If it's Monday, then we must be back from a weekend in London and packing to fly to Amsterdam this afternoon. The weather in London was patchy. Warm and humid, breezy at times and intermittent showers. The train to London takes around 1 hour and 20 minutes. It's legal to drink on trains, so Drew and Keith tell us that the evening trips for commuters can be drunken ones. We left at 3:30, so just a can of Gin and Tonic each. An annual ticket to commute be...

Could this mean I have finally caught up? Perhaps all but some photo posts. This will be the last blog for a few days. We had a quiet couple of days on the Isle of Wight after Drew and Keith returned to Southampton. A day wring blogs and loading Photo albums here in Southampton on Thursday and today …. Friday, we take the train to London. Ches and Drew are attending a Cordon Bleu course on making macarons on Saturday while Keith and I will visit Apsley...

A few people have commented on why I spend so much time writing this blog. It's not only to share with fiends but because I've found over the years that writing a blog embeds the memories of the holiday more clearly. I also use it to put together photobooks for each of our holidays. The ones for Italy and France also contain massive numbers of recipes. For the UK, I used to record recipes for things like Eccles Cakes and Colston Buns or Portland Cake. This time, ...

It's Sunday morning (this was 4 days ago, it's now Wednesday. Addendum it's 5:30am and I'm sitting on the couch when a mountain hare hops up to the floor to ceiling glass window to say hello. I'd seen one yesterday, but he/she just hopped across the lawn without stopping to say hello. This one came right up to the window not two metres away from me and stared at me for some time.) Back to Sunday … we all decided to go for a walk down the lane we had dri...

The advantage in writing my blogs days after the event is that I can make corrections or insert new things we have learned. Fort example, last week we were in North West Herefordshire. If you ever visit, we can save you some embarrassment. They don't pronounce the letter "o" in the beginning of names such as Leominster and Woebley. So they are Leminster and Webley. How Wooloomooloo would suffer under the Herefords. Where are we today. Oh! That's r...