Saturday 24 May 2008

Canterbury Tales

Last weekend saw me camping in Canterbury. Leaving an hour later than planned meant that my first of three trains was pretty busy and that the cycle carriage was full of passengers. None of them were inclined to move further along the train, not even when the ticket collecter came by to berate me for blocking up the gangway. indeed as I got up to move the bike for an unexpected right-sided platform my seat was snaffled. later in the week a friend mentioned that he had seen me on the train but had not said anything as I seemed a bit grumpy. "Were you sitting in the cycle bit?" said I. When he answered that he was we agreed that it was probably just as well that I hadn't noticed him.
I caught the train at Victoria with only seconds to spare having got a bit caught up in hundreds of Pompey fans making their way to Wembley - yes up the blues - get out of my way! Settling into my seat I got chatting to a nice old man who was heading off to his caravan at sheerness for the weekend. All was going pretty well until, having mentioned that I was brought up in the area, he mentioned that I wouldn't like it nowadays - not with all the Nwords and Pwords and such like and haven't we got enough to do looking after our own - oh dear. I was rescued by the ticket collector informing me that I was in the wrong part of the train for my destination and that it would imminently split in two but not to worry as there would be at least five and a half seconds at Faversham for me to change carriages.
Arriving at Bekesbourne station, 1 mile from my destination, I took a wrong turn and some 5 miles later reached the village of Littlebourne - or the Village of Closed Pubs - where my error was pointed out to me in the village shop with the advice that, having almost done a full circle, I should carry on up and down hills for another three miles or so, pausing only to turn left at the first "proper" road I encounter. On reaching my destination, the Caravan and Camping Club site at Canterbury, I almost wept with relief. 10 minutes later, with the tent up and a kettle boiling on the Trangia things were looking up.
I headed back into town and pay £2 for a guide to the city walls and a suggested walk around them. This was lovely and avoided most of the lovely old buildings that have had their bottom parts converted into Dorothy Perkins, Mcdonalds and the like. Having seen all that the city walls have to offer I headed for what turned out to be the worst Wetherspoons in Christendom for the worst burger in Christendom just in time to watch the closing minutes of the FA cup final. Arriving back at the site a short hilly ride later I wondered if 9pm was too early for bed. Just then the man in the tent opposite started playing his pan pipes - apparently there is a tricky bit of "yesterday" that must be practised over and over again. I gave up, lit some tea lights, and opened a bottle of wine. Mr Panpipes then sauntered over and suggests I brought my bottle over and come and sit in his porch as it was now raining pretty hard. He offered some red but, as every fool knows, I do not touch the stuff and so I finished my white. Some time later we headed off into town together and have a few bevys in a pub which promises live music - sadly Saturday night is Trad Jazz Night and it took a lot of vodkas to drown my sorrows. We headed back up the hill to the site where I put paid to his half a bottle of red while he rubbished my lovely tent for having no porch and told me that his weighs about 3g and cost in excess of £150. I know this is not true and so, moderately irritated and chronically drunk I stumbled off to mine and bed - ignoring all the while the still small voice that tells me to take a couple of aspirins and a lot of water.
The next morning I got up early to ride the Crab and Winkle Way. The Crab and Winkle Way is a 7 mile cycle ride between Canterbury and Whitstable and is not to be confused with riding the hangover way which mostly entails fighting nausea, getting lost along the more than adequately signposted route, and getting off to push up hills. I knew I was in trouble when a small boy on stabilisers overtook me. I called a friendly Yakfarmer, a man of some experience in these matters, for sympathy but was merely told that the first 10 miles are the worst. Whitstable is a nice harbour town and I was much restored after large chips and a double Hair Of The Dog at a beachside pub.
Returning back to the campsite at around 8pm I decided to snuggle up in my sleeping bag with my book for an hour or so, waking at 9am the next day just in time to pack up the tent and head off for home. On my return I looked up Mr Panpipe's tent. T'was as I suspected - £14.99 from Millets and weighing in at a massive 5.3kgs - Knobend

Monday 12 May 2008

Fridge Debris Soup

Food prices are on the rise and yet we are told that the average household wastes something like a third of the food it buys and so I make Fridge Debris Soup. This idea, like so many others, came to me via the Moneysaving Old Style forum - http://forums.moneysavingexpert.com/forumdisplay.html?f=33
I don't work on Mondays so that's my day for catching up with housework, meal planning and cleaning out the fridge. I take all the veg that looks like it's not going to survive the night - you know all the puckered peppers, bendy carrots and yellow broccoli - cut off the worst bits and slice up.

Normally I would bung it all in the Slow Cooker but this time I have had to use my big pot for two reasons. The first being that I went a bit crazy in the yellow sticker aisle so there is rather more than usual, but, more importantly I broke my SC a little while back smashing the crock pot to smithereens - I'm not having a lot of luck with appliances at the moment. Next add some water to cover and some seasoning of some sort - I like that marigold bouillon stuff. Bring to the boil and allow to simmer until everything is tender.
Then I like to let it cool down enough for me to fish any stalky bits or tomato skins out - my life is way too short to skin a tomato. Whizz in a liquidiser or with a stick blender to a consistency you like - The Princess likes it all to be pretty unrecognizable so that's what she gets.
It always ends up this colour no matter what I put in - a bit like when toddlers mix up the Plasticine to brown. If it tastes ok then I will leave it at that but if not I might add some worcestershire sauce or some pesto. Pour into containers and freeze as soon as completely cool. I try to make sure that I label everything to avoid UFO's (Unidentified Frozen Objects). Ok so Gordon Ramsey has nothing to worry about but it's good nourishing food for those can't-be-bothered or too-close-to-payday evenings. if The Princess turns up her nose it fast becomes Like-It-Or-Lump-It-Soup

Sunday 11 May 2008

Big Cook, Little Cook

Well today was the day of the Great Baking Extravaganza. My darling grandson had been given an apron declaring that he's "Nana's Little Helper" so we thought we'd christen it. We took the recipes from "Easy Peasy Baking" by Mary Contini. This is a lovely book written in an enchanting style. The recipes are very well presented and easy enough for my 11yo, The Princess, to take the lead while I act as sous chef.

Whilst I measured, weighed and washed up The Princess creamed the butter and sugar for the Coconut Kisses with the electric mixer. DGS loved this and kept saying it was a Bellydoctor (helicopter). Then disaster struck - one of the beaters came loose and wedged itself in to the other burning the motor out of the mixer.


Luckily The Princess had pretty much finished creaming so we could carry on. She showed DGS how to form the mixture into small balls and gently press in the middle. As you can see from the picture DGS does not do gentle. Anyway no harm done and the results taste as good as they look.

Next they went on to make some Queen of Tarts. These are basically strawberry jam tarts with strawberries and cream. The sweet pastry again started with creamed butter and sugar. With the mixer broken I did try to do this in the liquidiser and then the Bread Machine but neither of these worked so I had to do it the old fashioned way. Once this was done The Princess took over. This recipe required the pastry to be chilled and then the tarts to be cooled before filling so was not for the impatient - they filled some of the time making biscuits with the pastry scraps. Once the cases were ready the fun of assembling the finishing touches could start. As you can see DGS is nothing if not generous with cream and strawberries.
We had a brilliant day together. DGS is, like most little boys, not famous for paying attention but he really stayed focused. it was lovely seeing the obvious pride in his face when he showed his Mummy what he'd been doing. I was very proud of the Princess too as she followed the recipes with confidence and made sure that her little nephew had plenty to do.

Saturday 10 May 2008

Bank Holiday Weekend May 2008

Some time ago I decided that whilst my 11yo daughter was at her Father's I would try to see more of this country and that the best way to do this on a very tight budget was with a tent and a bike. the first bank holiday of the year saw my first venture out - a trip to Oxford. I had previously joined the caravan and camping club which means that I can be assured of a well maintained site, can book online, and the backpacker rates are very cheap.
(http://www.campingandcaravanningclub.co.uk/)
Site fees for 2 nights was £10.80 and the train fare (with network card) was £15 so not bad for a weekend away (we'll just draw a veil over the £178 spent at wildday.com on new tent, sleeping bag, sleep mat and various other bits and bobs)
The journey was fine but the back of the bike was so heavy that I had some difficulty getting it on the train - I have tended to go for comfort rather than ultralightness with the equipment.
arrived at Oxford station at 12.30 am and went off in hunt for a tourist information for a map. I then followed National Route 5 out of the city and into the campsite. Having pitched the tent and unpacked I headed back into town via the Go Outdoors shop which is at the front of site and is well worth a visit if you're in the area and into camping gadgets.
Had a lovely lunch in town while listening to the football on dab radio. Last day of the lower leagues and my brother's team was relegated. I called him to commiserate but couldn't keep it up - yes the Gillingham/Brentford family derby is on again.
stocked up on food and headed back to the site on the more direct Abingdon Road. By the time I had finished cooking and eating dinner it was getting quite dark. I was just starting to wind down for my first night in a tent on my tod when my 18yo daughter called to see if I was lonely and/or scared and had I thought of the potential dangers which she then proceeded to list - everything from terminal boredom to being eaten by wild animals. Well I hadn't really .... not until then. i don't really do lonely actually and am easily entertained so long as I have my radio and a book to read. it just felt lovely to get away from the housework for a bit and just be.
By 10pm I was tucked up in bed and on my third voddie and coke and feeling very relaxed. The site had been advertised as a bit noisier than the normal. A bit! there is a bloody great factory depot thing across the little stream from where the tents are which was open all night with lights blazing. I had to put my mp3 player on to drown out the noise.
woke several times in the night as I was too hot! every other camping trip I have been on has been dominated by cold nights in inadequate sleeping bags so I had invested in a 3-4 season bag which is comparatively heavy and bulky but I'd rather be too hot than too cold.
woke up late on Sunday and after a shower and porridge a la Trangia headed into town along the Thames path.
My guide book had a couple of walks in it so i followed a couple of these and pretty much covered the town. Unfortunately there were a lot of graduations going on and many of the colleges were closed but i did spend a lot of time at the Ashmolean. headed back to the site and the noise and the lights but slept much better. Was woken by the rain just after 7 and decided that as it didn't look like stopping I would get an early start. As I was setting up the Trangia another solo camper came along with a pan of hot water and offered me a coffee. we got chatting and it turned out that he was from Switzerland and had spent the previous 5 weeks working and camping in Scotland and was heading home.
I packed up and started the journey home in the tipping rain. i arrived at the station an hour and a half early for my train and asked the ticket man if it mattered much if I got on an earlier train. He said that it did but I went through the barrier anyway. He then spent the next hour and a half running out onto the platform every time a train came in to make sure I wasn't getting on it - Jobsworth! I waved cheerfully at him every time he came out. when my train came in the guard insisted I put the bike in the guards van at the front of the carriage and then run along the train to a normal carriage. I spent the whole 26 minutes between Oxford and Reading stressing about doing the whole thing in reverse and having visions of my bike carrying onto Paddington without me. I was right to worry as having dashed from the carriage to the guards van the guard came to shut the door before I was out. On the Waterloo train I noticed that i was getting odd looks - I still had my waterproofs on and it was about 26 degrees outside with not a cloud to be seen. When I got in my eldest daughter said it had been a gorgeous weekend. A quick phone round of my friends revealed that whether they had stayed at home or gone away they had had lovely weather so I can only conclude that my own personal rain cloud had followed me ... not for the first time