Best ever carrot cake?

So, my best ever slice of carrot cake was from the unpretentious Chocolate Theatre Cafe in Henley-on-Thames, UK.  It was mouthwateringly delicious, moist and not too sweet. Just perfect, in fact! And by the way, the House Baked Potato filled with luscious creamed leeks, bacon and parmesan was equally yummy and highly recommended, but you'll …

Parking machines are the bane of my life

Whoever invented parking machines should be hung, drawn and quartered. I didn't always have an issue with them really, at least not locally, as they were simple affairs that required you to produce a ticket, be advised of the charge, and insert a few coins that guaranteed you and your car would be released.  Since …

One of my all-time favourite places to visit

Loch Leven, on the borders of Fife and Perthshire, in Scotland, is a delight.  It's pretty, it's interesting and it's close to my mother's house.  Its biggest claim to fame, besides being our go-to-place for strawberry picking as children, is that Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned in its castle by her jealous cousin Queen …

Some days are just plain interesting

First, was a long looked forward to lunch with my previously long-lost cousin, at a pretty little pub in Hampshire called, The Watership Down.*    Yes, that’s it, just like that cute movie about rabbits.  As a sidebar, it was also notable because we were served by an extremely tall lady wearing a fringe as …

I’m beginning to feel as if I’ve spent the last 24 hours at Heathrow!

Having arrived a little earlier than planned from my Johannesburg inbound flight, I deposited my laden suitcase at the Excess Baggage Company, who kindly agreed to look after it overnight for an exorbitant fee.  However, this was conditional on me identifying some miscellaneous item they discovered on the x-ray as suspicious. Unable to do so, …

The pilot’s announcement took me by surprise…

“Please can you stay in your booked seat for take-off and landing to manage weight distribution on the plane?" Yes, that made sense, “then once the seat belt lights are off, you can sit where ever you like.”  Well, that heralded the beginning of the most unorthodox flight I have ever been on. As instructed, …

It seemed to make sense to me at the time…

I couldn’t really understand why I hadn’t thought of doing it before.  A daytime flight had to be the epitome of how international travel is supposed to be.  It doesn’t require you to fold your body into contortions alongside hundreds of strangers, to manage at least some semblance of sleep, while squashed into a seat with space enough for a couple of battery hens.  Surely, I thought, there’s a better way to do this?