Monday 1st May, 2017
Here I am
writing from Suzy’s flat in Hackney London while both by daughters are
asleep. It’s been 4 months since we saw
Suzy and now we are enjoying a lovely Mother and daughter extended weekend in
the UK which included a trip to the The Cotswolds, a beautiful part of England (an
area of outstanding beauty) I was keen to see for the first time and show the
girls. The name by the way means sheep enclosure fields and oh how beautiful it
was.
But let me
start from where I left off, last Sunday and St. George’s Day. That day, our
Airbnb guests from Valladolid, who had come for a wedding in Villaviciosa de
Odón left. We had to quickly prepare the rooms for the next arrival. On the
same day, Astrid, a professional golf player from Provence in France was coming
to stay for 3 nights. I’m really enjoying being an Airbnb host. Apart from the
extra pocket money it brings, we get to meet so many nice people. So far we
have had guests from Spain, France, Italy, South Korea and Russia and I have
bookings as far ahead as July of more from Canada, the UK, Colombia, Australia,
Holland as well as from France, Spain and Italy. I am getting some lovely
reviews which are very satisfying.
There was some
good sporting news on Sunday when Rafa Nadal won a record 10th Master’s
tournament in Monaco. There would be
another win on Saturday when he won the Barcelona Godo championship. Good for
him. He’s only aged 30 and despite his many injuries, I think he can still make
a comeback.
Nadal winning again. |
But of course
the big news was the French Elections. It was pretty tight with Emmanuel
Macron, aged 39, the ex-socialist coming first just ahead of the dreaded Marine
Le Pene of the far right. Of course they will go through to the next round which
is on 7th May and most of the world is hoping Le Pene won’t win
which would mean France could well leave the EU and all that that would entail.
My French
guest, Astrid, had voted for Macron who, I later found out is married to his
former teacher, Brigitte Trogneux aged 64. When he was 15 he told his 40 odd
year old teacher he would marry her and he did. It’s funny how we all seem to
accept an older man marrying a younger woman and don’t bat an eyelid but when
it’s the other way round it’s a different case.
Macron aged 39 and his 64 year old wife, his ex teacher |
With my brother-in-law in 2011 in Madrid. |
It was strange
to be in Montrondo in the middle of the week so unexpectedly. We had taken no
food, expecting to buy some in León. However, everything was closed as it was a
bank holiday. Thankfully the locals rallied round and provided us with eggs,
milk, bread and even a homemade pie. We had a lovely meal but it was so sad.
I woke up
early in Montrondo on Tuesday morning, the day of the funeral. It was not only
strange to be there but strange not to have Pippa. We had a quick breakfast and
left, mostly dressed in black as befitted the occasion. We drove straight to
the funeral parlour where I was privileged enough to be able to say goodbye to
A together with the immediate family. It was a moment of closure, but only
small closure. We walked to the church nearby and were all amazed to see just
how many people had come to pay their respects and say goodbye. You see the
family is well loved and A had many, friends. The funeral, as funerals go, was
very somber, perhaps too somber. At English funerals there would have been
speeches and of course a gathering afterwards for food and drink and the
occasion to celebrate the life of the person who has passed away. That is not
how it works in Catholic Spain. From the funeral we all drove to the cemetery
where my brother-in-law was to be buried in his family grave, in fact, together
with his Father who was also taken from life too early, in 1977, aged just 52.
I felt so sorry for his widower who is now over 90. At the cemetery I was taken
straight back to the burying of my own Mother in 1999 and of my brother in
2001. There is nothing so final as the coffin being lifted down and then the
hole in the ground being covered with cement. For me that was the worst moment
of the whole day. I kept a red rose from one of the reefs which had fallen on
the ground and shall keep it always as a keepsake; although a very sad
one. Suddenly it was all over; just so
final. The family met for lunch at the restaurant opposite the funeral parlour.
It was very
ironic that the last time the family had been together was at his daughter’s
wedding and now we were all together for his funeral. It felt so odd and
strange that he was missing family
gathering. Oh yes, he has left a huge gap in our lives.
However, we
were cheered up at the restaurant by the presence of the youngest member of the
family, Dylon Alexander, aged just 2 or 3 months and who had been born to
Alejandro and Carolina. I’m not very keen on babies, but this baby was lovely.
I should add, It behaved perfectly. Oli adores babies though and held it in her
arms for me to take lots of photos. This is one of her with the mother and
baby.
Carolina and Olivia with little Dylon Alexander, the youngest member of the family. |
Life continued
as it does and on Wednesday I woke up a bit later than usual, at 6.45. I had
breakfast with Astrid who I have to say was a delightful guest. I had lots of
things to do that day work wise and to get ready for my trip to London on
Thursday. I also had to do the weekly food shopping so that there were enough
provisions for the family while I was away. Oli was in trouble at work for
having taken 2 days off for her uncle’s funeral. It’s very unfair but there are
no official days free for the passing away of an uncle. But she didn’t care and
knew where her priorities lay and took the days from her holiday. That, of
course, got her into trouble.
Finally
Thursday came, the day of my long awaited trip to London for Suzy’s 33rd
birthday. Oli would be joining us on Friday; although her trip was touch and go
until the last minute due to the demands of the programme she works for. She
will be starting her new job with Madrileños por el Mundo on 8th
May.
I weighed
myself that morning, rather worried I had put on weight as my diet had been
rather out of control the week before. But I had good luck when the scales
showed 55.6kg which meant it could go out of control in England too hahahah.
There is plenty of margin and I shall be back to the diet after the trip. No
way do I like diet when travelling.
It was to be
my first time with Ryan Air and travelling to Stansted Airport but everything
went smoothly. I even got 3 seats to myself after asking to change my middle
seat for an aisle seat. Thanks Ryan Air! At the airport I was about to get some
pounds out of a cash machine. But when I saw that it would cost 288 euros to
get 200 pounds, I decided against getting cash and would pay for everything by
visa. What a rip off! I got to Liverpool Street Station by 13.30 and ordered an
Uber cab which, for just 7 pounds, took me to Suzy’s place in Hackney. My
driver told me a black cab would have charged over 20 pounds. Oh I do like
Uber. Chati, Suzy’s flat mate, welcomed me into the flat and soon I was having
a cup of tea on the sofa chatting to her. Suzy wouldn’t be back till 5 and
after settling in I decided to go for a walk on the Canal (Regent’s Canal).
Regents Canal near where Suzy lives in Haggerston (Hackney) |
I walked for
1.5h hours enjoying seeing the boats or barges and spring flowers. There were
cyclists everywhere. I was clad in an esquimo type coat whilst the Brits were running
along the path and cyclists were dressed as if it was August in Madrid
hahaha.
I was home
just before Suzy and eagerly awaiting our reunion as I hadn’t seen her since 27th
January; 4 whole months. Oh and what an emotional reunion it was. We just kept hugging and couldn’t let go.
Whilst we were hugging, Chati took photos of us. This is one I really like with
my darling daughter Suzy.
My reunion with Suzy |
We had a super
dinner but as I had been up so early, before 5 in the morning, I was soon in
need of sleep. I slept in Anita’s big but lumpy bed – she was in Spain – and I
think I slept the night through. You see, I had some weed that night with the
girls. Are you shocked? You are supposed to be. I wouldn’t repeat the
experience though as it gave me a headache haha.
On Friday I
was awake at 5 in the morning and saw Chati who was also leaving for Spain. I
had a nice breakfast on my own. There was to be no special birthday on Suzy’s birthday as she had to
leave early for work, her last day as a Band 5 locum dietitian with the North
Eastern NHS Trust. She will be starting as a Band 6 dietitian at the Ipswich
NHS hospital on 3rd May. But I did give her the main present we had
bought, a lovely blue HP PC which she is much in need of if she is to do
private consultations. If, by the way, you are interested, she can give
consultations via skype for any dieting needs at 50 pounds per consultation. I
know I’m her Mother but I can highly recommend her as it’s thanks to her I have
lost so much weight.
When she left,
with time on my hands until I was to meet Oli at Liverpool St. Station at 13h,
I got ready to go to Westfield Shopping Centre at Stratford. I took the
Underground at Haggerston (the girls’ nearest station), changed at Canonbury
and then took another train which got me to Stratford by 9.15. I didn’t realise
the shops didn’t open until 10 hahah.
That gave me plenty of time to find my bearings and see where the shops
I wanted to go to where. These were them in order of priority: M+S, Lakeland,
Boots and Lindex. I had a field day at “Marks”. It was funny that everything I bought
was a size 10. So what did I get? Lots
of skinny jeans, fleeces and wonderful bras; size 34B by the way hahaha. Don’t think I’ve ever worn that size before.
It made me feel like a teenager.
At 12.30h I
had to leave and took the Central Line to Liverpool St Station where I was to
meet Oli off the Stansted Express. She would be late though and I had to wait
an hour. Of great interest to me at the station was a statue of the “KIndertransport”.
This was to remember the thousands of Jewish children who fled from Nazi
Germany to refuge in England. Their gateway to safety was through Liverpool
Street. I had seen the statue before but it always interests me enormously as I
was brought up on WW2 stories at home.
The Kindertransport Jewish children statue at Liverpool St. Station |
A selfie with Oli when she arrived on Friday |
Fish and chips at Poppies by Spitalfields market with Oli on Friday |
Suzy with her colleague Adam and the surprise birthday cake on Friday at work |
On Regents Canal with Oli on Friday afternoon. |
Suzy and Oli hugging - love this photo. |
Suzy and Oli about to go off on their bikes |
We had a
dinner planned that night at a very famous Spanish restaurant called Cambio de
Tercio but first Suzy had to go to the goodbye party that Adam had arranged at
Shoreditch. So Oli and I slowly made our way to South Kensington where the
restaurant is, on Great Brompton Road. We were there early and enjoyed window
shopping. We also bought a carrot cake and lovely breakfast stuff from Paul,
that tempting French patisserie. As we walked along Great Brompton Road I
glanced at prices of houses and flats. I couldn’t believe it when I saw a
triplex flat going for 4.5 million pounds! Has the world gone crazy? It felt
crazy also to go past a Ferrari show room. What an area S. Kensington is. Of
course it’s Lady Diana land and full of rich foreigners. Before getting to the
restaurant, Oli and I stopped at a pub for a drink. We were drinking cider
throughout our stay. The pub only served normal apple cider but at the supermarkets
I was introduced to ciders made with different fruit. All 3 of us particularly
like the passion fruit Rekorderlig cider, made in Sweden. I do hope I can buy
it online in Spain. It’s so refreshing and of course has a lot less alcohol
than wine and it doesn’t give me headaches.
The wonderful cider I discovered on my trip to England this week |
Saturday came,
the start of our full 4 day holiday together. I was up at 6, cleared the kitchen
decks and made a special birthday breakfast for Suzy. We left the flat at 10 am
and it would take us more than an hour to get out of London. We were going to a
hamlet called Woodmancote near Cirencester and would be staying at an Airbnb
place (www.stayatdemeter.com) for 2
nights where we would be hosted by a lovely retired man called Christopher and
his wife. He had suggested the route to
take and we followed his instructions. We drove towards the West on the M4
towards Chippenham. From there we made our way to our first Cotswold village,
Lacock. It was a lovely place and like many other pretty villages in the area,
has been used for films and TV series. It was an introduction to unspoiled
countryside and picturesque villages that all could have been used for picture
post cards.
Beautiful Lacock |
Castle Combe, one of the most stunning villages in The Cotswolds |
Sticky toffee pudding at The Hart in Castle Combe |
We arrived
just before 5 and were warmly welcomed into our tiny little cottage which is
called The Annexe and was actually the granny flat Christopher built for his
Mother in their garden. The garden is not big and the flat, although rather
nice but rather cramped, is totally surrounded by a huge caravan and at least 2
cars, with not much garden leftover. The décor is a bit of a mix of old
fashioned and Ikea stuff. However it is a very comfortable and warm place and
has everything you need for a short stay. The big bonus was the fridge stocked
with enticing breakfast produce.
Our delightful Airbnb cottage in Woodmancote near Cirencester in The Cotswolds. |
On our walk in Woodmancote on Saturday |
At the entrance of a delightful cottage in Woodmancote |
We had a
lovely dinner from the provisions we had bought at Tesco. We of course had the
birthday cake moment that night and here is Suzy with the spectacular candles I
had bought in Spain for the occasion.
Suzy and the birthday cake moment on Saturday night at our Airbnb cottage |
The annexe
flat has just one bedroom, a tiny bathroom, a kitchenette and a lounge. The
girls slept on the double bed in the one bedroom and I slept, quite well,
actually, on the so-called “fouton” in the lounge. It was a peaceful and
comfortable night.
On Sunday I
was up early as usual while the girls slept. I spent the time catching up on
this blog and making our breakfast; another sumptuous meal. This is what it
looked like before we polished it off.
Breakfast in our cottage on Sunday morning |
Beautiful houses in Calmesdon |
Bourton on the Water |
From Bourton
on the Water we made our way to the historic market town, Stow on the Wold,
famous for its pony and horse fair. We particularly loved the St. Edwards
Church as well as the houses and streets.
St. Edwards Church in Stow on the Wold |
Scrumptious afternoon tea in Stow |
Huffkins in Stow on the Wold, a wonderful place, both the bakery and the town. |
From Stow we
drove to the one street town called Moreton in the Marsh and then back to Stow
to take the A424 road, the so called “5 mile drive” towards Evesham. Our
printed itinerary called it “one of the most beautiful roads in The Cotswolds
and it was. Our final destination was a village which Christopher told us was
his favourite, Chipping Campden. I think it’s mine too, although it’s difficult
to choose between Chipping Campden and Castle Combe. Here we saw the most
amazing thatched roofed houses and I just oohed and aahed away, making Suzy
laugh when I said I had to buy one and move in there and then.
A stunning thatch roofed cottage in Chipping Campden |
There were
lots more places on our itinerary but we were tired, so after Chipping Campden,
we decided to drive “home”. I wanted Suzy to stop for me to take a photo of one
of the yellow fields I had fallen in love with. You can’t imagine just how
bright the colour of the rapeseed flowers was. Finally she did, just as we were
approaching Calmsden and I got my moment. I waded into the middle of the field
and the photo of that wonderful experience is the one I have chosen to illustrate
this week’s blog post. Oli took a video of me which is such fun and which you
can see here.
Literally wading into the rapeseed field. |
And this, my
friends is where I am going to finish this week’s blog post. I am unable to
publish it, today, 1st May, as the connection is too slow but shall
do as soon as I am able.
Today is my
Father’s 98th birthday, God bless him. I know he would have loved to
visit the Cotswolds and it’s funny he never did as he spent most of his
formative years in very nearby Bristol. I will be thinking of him celebrating
at home today and opening the presents I got for him or enjoying the cake I
ordered.
So cheers
friends for now, until next time.
All the best
Masha
PS. You can
see lots more of the photos of our holiday in London and The Cotswolds here,
posted on Facebook and with no tagging as instructed by my “girlies”.
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