A taste of Spain

Even when in Spain you have to think about food some of the time. How about a bite of lunch...


Just a little bit though. Or how about something sweet?


Or even some Tapas?


If that's all too much how about some food for the soul?


And of course you might need a rest after all of that.


The biggest settee ever?

Moto Gp the bits you don't see.

The brolly dolly all perfectly made up complete with brolly. What you don't expect is this....


Perhaps caught in one of those "sticky moments" ?

Actually managed to catch one of the racers on camera, he must have been going too slowly....


Valencia by night, absolutely spectacular ....






Off to sample Tapas at the Ginger Loft to be recommended to all visitors and has the advantage of the owner being from Aberdeen.....

Tracking About

More time exploring Valencia and of course a bit of shopping before heading off to the track.


What do you think...... The house could do with a new gate?


Or perhaps some more stone work around the front porch?


This is the view from our seats at the track big race tomorrow. Hopefully some better pictures of the actual people but they keep speeding past for some reason and are hard to capture on camera......Very loud as well someone needs to sort out some silencers.


This was the best I could do so not so great.
Off out to explore beach area and look for some dinner. No rush though as no one seems to start serving until about 8.30 pm.

Valencia food with a difference.

A visit to the food market in a foreign city usually comes up with a few surprises. Valencia didn't disappoint.


There were of course mushrooms some of which may have been a bit strange to us Brits, but, how many people would be prepared to venture forth and try out these Valencian specialities ?


Or for the even more adventurous ?


Have to admit to not trying out these but was perhaps more disturbed by the whole sheep's heads complete with eyes and the lungs, possibly of pigs but who knows.
We headed out to the Moto GP circuit where more (cooked) food was on offer and got completely ripped off by not being able to speak any Spanish. A learning curve. A quick trip to the market tomorrow for picnic goodies will be much better although I might give the noses a miss.

There and back again (twice)

I am sorry that it has been so long since my last post. I have had a few problems uploading to the blog. So here goes I will try again....
The weekend saw us heading to Blenheim Palace to the Brompton World Championships. D and Y were entered into the race and we were all especially keen to go as  I had missed it last year as I was in hospital. (Excuses, excuses). K and I were going as crew which was stretching it a bit as neither of us know anything about bikes but we can do support. It all started off well I thought  offering to drive the first leg of the journey showed real team spirit. All went well until we reached Preston. We decided to stop for something to eat. I managed to stall the car at the roundabout and the there was the unmistakable smell of burning. That would be an oops then!.
This is what we did as we waited forth nice man from the AA.

When he arrive d he did that teeth sucking, shaking the head thing and arranged for us to be taken back to Carlisle.
Very very early the next day we arranged a hire car and set off again. But this time we made it with no mishaps.
The weather wasn't up to much, very wet and windy but we had a great time.
We sawa huge quantity of folding bikes.....

Lots of mad people racing. Some of them had dressed up and as the rules state no lycra most of the men were in business suits. Kind of ties in with the Brompton theme.

Unfortunately due to our delayed start we didn't get time to look around Blenheim Palace but it looks spectacular. We will just have to go back for another look..... Even the gates were way over the top as you can see below....

D finishing the race, dressed up of course and only one of three in the kilt...

Party Party

Some times you just have to have a party.
And so we went from this.....



And this...



To this...



Some people though are just not party people....



A bit of art home work though, well there's a thing......




And the reason for the party?........

Geeks and Cakes

Thought you might like to see a quick snap of dining / everything room this morning. D and friends were in here yesterday and the boys stayed overnight. They appear to have formed some sort of a geek club. This is what you get........
4 very big computers, 8 screens, some speakers, miles and miles of wires and a fair bit of mess.


On the other hand you could have this:-
When I collected Suzy, the woman I got her from said " well I gee er sum milk wee a wee bitt watter. Sum oh them wee catty biscuits, they're good fur the bowels" Well of course things had to change.... Straight on to the science plan biscuits with the offer of kitten milk (which she won't go near) and a little bit of tuna. (none of us can stand the smell of wet cat food). Suzy was pleased, delighted even until yesterday when this appeared....


Trying out my new Ikea cupcake tin and specially fitting cases to get the quantities right before actually making them for a purpose, K tried one, ( well maybe more than one just to see if they were as expected.) Suzy dived straight in and snatched it from her hand before it could reach her mouth and devoured a whole one. Quite a feat as it is nearly as big as her. They must be ok then!

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Tiger Prawn

Asked to describe our new kitten, K said , "well she looks like an uncooked tiger prawn". Says it all !

Suzy Comes Home

One very laid back kitten taken back to Carlisle. Notice the change of spelling, apparently I had it wrong!


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The Mart

Rare Breeds Sale today. Some of the rare breeds include


Herdwick Sheep, neatly rounded up this morning.



Coloured pigs.




Jacob's sheep.




Fluffy chicks




Yellow ducklings.



Mart goers. Old and young.


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Susie

Ducati has not come home. We have searched and searched but no luck. I keep thinking that she may turn up but in my heart of hearts know that she won't.

And so, as you do when there's a little empty space in the house you start to look for someone to fill it. We all really miss having a cat to talk to and be bossed by and so when I searched today I found this little lady. Y agreed that I could phone and enquire and well you know how it is.........

K and I will collect Susie (already named by K) on Sunday on the way back from Aberdeen. She will be a well travelled kitten and you never know, may even get to like the car. On the other hand she may cry and wee all over my prized car but that's cats for you...

Updates at the begining of the week.

In The Pink.

Having taken K to Aberdeen on Sunday, Igot ready for work yesterday only to discover that I had left my makeup in the north. What to do? Well I did what any other mother of a 13 year old girl did and tried to raid her bedroom. No go. All things taken across the border or well hidden.

THEN I remembered my special occasion lipstick. The lovely pink one that smells of roses instead of some dubious fatty stuff.

Very decadent to wear to work and why not? I think it's time to use this every day and make every day special.

Result!!

What a Result!!!

Ok I'm boasting. I'm sorry if this offends anyone, BUT, the GCSE reults are out and I AM SO PROUD of D he has really excelled himself and I just wanted everyone to know.
Thankyou for putting up with mother ramblings.

Holidays and Home Again

As you can see I was up really early, prancing around outside in time to see the sunrise. I don't know if this was excitement or worry that we would miss the bus. We had decided to do the trip on public transport and it required 8 different vehicles.
It actually proved to be really easy and we hardly had to wait any time atall for connections, especially once we reached Holland. Must also say though that the buses and trains there were much cleaner too, run by polite people and on time. Mmmm maybe we could learn something.

This is a picture of most of us gathered on The King of Scandinavia. The weather was great and we even managed a drink in the outside bar before dinner.

Picking out your bike in Holland took on a whole new meaning. This was one of the smaller bike parks. One of the ones we spotted in Amsterdam was a multi-storey affair. All the cycles looked fairly similar but everyone seems to find their own.

We were given these four to use for the week.I decided to give mine a name:-  Harriet, much to 

the disgust of the other 3.Both D and K managed to fall off, both after collisions with their dad I think.

We also enjoyed a birthday whilst away, although cake as we know it is thin on the ground. We did find some very nice Dutch ones, just not candle material.

As some of you spotted, we were indeed at Centre Parcs. This little fella came to visit on a couple of evenings. So close that you could actually touch him before he scuttled off back to the trees.

Unfortunately when we came back we heard that Ducati has been missing since the day we left. So far i have looked everywhere that I can think of and K was busy writing out postcards as I left for work this morning Hopefully she will find her way back.