Snow in the village
Well, doesn’t time fly? Its been over two weeks since my last post and such a lot has happened. Every day I intend to write and then something else comes along to stop me.
I’m not sure where to begin with all the things that fill my days; whether it’s behind the scenes stuff like planning for all the dinners coming up in April (four in one week!!) or responding to requests for quotes, putting together invoices, menu selection and ordering. Theres not much glamour there but its all an essential part of my job.
Of course I prefer the interesting meetings where we discuss new ideas or presenting at mentoring sessions. I get out for lunch, meet people away from the four walls of my house and either put together plans or get to talk about me! (That sounds sooo narcissistic, but how many of us don’t relish the opportunity show pride in our achievements and tell others about what we’ve done). Last week I was out talking to the catering students at Llandrillo College in my role as a Dynamo role model, flying the flag for Big Ideas Wales and inspiring others to do follow their dreams…. And when I’m not fitting all of that in I’m juggling the demands of two kids (one a teenager with ADHD and my partner. After all of that there are times when I have little energy left for writing.
This particular two weeks has proved extra challenging. I’ve braved snow (yep, we snowed in again, for the second time this year. In January its expected but March!! Now that’s a bit crazy), a chaotic visit to my parents, a dislocated shoulder (my partner) plus a rather nasty and aggressive 24 hour virus that took out everyone in the house one by one. Most of our holiday plans were shelved.
One of the reasons I was in London was to hold a pop-up teashop for those attending the Easter art workshops at Wing Asylum. I had to bring a full catering kit with me, tins, plates, ingredients, all of which were to be packed into my van. Not an easy task when it’s parked at the bottom of the village separated from my house by a steep, ice packed impassable hill. This called for improvisation. We had to tie each crate, suitcase and bag to a wooden toboggan and gingerly guide it through snow and over treacherous patches of ice. Ice grip shoes were necessary. It took four trips before we finally got on our way.
The icy approach to my house
The kids bike….left out in the garden
strapping everything to a toboggan
roses…well they’re under there somewhere
Next I had to cook and prepare cakes and tarts in a small, unfamiliar kitchen, with family members wandering in and out at will and with little space to stack boxes, crates or anything really.My mothers house is not designed to accommodate eight people so chaos reigned supreme. For a whole week.
My birthday came and went (I barely noticed it, but promised myself extended celebrations once the job had finished) and then the Wing Asylum opening night was upon us. A late night drunken affair in the toe and finger numbingly cold Asylum Chapel in Peckham. Courvoissier cocktails served to render some incapable and memories of the night are a little hazy.
We all surfaced the following morning felling like we’d been punched in the head but after caffeine, paracetamol and a BLT were fit enough to pack up our kit and drive into an uncharacteristically quiet London.
Even here things were not simple. The urn fused the electrics. The microwave in the van stopped working (so no hot chocolate…disaster!!) and we froze yet again….The stall was a success despite it all, but the organisers were left claiming NEVER to run kids workshops again after one piece sustained damage, and that night my son too went down with the dreaded lurgy.
Asylum….and my cake stall
On Saturday I finally got to celebrate my birthday. Even our late dinner at Moro (a hugely popular North African/Lebanese/Spanish influenced restaurant run by highly regarded chefs, husband and wife team Sam and Sam Clark) turned into a drama…the closest tube station was, as it turned out, closed. We hadn’t realised and ended up walking from Barbican arriving hot, flustered, starving and 20 minutes late. The food was worth the drama, but this being my birthday dinner I wasn’t allowed to ‘work’….i.e. no photo’s, no reviewing. It is a place I would definitely like to revisit though and we all agreed the food was superb.
We intended to go for drinks after dinner but discovered we only had half an hour to get back to London Bridge for the last train home. We panicked as we discovered a second tube station closed so in desperation hailed a cab
Can you get us to London Bridge in 15 minutes? We begged.
She promised to do her best and after 11 minutes of hair-raising driving, back ache inducing races across speed bumps…and minus my cervix which I left back at a crossing on route, we arrived with 10 minutes to spare. I’m sure this did nothing for our digestion but we got home and that’s the main thing.
Easter Sunday was somewhat underwhelming. The teen had gone off to a ‘illegal rave’ in London and had yet to return….the kid was still recovering from the virus and late in the morning my sister emerged with her boyfriend late announcing that they too had been hit by ‘the bug’ . We held a very late and slightly half-hearted Easter egg hunt and even today the eggs are still pretty much intact.
With my 8 hour shoulder of lamb cooking in the oven we were all a bit dejected. My sister claimed that this must be the worst day ever to come down with a stomach bug and we all struggled to motivate ourselves. With a little sun returning and a suggestion that spring might yet arrive we blew the cobwebs away with a walk around the RSPB reserve at Rainham Marshes in Essex admiring award-winning Visitors Centre and Bird Hide (designed by my sisters firm Van Heyningen and Haward)
RSPB Reserve, Rainham
The Purfleet Hide
Cold but beautiful….you’d never know how close to the M25 you are
The bird hide
Despite it all we managed to fit in a fair bit….and most had recovered enough to enjoy an Easter Sunday dinner and glass of wine (albeit a small one for some).
The RSPB Visitor Centre, car park and reserve trails are open 9.30 am to 4.30 pm from 1 November-31 March and 9.30 am to 5 pm from 1 April-31 October. There are tons of things for kids to do aside from bird spotting plus a great walk around the perimeter of the lakes. My ten-year old had a great afternoon. For more info check here