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14
Mar
2010
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Saracen’s Head, Chelmsford

A bit of a sinking feeling, fortunately averted.

Rich’s mum came over for mothers’ day weekend, with Ean and Vikki and we’d booked ourselves into the Saracen’s Head for lunch.

A bit of a spur of the moment booking after the other places we tried were either full or had gone ‘family friendly’ and installed ball pools. Still, it looked nice and the menu was good.

Then we had to change our booking, and that’s when I found the reviews. Terrible, terrible reviews. And even worse, an episode of Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares in the kitchen there when it was called D-Place. Lots of Ramsay swearing and then, apparently, it went bust.

According to the News of the World:

In Chelmsford, Essex, D-Place went bust just two weeks after the cameras left. Owner Israel Pons said: “The menu Ramsay came up with was extremely poor. We dropped 50 per cent in sales. He wasn’t the saviour everyone seemed to think he would be.”

This, I kept quiet about. It was far too late for us to go anywhere else.

I’m so glad I did. The service may have been a little slow, but food was excellent, and Ean even declared the pate the best he had ever tasted.

If I could remember where I’d read the reviews I’d head back and add my own, refuting them.

Out of five? A good four.

07
Mar
2010
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Walking in Cressing

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It’s a long, long time since I’ve been to Cressing. I went years ago, when I was a student and had no money on a day off college and turned around when I got to the barns and saw that you had to pay to get in.

Anyhow, today we headed back there. The sun was out for pretty much the first time since October and it felt like the first weekend of spring, so we dug out the walks book and opened on a random page. This is where it took us.

The walk, which started in White Notley, followed a short stretch of the Essex Way, an 80-odd mile footpath that stretches from Epping to Harwich through surprisingly unspoiled countryside.

White Notley itself is little more than a small town, with the dinkiest train station (one platform, one track, no car park) sat at the start of the walk. We quickly broke away from the road, past old farm buildings and across ploughed fields.

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Eventually we found ourselves at the famed Templar barns, now coming up for 900 years old and in remarkable condition. If you’d told me they were replicas, build five years ago I could quite have believed you.

We didn’t go in. We got diverted by the tea shop and sat reading about what was inside them, but as soon as we discovered it was waxwork people and ‘display boards’ (yawn) we skipped the cultural bit and headed off across the fields again.

All in all, though, an excellent walk of four and a bit miles out in the middle of nowhere. Let’s hope this heralds the start of a good summer of walking. We could do with it after the winter we’ve just had.

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06
Mar
2010
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New chickens!

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We’ve got some new chickens. Our little flock of three was always supposed to be a starting point, from which we’d eventually expand to 10 or so over time. Well, today was the first step in that expansion.

We’ve had Barbara, Gerry and Margo for a year and a half now, so it was a bit of a shock for them when Gabrielle, chicken and chicken appeared in the coop overnight. They should have been chicken, chicken and chicken as we were determined not to give them names, but one of them has a dodgy eye, and so she immediately became Gabrielle.

Whether it’s this that makes her such a softie, I don’t know, but she is very happy being picked up and held. I even put her on my lap and she just sat there without me hanging on to her.

Anyhow, as recommended we dropped them into the coop tonight when the other chickens were in bed so they’ll all wake up together tomorrow morning.

I’ll track their progress over on my other blog, Blagger. Check it out to see how they’re getting on.

28
Feb
2010
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Walking back in time

A lucky escape. A bit of a grotty weekend and then an unexpected break in the clouds. Too good an opportunity to pass up, we jumped in the car and drove out to Ingatestone to walk.

There is a loop you can take, out past the end of the village, along the lanes towards Stock and then back on yourself past Ingatestone Hall, the setting for the BBC’s most recent adaptation of Bleak House, across the railway line and into the village to head back to your start point.

While we were walking it, keeping an eye on the fast-approaching rain clouds, I had the rather shocking realisation that it’s probably 18 years (or more) since I last walked it. That’s literally half a lifetime away, yet it feels so recent.

We did – just – make it back to the car as the first spots of rain began to fall, and as we slammed the doors and buckled up the heavens opened. That was our lucky escape. Despite the inclement weather, though, it’s reminded me how nice it is walking around there, and as soon as it’s held off long enough for the fields to dry out properly, I’d like to head back and rediscover some of the other walking routes of my youth.

14
Feb
2010
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Abbaworld at Earls Court

Abba Polar Studio

So we found ourselves in London, waking up in a very nice hotel on Saturday morning courtesy of a night out with Adobe on Friday. Now, neither of us is a great fan of taking the train into town on a weekend, so the opportunity to do something different when we were there anyway was too good to pass up.

Abbaworld it was.

This is an exhibition under Earls Court that started a couple of weeks ago and runs for a couple of months. ‘25 rooms of memorabilia’, it promised, and that’s exactly what you got.

Original outfits, press clippings, about a billion gold discs*, a reproduction of the studio where they recorded all of their songs, the front of the helicopter from the Arrival album cover (they said, but we had our doubts), more gold discs, and more TVs showing clips and interviews than Agnetha could shake her hips at.

Now I had guessed it would take us a couple of hours to go around it (Rich thought I was overestimating) but as we looked at our watches on the way back out it had been three hours. And that was without doing any of the karaoke, dancing or performing with the hologram Abba. That has to be good, doesn’t it? Doubly so since we’d not noticed the time passing.

So, recommended? Very much. If you’re in London already and don’t have to struggle in on third-rate public transport it’s about as close as you’re going to get to the Abba experience without a time machine.

* possibly actually fewer

08
Jan
2010
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Snow snow snow

The gritters have been out every night for the last 24 nights now, but they’ve still not come down our street. After a brief melting clear-up over Christmas week the snow came back this week, and by yesterday afternoon we had a good five inches of the stuff in the garden. The poor chickens were scratching their way through it, trying to find the grubs on the floor of their run, and their water is freezing every day, which makes for some early morning dousing with the kettle. Not good when you’re rushing to work.

Except we’re not rushing to work. We’ve both been working at home since Wednesday, and I have to say that looking at the same screen all that time is starting to drive me a little stir crazy.

The trouble is, you start at eightish rather than your regular start time, and you finish… well, whenever you’ve finished what you need to do, which means that we’ve been working ten or so hours a day. Great for the productivity – not so great for the sanity.

I wasn’t actually going to write about the snow because it’s all a bit British obsessionish, isn’t it. The weather, I mean. It’s been leading all the news bulletins, though, and everyone is saying ‘ooh, it’s like 1963/1981′, so I guess I ought to put something down for when people start asking where I was during the great 2010 snow-in.

Here’s a picture from Nasa:

Snow covering the UK

Pretty comprehensive, isn’t it.

The scientific explanation is Siberian gales sweeping in from the north-east which means, rather unusually, that the weather is coming in by way of Norfolk rather than Cornwall and Wales. Hence the severity. Norfolk is quite flat and there’s nothing to stop it.

Last night marked a record low of -22 degrees. Not here, fortunately, where it’s been down to the mid-teens, but a few hundred miles north.

Actually, we’ve probably been colder than mid-teens but the rules for measuring it have changed (the local rag reliably informs me). You’re not allowed to brush the snow off your sensor now, apparently, so if it gets covered up then it no longer accurately records the air temperature, but the warmer reading under the snow. Spoilsports.

It’s certainly turned the outhouse into a good walk-in fridge. Even with an oil-filled radiator in there chugging away 24 hours a day, the warmest we can make it right now is one degree. One paltry degree. Still, it’s keeping all our food nice and fresh and at least the pipes aren’t bursting in the laundry room.

They’ve started rationing gas to big factories so that there’s plenty left for domestic users, but if things start to get really tight and they start rationing home users, too, we’ll have to move the radiator into the house and sit around it at close quarters. I don’t like to think what’ll happen to our home-made yoghurt then.

We’ll probably risk frostbite and fractured elbows with a walk up to the pub this evening to get ourselves out of the house.

Wish us luck.

07
Jan
2010
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How to wrap a cat for Christmas

Oscar loves to help with wrapping presents. Particularly if there are bows and ribbons involved. He particularly likes sitting on the paper when you’re trying to fold it around a present.

Hadn’t occurred to me that he might stand for as much as this cat does, though.

02
Jan
2010
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Christmas 2009

Somehow it’s a month since Christmas. I know it doesn’t look like that, but I’m writing this at the end of January and backdating.

Christmas was busy, you see. Too much to eat, too much to do, too much snow (although not actually on Christmas Day) and plenty of people to see. We decamped to Galleywood on Christmas Eve for the traditional pheasant casserole (vegetable pie for some of us) and stayed over so we didn’t have to drive home. Oscar and the chickens spent Christmas Day alone with a feeding/watering visit from next door to keep them entertained.

Christmas Day itself was the usual carnival of food: cheesy toast for breakfast, a late lunch when everyone had assembled and a buffet we didn’t need but all enjoyed in the evening. I do think the telly went on once. In fact I’m sure it didn’t, and I’m glad Christmases are like that now. Years ago we would have had it on from the end of lunch until bed, but now we play games or cards and talk about how we’ve all eaten too much.

Oh, and Viv told us about the time she sat on a jellyfish. I don’t think either of them particularly enjoyed the experience.

We toyed with the idea of staying over on Christmas night, too, but in the end came home to a very grateful cat. It was ultimately the thought of all the preparations would have to do the next morning – Boxing Day – that brought us back. Sue and Bart were coming down, dad was coming over, and Sal and Dan were coming with Will, all in time for lunch.

It’s a frightening thought that this is already the third Boxing Day lunch we’ve cooked in this house.

This year it was lasagne, but I think we would all have been happy with a snack. Still, all but a couple of spoonfuls were eaten and the chickens polished off the end of it.

Sue and Bart stayed for two days; dad popped in and out over the Christmas period, and on Monday we drove up to Lowestoft to see Ean and Vikki and the ever elusive Boo, who did us the honour of staying in and letting us tickle her.

It was a good Christmas. We have a few programmes stacked up to watch, and now have plenty of books to read and DVDs to enjoy throughout the year, but much though we enjoyed ourselves I think we’re all glad to get back to normality after the busy festive season.

01
Jan
2010
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Why I won’t be making any new year resolutions

I’m not one for resolutions. If the turning of a calendar page is the only thing that can inspire change in your life, then your ruts are so deep you’ll probably never climb out of them.

Looking back to today’s entry from 2003, though, I see that I made a list of three ‘things I want (and intend) to do before 2004′.

That’s seven years ago now, so how well did I do?

Not well at all. To quote:

1. Travel to Russia, preferably on the train that runs from Paris to Moscow. Currently thinking end of March / beginning of April would be good for this one.

Still not done that. Still would like to, but know that it won’t happen by March or April of this year, either. Life, somehow, gets so busy that things like this get moved onto a ‘wannado’ list, rather than an ‘amdoing’. That’s wrong, I know, but isn’t it the same for everyone?

2. Sell some of my photos and/or have them shown somewhere.

Nope. Not done that, either. My photo collection now spans a couple of drives and is several gigabytes in size, but most of my photography at the moment is snaps with a point and shoot. Rather than aiming to sell or show my photos, then, perhaps I should just aim to get out there and take more of them. That’s the fun bit, after all, and would surely be more manageable, wouldn’t it?

3. Write my book (this one has been on the list for the last five years, so perhaps it should be downgraded to ‘make substantial progress on the book’).

Well, I did make fairly substantial progress on a book. I got to 115,000 words before it petered out, about half way through the story, and looking back on that first attempt I can see why: it was awful. Really terrible, largely because I didn’t have a plan, so I didn’t really know where my characters were going.

Also, I hadn’t ‘killed my darlings’: there were too many little turns of phrase that I thought were great and couldn’t possibly be excised.

Of course they weren’t great at all, as I can now clearly see, and they made the whole thing awkward and uncomfortable.

I still have the first draft, but don’t plan on doing anything with it.

It took me until last year to start work on a second fiction book, and rather than jump in with both feet and a keyboard, I planned it out properly with a written outline and character profiles. Looking back at that outline I see it was created on 9 April, and the first draft of the book was completed on 23 September, so it only took five and a half months to plan and write. The editing has so far taken three months and is about half way through, so it looks like being a year-long project, which I reckon is probably right for a novel.

I’m happy with that.

So will I be making any resolutions this year? No. I might, though, make myself a little list of things I want to do, 2003 style. If they don’t get done by the time 2010 is out, though, I’ll let them roll over. Sometimes things are worth waiting for – until you’ve learnt how to do them properly.

24
Dec
2009
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Not so thin ice

Icy road

The snow is going, slowly. Unfortunately it’s turning to ice – thick ice, sitting an inch deep on the road. The council doesn’t come down this far with grit.

We snuck out early while the neighbours’ curtains were still closed and left our home-made hampers on their doorsteps. Biscuits, marmalade and beer, all home made. We could easily have skated across to them, and even my shoes, which have little rubber nobbles on the bottom, offered no stability.

It makes for good front-window viewing, of course. So far one woman with a dog and an old lady on a bike, but flat on their faces.

Merry Christmas.

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