Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Boring Blog Business . . .



I've been away. Mentally and Physically. Jaunts down south (to a farm stay) and the beach house as well as jaunts to nurseries to plant the garden for spring. Mentally my mind continually vacates to the images and ideas flirting floating around cyber space.
Pinterest be gone! (just kidding . . . come back, sorry! I love you!)



So here's a blurry, visual and sloppy catch up - images and quick captions. Better something than nothing right? (the procrastinator in me keeps arguing for better photos and more time to write poetically and thoughtfully. The realist in me says "who you kidding?" and the optimist says "share the little that you have - it's all life and it's all good enough"



A jaunt to Bridgetown - historical, crafty, thrifty, tasty and pretty much 
everything else we love in a small community


Young  man had his first coffee - well a Mocha to be precise - with a very weak shot of espresso. 
I keep telling him he's got the rest of his life to discover the perils of caffeine 
but he was curious and his friends have tried it.. blah blah… teenagers!)


The locals told me that in winter they call it Fridgetown because it gets so blooming cold.
I loved it and I'm definitely heading back


The coffee saga continued and after much arguing I agreed to let Young Prince have an
Iced Coffee (decaf - shhh don't tell him that) and thank the heavens he didn't like it!
Mum scores and we go back to having quality hot chocolates and milkshakes.


The beach house was a haven (as it always is) for reading, board games, period dramas, foot spas, 
long walks along the beach, killer pasta dishes and family chatter


Treasures were found and dragged home...


… galleries were visited - this piece Humanature by Kim Perrier


of course there was thrifting...


… and sorting ...


.. and planting - we've decided to concentrate on tomatoes this year.
Herbs too - but we thought instead of harvesting a little of everything with a lot of 
trial and error (not to mention slugs and snails) thrown in for good measure - why not see how
we fare planting many varieties of just one veg - or in this case fruit. Fingers crossed!
Having said that I did recently discover these guys and so I ordered THIS and THIS
Hoping to cultivate a few hot seedlings as Christmas gifts.


On the lazier Sunday mornings we trample (pyjama clad) up the back of the 
garden to sit with with the chooks. Our oldest gal Roz has gone broody (AGAIN) but we aren't
going to put chicks underneath her this time - maybe next year though. She's such a wonderful 
mother hen it would be a shame to not let her raise a few more feathered friends.


I'm still working at my Floral Design course - with an eye on improving my bouquet techniques.
I luuuuurve flowers  - have you noticed? This bunch of Stock, Verbena, Irish Bells and Delphiniums
lasted 9 days before showing signs of giving up the ghost. Just goes to show that regular water changes and stem trimming really do make a difference with cut flowers.


We've had blissful days of misty drizzle too and Young Prince has been rising early in order to
"get the most out of his vacation"
This lasted for the first three days of holidays … then we were straight back to sleeping in
(teenagers)


I've been striking succulents (another Christmas gift idea I have brewing)
and purchasing preserve jars and mason jars for other homemade loveliness
(we also sorted out our pantry - a three hour job that delivered more satisfaction
than I would ever have imagined possible for such a menial task - I would've taken before and 
after photos had I thought this a blog worthy moment but it was not until we'd completed 
the job, stood back, surveyed the VAST improvement and realised what a mahoosive 
difference an organised pantry space makes  - I smile every time I reach for 
a clearly labelled jar of just about anything now . . . small things - big change)



Speaking of small things - Hubby fixed the running loo.
It ran for quite sometime. It drove us nuts. We kept closing 
it off at the wall to save water wastage. We also procrastinated at calling
the plumber - hoping that something else would go wrong so that it seemed
worthy of a visit from a man charging tiny fortunes to replace washers.

Then came You Tube, Bunnings and steely determination.
(He's so chuffed with himself I swear he'd like 
to wear his underpants on the outside - even for just a day)


However . . .
His success has cast a shadow over my failure.
Kefir - cannot - will not - has not - shall not.
So here's where You Tube and steely determination DID NOT succeed.
(I mean come on . . . I wrapped it up and gave it a heat pad - how much 
more love can you show a strain of bacteria?)





. . . and finally, visits with nieces and nephew
Which are always enough to make my heart sing

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So that's my world and all that's been buzzing around it lately.

Big plans, changes and dreams are on their way though.
New look for here, new ideas for work and adventures for 2015
Stay tuned!

In the meantime please tell me what's been happening in your
corner of the universe - spare no details.
I like details.

In finishing off I thought I'd link to a video that has me simply mesmerised
(the song's not bad either!)




Talk soon
xx 



Monday, May 5, 2014

The Mount Washington Hotel in Bretton Woods, NH


About three years ago I watched a documentary titled Stephen Fry in America 
& fell in love with the area known as New England. 
Fast forward to this year and I was blessed


Now let me just go back to the documentary (which is absolutely worth the watch)
and a short scene where Mr Fry introduces us to the Mount Washington Hotel.
(Situated in Bretton Woods and nestled at the base of Mount Washington itself)


From the moment he walked through the main hall right up until 
he sipped tea on the back balcony … 
I. Was. Smitten.
You can read more about the history HERE  and (as you can see by my humble 
attempts at photographing the magnificence of the place) - it truly is an
intriguing and jaw droppingly beautiful location.


I clearly remember saying to my Husband 
"One day I'd like to drink tea there"
(Thinking to myself… a distant bucket list item for sure)


Well (as is the general theme in my marriage)
I'm one of those very blessed gals whose Husband keeps making
her dreams come true.


When we drove up toward the building itself I was 
already goose bumpy with anticipation and the inevitable 
"mad camera clicking began"


The boys went ahead to organise a booking for high tea.
I walked around with my mouth hanging wide open, 
pausing every now and then only to take a photo 
(and grin like a fool)


We were tended to by a waiter named Bill, from Kentucky 
who proceeded to walk us through the menu and tea selection.


Still grinning like a fool I was unable to take 
my eyes off the table settings and the view that 
greeted you through every window...


.. then I looked at the menu and ...


…. well you can just imagine ...


… I was IN HEAVEN


There was even a tea specially blended from ingredients 
only found in the local region...


… I realised very early on that I had better stop snapping ...


… no matter how tempting ….


… and simply ….


… be in the moment...


… savour the moment...


… and treasure the moment...



(every table had its own unique posy!)


(the reception desk)


(had it been just a tad warmer we would have dined in the 
exact spot that Mr Fry imbibed his brew. Not that I minded!)


As we sipped our brew and dined on scoffed  our mouth watering 
treats we marvelled at the birds of prey circling outside…


… as well as the magnificent view we had of mountain peaks
(only a hour or so later and the fog had set in making it all impossible to see)



If you are ever in this part of the world I cannot recommend a visit
to this National Treasure highly enough.
High Tea was very reasonably priced and the grounds
of the hotel are an attraction in their own right.

We vowed that next time we visited we would 
actually check in and stay for a few days.

I think I'd even go so far as to say it's one of the 
most 
beautiful places I've ever seen in my life.

Oh…
... and the tea was top notch too.


Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Land of the Free… Home of the Brave

Washington DC

When Francis Scott Key penned those words he was not vacationing with family and staying in luxury hotels. Quite the opposite. He was inspired by the nation's flag flying victoriously after the Battle of Fort McHenry in the War of 1812. A flag not yet as iconic as it was destined to become, and words that were not yet as well recognised as they are today. My trip to The United States of America has opened my eyes to much of it's history, it's spirit and it's breathtaking beauty. Forgive me peoples but an indulgent (oh so very indulgent) vacation calls for an indulgent blog post. So here goes…

The National Cherry Tree Festival

MoMa

Soho NYC

The Highline

Brooklyn NYC

New York - outer suburbs

Central Park

Central Park - the pond

Manhattan Brownstones

American Museum of Natural History 

NYC - fire escapes

Top of the Rock

Rockerfeller Center

Grand Central Station

The Waldorf Astoria

The Bellevue Mansions - Rhode Island

Harvard University,  Boston Massachusetts

The Washington Nationals - Nationals Park

Cookie Monster at the American History Smithsonian

Boston,  Massachusetts

Adirondacks overlooking Newport Harbour 

Newport Rhode Island

Salem Massachusetts

Kangamagus Highway


If only these images could convey the epic nature of a family vacation that maximised every waking second of every day. I have edited well beyond my level of comfort and I have decided to leave a few highlights out since they deserve a post of their own. What these images surely will convey is the impressive diversity in our experience. We enjoyed history, architecture, scenery, sports, food, tourist hot spots, "off the beaten track" gems, nature and last but not least *luxury accommodation. 

America you are fabulous. A land of contrast, contradiction, charm and diversity. Your history is impressive and sobering, your cities are bustling and vibrant, your hospitality is gracious and your food is um… how to put this politely… FULL ON! You do nothing by halves and you have the balls to prove it whenever given the chance. You are familiar through popular culture yet elusive in your history and politics. You stand up for that basic human right  - freedom - and you don't mind being ostentatious whenever the moment allows. You can be bright, bold and belligerent as well as calm, cooperative and clandestine. I have only scratched your surface and yet I feel full to the brim with inspiration and awe. Thank you. We will be back! 

Thank you to those who followed my adventures on Instagram. It was exciting to think that I was actually only a train or bus ride away from some of my favourite fellow bloggers. I felt utterly spoilt and quite emotional at times. My boys took such great care of me and watching them bond was an added bonus. Seeing the USA through the eyes of a teenager is quite an education let me tell you. We returned grateful for our spacious and sparsely populated city. We returned richer within our souls, inspired and if at all possible closer as a family. Travel imparts a treasure unlike any and for this experience we are truly grateful. This is not the last you'll be hearing about my EPIC adventure and for your patience I thank you in advance. Til then I'll stop nattering and leave you with one of my favourite  images …


 * can you imagine my reaction when Hubby and Young Prince take me to the Waldorf Astoria and pretend that we are only staying for a fancy high tea, only to surprise me by telling me that we are booked to stay there for the last week of our trip. The WALDORF ASTORIA!! Needless to say it was a fabulous treat and a memory I'll cherish forever. 

♥♥♥To both my dudes… Thank you guys. I love you to the moon and back. Always. ♥♥♥

PS - I still have to tell you about the Chelsea Flower District (swoon), the Mount Washington Hotel (swoon & faint) and The National Cherry Tree Festival (swoon, faint and drool)  and The Museum Of Modern Art (swoon, faint, drool and cuss) … like I said. EPIC.

Oh and one last thing… I've captioned & provided links to all but one photo. So that you can read and explore these amazing places as well. If I were to even try I'm sure my tongues would fall off.