A bloody good brunch

After Zurich I stayed in London for the weekend. On Saturday Mike and I headed over to Shoreditch to meet up with friends at Penkul and Banks for brunch that included unlimited processco and bloody marys – best brunch idea ever!

I lost count of how many prossecos and bloody mary's we had.

 

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A bloody good brunch

It was the first time I had seen everyone since getting my camera for my birthday, Laura decided to test it out for me…

A bloody good brunch

We had some good conversations about beards whilst having lots of bubbly top ups.

Beards.

I lost count of how many prossecos and bloody mary’s we had!

I am still getting used to being a ‘blogger’ and totally forgot to take a picture of any of the food, so you will just have to take my word for it that it was good! As were the bottomless drinks – which left a certain someone slightly tipsy, mentioning no names… Laura!!

Rawlins took a little fancy to the lady serving us and decided to write a note leaving his number and left it with our bill. We didn’t realise her friends were sat on the table next to us and when they heard about it they read the note and decided Rawlo needed to rewrite it and insisted a smiley face was added!

Champagne cycles.

Lots of input for the note!

Lots of input for the note!

Rawlo and his note!

:)

:)

A bloody good brunch

After the bar closed at Penkul we moved on to a few pubs, the boys wanted to watch the football so Laura and I headed elsewhere to escape and have a coffee.

A bloody good brunch

Rat and I have birthdays that are close so we always do something joint to celebrate (the more celebrations the better!) and this year decided to go to Clutch for dinner. We met up with some more friends on the way and headed over to Hackney. Clutch is located in what looks like the middle of a housing estate, so feels quite strange sat outside a yellow building on fake grass drinking cocktails. Apparently Mary J Blige had been in earlier for lunch and the guys that had been before raved about it so I was excited to try the food. Of course more cocktails and bloody marys were needed first!

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A bloody good brunch A bloody good brunch A bloody good brunch A bloody good brunch

A bloody good brunch

A bloody good brunch A bloody good brunch

It didn’t disappoint, so much so I took two food photos then gave up to prioritise eating!

Lemon and parmesan chicken goujons.

Lemon and parmesan chicken goujons.

A bloody good brunch

Zurich, Switzerland

Back in September I travelled to Zurich in Switzerland with work, it was quite last minute getting asked on Thursday and flying on Monday! I arrived late on Monday night after a delayed flight. It was already dark by the time the plane landed so I didn’t get to see much of Switzerland in the journey from the airport to the hotel. I went straight to bed as soon as I arrived at the hotel… Why does travelling make you feel so tired even though for most of it you’re sat around not doing anything!

The next day, after finishing work I went for a wander around Zurich Lake and then through the city centre (although it’s a pretty small city and felt more like a village). In the summer there are areas of Zurich Lake that you can swim in, but it’s too cold for that in September!

Zurich Lake.

Zurich Lake.

Zurich Lake.

Zurich Lake.

Ganymed Sculpture.

Ganymed Sculpture.

After wandering around the lake I walked along the river, past Fraumünster Church and St Peters Church.

Fraumünster church (with the green spire) and St Peters in the back ground.

Fraumünster Church (with the green spire) and St Peters in the background.

St Peters Church across the lake.

St Peters Church across the lake.

Grossmünster is part of ‘old town’ Zurich…

Grossmünster ("great minster") Church

Grossmünster (“great minster”) Church

There are trams all around the city centre. I definitely felt like the tourists you see taking pictures of the tubes in London snapping this.

Trams in Zurich.

Swiss Houses.

Swiss houses and apartments.

Tram Lines, Zurich city centre.

Tram lines, Zurich city centre.

I didn’t really fancy eating in a restaurant (not quite used to solo travelling just yet) so went to a local supermarket to get a few things to take back to the hotel. The pick and mix was very tempting!

Lindt Pick & Mix

I made the mistake of food shopping when hungry and ended up buying way too much. But it made for a good hotel bed picnic!

Hotel bed picnic, St Gothards.

Hotel bed picnic, St Gothards.

If my family are reading this… act surprised when you get your Swiss gifts!

Lindt chocolate presents!

Lindt chocolate presents!

 

Brunch in Westbourne

Brunch in Westbourne.

After a long lazy lie-in, Mike and I got up and walked into Westbourne for breakfast. We decided to walk through the Chine so I could practise taking pictures for this blog malarkey.

'Casual' stroll mode.

‘Casual’ stroll mode.

Brunch in Westbourne.

Throwing a few maple tree seed helicopters was essential pre brunch activities…

Finding suitable helicopters.

Finding suitable helicopters.

Launch pad.

Launch pad.

We are very lucky where we live (in the ‘Treehouse’!) and Alum Chine is right on our doorstep. When you walk down into the Chine you are below road level and all you can hear are birds and all you can see are trees, it really is beautiful! Despite moving in to the flat in March we hadn’t walked this way through the Chine yet, only going the other way towards the beach. We learnt that Robert Louis Stevenson used to live overlooking the chine…. In good company!

Brunch in Westbourne. Brunch in Westbourne.

Alum Chine bridge,

Alum Chine bridge,

After walking the wrong way and delighting in the fact that if we walk through the Chine we are only a stones throw away from the Living Room (amazing breakfasts) we headed to Le Petit Prince – a family-run patisserie bakery and cafe on Seamoor Road in Westbourne.

Le Petit Prince.

Le Petit Prince.

Brunch in Westbourne. Brunch in Westbourne. Brunch in Westbourne.

You can tell what has been popular!

You can tell what has been popular!

It’s quite small inside and is always full but luckily some people left just as we arrived so we pounced in the empty table.

Mike and I couldn’t decide from the menu so got two different orders and shared half each. We went for ‘The Hungry Fox’ (Westbourne glory sausage, shropshire blue cheese, lime pickled onions and romaine lettuce) and ‘The Prince’s Tale Continued…’ (sweet chilli, sesame and lime crayfish tails with lime and avacado, thai mayo and lettuce leaves). They were both delicious! I can’t recommend the place strongly enough, the drinks were very tasty as well. I had lime and lemonade that disappeared quickly and Mike enjoyed his coffee so much so that we bought a bag of whole coffee beans to take home. A good excuse to test the coffee grinder my Mum & Dad got me for my birthday!

The menu at Le Petit Prince & some cheese straws whilst deciding what to have.

The menu at Le Petit Prince & some cheese straws whilst deciding what to have.

Brunch in Westbourne. Brunch in Westbourne.

Mike mid coffee.

Mike mid coffee.

Enjoying the fresh lime and lemonade.

Enjoying the fresh lime and lemonade.

Brunch in Westbourne.

It’s always good to go nearer the end of lunchtime, the last couple of times we have gone at this time, we have been given fresh cakes and bread to take home.

Freebies.

Freebies.

Important Saturday scores check.

Important Saturday scores check.

Westbourne Arcade.

Westbourne Arcade.

We meandered through Westbourne back towards home and then headed to John Lewis to buy a light for our Living Room. Both our families were kind enough to give us money towards a light for a moving-in present. Now it will probably sit in its box waiting to be out up for three months like the kitchen light!

Alphabet Dates: Crabbing

Mike and I are alphabet dating…. ‘as it says on the tin’ – a date based on each letter of the alphabet. I only remembered to take pictures from date C onwards, so A (art) and B (bike ride to Boscombe) are missing!

It was Mike’s turn to think of something. As I haven’t ever been crabbing before (despite being a born and raised seaside girl) he decided we would go down to Mudeford Quay and give it a go.

September sunshine.

September sunshine.

Swans - pretty, but so aggressive!

Swans – pretty, but so aggressive!

We bought some bait (mackerel, although crabs seem to be very partial to a bit of raw bacon), a bucket and a line and got started. It took a while to catch our first crab, but it was worth the wait, it was a whopper!

Mike showing me how it's done.

Mike showing me how it’s done.

Crabbing, Mudeford Quay

Crabbing, Mudeford Quay

 

It’s quite a popular spot, there were people lined all along the quay wall.

Popular spot!

Some people were taking the easy route and using nets, one family we saw caught over 100!

I think they counted to over 100!

Big un' and little un'.

Big un’ and little un’.

Releasing back to the sea.

Releasing crabs back to the sea.

Now to think of an activity beginning with D…

Weekend away at IOW

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To celebrate mine and Iain’s birthday with the Beach Boys and B’s we decided to head over to the Isle of Wight for a weekend away. Everyone met up at Lymington where Iain’s parents kindly dropped us over in their boat.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW.

We took a suitable amount of luggage for a night’s stay….

Weekend away at IOW.

After setting up camp we decided to walk the coastal path heading back towards Yarmouth stopping at every watering hole en route. The first place we came across was The Hut which was lovely, right on the waters edge with great views across the sea. We ordered a bucket of beers and a bottle of Prosecco and got into h-o-l-i-d-a-y mode!

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

The Hut.

The Hut.

Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

We walked along the beach, the boys skimmed a few pebbles and then headed inland to continue walking along the coastal path.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Some of the guys found a empty boat to hide in and jumped out at the girls, cue screams!!

Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

On to the next stop where more beers and bubbles were being consumed when Woodley pulled out a birthday competition. Girls vs. boys in a puzzle. The girls obviously won…. by a mile! But there was a slight issue with Lydia and I putting our boyfriends faces on the wrong body… Oops!

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Thumbs up for the winners.

Thumbs up for the winners.

Mixed up Mike & Iain.

Mixed up Mike & Iain.

We had dinner booked at On the Rocks, one of Iain’s “top ten restaurants” and it did not disappoint! You pick your meat (everyone went with steak, except prawns for brace-face me) then they bring out a HOT volcanic slab for everyone. You cook your meat yourself at your table whilst they bring unlimited chips and salad, yum!

We finished dinner with some edible birthday writing and birthday shots for us and the waitress. Iain had an extra special drink for being the oldest out of the birthday brats! Not so yum.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

Weekend away at IOW. Weekend away at IOW.

We headed out for some more drinks and I decided to put my camera away in a safe place for the night!

The next day, en route home, Woodley pulled out a crabbing kit and the guys had a go beside Lymington Station. No sooner had the spam hit the water that we got asked to vacate. Maybe we can try again when we return to celebrate New Year’s Eve!

 

Illegal crabbing.

Illegal crabbing.

Weekend away at IOW.

 

Bournemouth Airshow 2014

Every year Bournemouth holds an air show at the end of August – this year it was from Thursday 28th – 31st August 2014.

Mike and I went down to the beach on Saturday afternoon to watch some of the planes. You could hear them roaring over the flat in the morning. It was quite cold but the beach was packed!

The Red Arrows without a doubt being my highlight Even though they do the same routine and I have watched them every year since I can remember at the Weymouth Carnival when I was younger, they are still great to watch!

Not ideal August beach wear!

Not ideal August beach wear!

Bournemouth Airshow 2014.

Miss Demeanour

Miss Demeanour

The Vulcan

The Vulcan

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

The famous Red Arrows heart.

The famous Red Arrows heart.

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

Apparently they can fly 6 feet apart – pretty impressive!

Red Arrows.

Red Arrows.

We went back down to the beach on the Sunday. It was much warmer so didn’t need the jumpers and jeans from the day before and brought out the summer wear!

Bournemouth Airshow 2014.

Flotilla.

Flotilla.

Paddleboarders.

Paddleboarders.

Beach huts at Alum Chine.

Beach huts at Alum Chine.

Alum Chine beach looking towards Bournemouth Pier.

Alum Chine beach looking towards Bournemouth Pier.

Busy Alum Chine beach.

Busy Alum Chine beach.

Jade and Rat were visiting from London so they came down and joined us. Jade and I tested the selfie mode on the camera.

Jade and I

Jade and I

Mike and I enjoyed a jug of pimms in the sunshine and went swimming in the sea. Turned out to be the last dip of the year.

Pimms!

Pimms!

Some more shots of the planes that went over Bournemouth Bay (mostly taken by Mike!).

B-17 Sally-B Flying Fortress.

B-17 Sally-B Flying Fortress.

Lancaster Bomber and Rolls Royce Spitfire.

Lancaster Bomber and Rolls Royce Spitfire.

Miss Demeanour.

Miss Demeanour.

The very blog-inning!

So here is my first blog post!

After quite a few months of saying I was starting one, here I finally go!

As well as reading a gazillion blogs, my Daddy-o has inspired me to start a blog… he has kept diaries since I can remember. I like picking out a day from a random year and reading what our family were up to.

Here are a few pictures to show you what I mean…

 

Years of memories

Years of memories

 

A lovely drawing of my Dad by me

A lovely drawing of my Dad by me

Dad diary excerpts