seats and very tanned handsome men , suitably attired and with designer shades, driving them.

We can walk to 4 beaches from our hotel which we did  and also got a boat to one of the other beaches one morning. However the heat was blistering and we soon gave up and went to a cooler spot.

Some photos of Mykonos town.



Little Venice


Chic Greek cafe





It was a very hot holiday almost too hot for me, especially when I had a 24 hr. sickness thing going on. The people in the hotel were excellent and we could not fault the personal service that we received.  We did venture into the Nissaki Hotel where we should have been staying and it was indeed a cut above the other hotel. However they said we were welcome to use the facilities & even have our breakfast there. Still I was a bit put out after the visit, but I had to go you understand.

Cliff top walk

View across the bay to our hotel

Nikolas' fishing boat

Arty farty fishing net shot

Drying fish 


Peacock Rock
It was a peacock we heard on that first night. They are wild here and would call throughout the day. They lived up here on what is known to us as Peacock rock. It is right above the beach & Nikolas' taverna. If they made too much noise he would shout at them . "Quiet or tomorrow in the oven"


Nikolas Taverna



Just to update you on the boom boom. It was only that one night and never heard any during the day. There were no night clubs in Platios Gialos and even the Greek dancing nights finished early enough not to disturb. We slept well every night apart from the vomiting one.
We did have a lovely time; it was easy to get to and to get around the island. We caught the bus one day into Mykonos town. The tiny winding streets were packed full of expensive shops, none of your kiss me quick tat here! In fact we suffered slightly as a bottle of gin was about €23 – not even a Litre and tonic water was scarcer than hen’s teeth. The wine served in restaurants was on the other hand more than quaffable and a dignified amount of quaffing was done, not too much though!

Nicely toasted we returned home to a lovely warm & sunny Marlow.