London calling… again

Back in London this weekend. We’re between destinations at the moment, and enjoying a mini-break before we head off again. So whilst one of us went to see Hamilton (which by all accounts was amazing and well worth going to see if theatre’s your thing), I went to the British Museum to check out the…

Patisseries and packing

The worst part about leaving Paris, is not being able to bring all the food with us that we just didn’t have time to eat, like a truckload of patisseries! We both LOVE these fancy cakes, choux pastry, macaroons, and cakes that are almost too pretty to eat. Almost. We decided to start our morning…

Monet

I have often been in awe of gardeners, for their patience, the foresight and forethought towards laying out a garden, and for how their imaginations can dream up what a garden will look like when the seeds they plant become fully grown. One of my favourite gardens is that at Monet’s house, or Fondation Claude…

Better times

This morning was a little less exciting, though a touch frantic. In a homage to Harry Potter, we took an Uber from our hotel to the house where Maison de Nicholas Flamel once lived and worked. Having posed for the obligatory photos we then set off on foot to wander the streets, particularly Boulevard de…

Bonjour!

This blog post has been a little delayed, as you may have guessed. We’re staying at the Holiday Inn Elysees in, and the wifi is a little… iffy. We flew in last night, the 22nd, and today’s been a bit full-on since we woke up. I’m going to broach a subject that’s not mentioned a…

We made it!

I hate flying, that’s a given, but I have to say, the flight was good. But then it was short, so that’s always a good start! Since arriving we’ve hired a car, and driven in semi-darkness from the airport to the back of beyond – colloquial Aussie for ‘I have no bloody idea where we…

Off to Portugal we go…

You never really know how things are going to pan out when travelling… especially when the trip is also the testing ground for a new relationship. Some may consider it foolish or risky, to throw two people – who’re still only getting to know each other – into a confined space, in a foreign country,…

Days Six and Seven

Oh, we do like to be beside the seaside… It’s a famous, or infamous, line from a well known and cherished song, my parents know it, my grandparents used to sing it to me when I was a child (and other songs/rhymes I’ve long since forgotten all the words too), and it’s still true today….

Days Four and Five

After our day of respite we were reenergised and ready to head out once more into the ‘wilds’ of the north of England, also known as Cumbria and North Yorkshire. From Orton we headed southwest to Sedberg and then east along the Wensley Dale – infamous for hardy sheep, cheese, and Wallace & Gromit –…

Days Two and Three

Day two was the beginning of us really taking it easy, once again we arose late, we ate some brunch and talked about where we’d go and what we might do. Given that we were so reticent to leave it’s a wonder we saw anything at all, but eventually we did head off and our…