…a host of golden daffodils.

I got some wonderful news today. A lifelong friend of mine was recently diagnosed with cancer and has been preparing for her first round of surgery at the Marie Curie centre in Paris on Tuesday (for biopsies to assess the size of the tumour she has prior to any treatment/further operations)…the news is good with the tumour reducing in size since her original diagnosis meaning she will only need radiotherapy as opposed to chemotherapy…this journey of healing is not yet over for her but this news made my day…

We were born in neighbouring hospital beds in 1969 (she on July 31st, me on August 1st), two little Leo ladies who then went on to live on the opposites sides of Brisbane and then the world as our lives unfolded. As kids our Mums would visit each other – I remember we would get to play in their empty (of water, anyhow) in-ground pool (very special at the time as we only had an above ground one) and I would marvel at her independence and worldliness (she was visiting family in France from quite a young age and I just thought that was so-o-o grown-up).

The last time I saw Nat was in 2000 when Mum & I were in Paris for a week – the view from her window over the Paris rooftops was incredible – and I was so inspired by her love of life and her passion for her art (photography/documentary film-making). There is part of me that felt sad that it was her cancer diagnosis that opened up the flow of communication again but I am enormously glad of the opportunity to reach out and be part of her support network…

Nata was in surgery on Tuesday…and whilst I got the news today, my daffodils finally bloomed on Tuesday…the sight of these beautiful flowers breaking out across parks, gardens, roadsides back in 2004 (when I was really struggling with my relocation to London) were such a beacon of hope with their happy, hopeful faces and it seems perfect that they have appeared for Nata too…

A Red Hot Ferrari of a Weekend…

This weekend saw my lovely man & I head up to Derbyshire for a long weekend….something we have not done for a while having been caught up in all the day to days of life. The key element of this foray was a Ferrari Drive at Donington Park for Jeremy (a birthday present from moi) at 8.30am on Saturday morning which involved an early-ish start (for a weekend away anyway) from our B&B…we arrived (with lots of other drivers and their ‘fans’) and off Jeremy went for his briefing before we all headed down to the garage – where there were 6 red Ferrari’s parked outside! After a familiarisation lap in a Mini Cooper, Jeremy was first up in an amazing Ferrari 360 – we spectators couldn’t really see the track but I could see him coming into the straight on each of the three laps and you should have heard that engine scream!! Phwoaaarr…I love a man in a Ferrari…grrrr

In the afternoon we drove into the Peak District National Park and went into Blue John Cavern, which is where ‘Blue John’ stone is mined from Nov-Feb each year (mainly used for jewellery). Our guide, one of the miners, took the group of six of us 300ft below the surface to see some absolutely spectacular formations – we were able to see coral and fossils from thousands and thousands of years ago when Britain was at the same ‘sea’ level as Africa too. The trek back up to the entrance was a bit of a challenge for me with the combination of 250 plus narrow steps and the fluctuating oxygen levels (that occur natuarally as a result of the water coming into the caves) but I made it – only to be almost blown away by ferocious (and freezing) winds at the top – windswept can be sexy but this was downright ridiculous! But great to blow away the cobwebs…and then thaw out in the warm car.

Waking up on Sunday morning, we were greeted by beautiful blue skies and decided to head to Crich to visit the Tramway village – if you are into trams this would be fascinating and if it was summer (and the ice cream parlour and the pub were open and serving food) this is probably a good value day out. But by the time we arrived it was rainy, cold and quite blustery (so umbrellas were completely useless) and by the time we’d wandered around for an hour and then had a tram ride up to the top of the hill too see the view, it was snowing! We spent a couple of ‘good-natured’ hours there but felt well-rewarded by a warming pub lunch in Ripley before heading home…

Studying ‘Life in the United Kingdom’…

In order to submit my application next January for Unlimited Leave to Remain in the UK, I need to have passed the Life in the UK test which came in a few years ago for people wanting to permanently settle here. There’s a book to read (Life in the United Kingdom: A Journey to Citizenship) which I thought I’d get hold of early and read every so often over the year. This was always my study pattern at school/uni too – never was a great ‘crammer’ so if I didn’t know it by a few days before the exam, I had no hope!

I started reading last night and found that the history part is really interesting. I’ve heard of most of the things/people mentioned ie. signing of the Magna Carta at Runnymede, the Battle of Hastings in 1066, Oliver Cromwell, Boudicca and the Iceni etc. but had no real idea of the course of history and how these all fitted in. Given I love reading history, this is actually turning out to be more engrossing than I thought…

…no sign of daffodil blooms yet but the buds are getting yellower and I count five ready to blossom in my pot (a significant increase on last year’s one) as well as three ‘wild’ ones on the edge of the path.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

It’s been a busy few days with lots of catching up with friends, movie going and a bit of yoga thrown in. Today is sunny and gorgeous so a good time to sit in my front window and enjoy life…the washing is drying outside (for a change!), the recycling has been collected and I have finally planted a few sets of seeds and in three weeks time – if the packaging doesn’t lie – I will be tending to fresh basil and coriander, a chilli plant and the  beginnings of a tomato vine. Keep your fingers crossed that these will grow as well as the bay tree and thyme that seem to be thriving under my boot camp regime called Surviving With Water Restrictions (no, I really truly don’t forget to water them at all – I am just preparing the little blighters…I mean loves…for the summer…hmmm).

I can see my daffodil pot from the window too and there are lots of buds just waiting to burst open and wave their lovely yellow heads about…the excitement is increasing to fever pith so stay tuned, the big event is literally days away…

Carrots and other veg…

I’m clattering away on my computer at home (positioned in my front window so that I can see all nature’s goings on outside) when my weekly fruit and veg box arrives, which is the source of much excitement for me nowadays. For a number of reasons really…first of all, looking at all the fresh fruit and veg and semi-planning in my head what I’ll be doing with it all over the next week and secondly, being completely amazed that, for someone who, 5 years ago, was only competent in compilation food (ie. tasty items that can be arranged on a platter to make the food look really attractive and me, a ‘great host’), I am creating meals from seasonal produce – which means stretching my repertoire and not always eating the same things.

This has only been going on for about 6months (the veggie box I mean…) but I remember tasting the tomatoes out of my first box and thinking – wow! – what amazing flavour. Sometimes the weeks are challenging – learning what swiss chard was, washing real dirt off the veggies and working out what to do with mountains of potatoes & carrots (unlike other things, these seem to be available from my local farm all year round!) – and other times, I can’t wait to get my hands on local apples and pears, or this week’s special Fairtrade Pineapple, grown by small scale farmers in Togo.

I eventually worked out how to vary the deliveries to ensure I can actually use up what I get and I feel enormously proud in making things from scratch and wasting so little. We even have a local recycling service that collects food scraps in bio-degradable bags each week so the ‘landfill’ waste is even less than before (and it is truly amazing the volume of peeling and scraps produced!) I even find myself feeling a bit resentful if I have to buy organic produce at the supermarket in between times but this is rare, now that my planning and willingness to search for ways to use things up has improved.

I just have one question….what is the difference between a regular carrot and a ‘juicing’ carrot?

Nature abhors a vacuum

I went to a friend’s 40th birthday party last night…Avril and I worked for the same company for a while (she left mid 2008 and I was made redundant in December 2008)…and bumped into some faces I did not expect to see.

Being a redundancy meant that the gap between when I was advised my job was at risk and the actual finish date was only a week so there were many people I had worked with that I didn’t get to see before I left. Some of those that I saw last night had only heard I’d left through the company rumour mill – as efficient as ever – but all were surprised I had been on the list to go, were pleased to see me and wished me the best for whatever is next for me.

What really struck me (and it’s not the first time) is this whole principle that nature ‘abhors a vacuum’ and the gap that is created behind you for others and in front for yourself when you leave, is quickly filled as life moves on, as other opportunities for fulfilment and exploration present themselves. It is easy to move so quickly in filling these voids that we miss the chance to get present to our lives developing new shape…I am looking forward to a busy and varied week and am now wondering what new shapes will emerge for me.

Snow Angels…

Bit of a gap in the ol’ blog but I’m back for 2009…

It seemed right to say something about snow and the amazing amount of it we had fall in SE England a couple of weeks ago. Not working at the moment meant that I could get out there and marvel at it all – and it was not just a little bit but ankle deep pristine snow that lit up the world in a way I hadn’t ever seen before. Watching snow falling is a fascinating thing for me and whilst I don’t quite understand the science of it all, waking up to this was extraordinarily beautiful.
This is the best snow angel I’ve ever seen – courtesy of Karen Goss. Our snow was too deep to get the view of the grass underneath like this…but we did manage a snowball or two.

Laugh out loud at Spamalot!

A busy bank holiday weekend was capped off with a visit to the world of Monty Python last night. In deference to my partner’s love (read wittering on) of Monty Python’s The Holy Grail, I thought this would be a winner of a birthday present for him (despite the fact my only association with anything MP-esque is John Cleese in Fawlty Towers).

Well I grinned from ear to ear the whole way through – that is when I wasn’t laughing out loud. Loved loved loved the twisted end to the quest and thought that the understudy last night did a fab-tastic job as King Arthur. Def. a must see partic. if you are a Monty Python fan…

London’s Congestion Charge

For those of you who don’t live in the UK, driving into London between certain hours of the day attracts an £8 per day congestion charge.

This was introduced 5 years ago by the then mayor, Ken Livingston in a effort to reduce traffic congestion (and no doubt add some funding to the mayoral purse). Recently there has been much debate on the potential expansion of the Congestion Zone and an increase in the day rate for higher emission vehicles.

I find the public transport system here (with all its foibles) 1000 times better than in my home town of Melbourne (and the parking in London, if you do drive in, is ridiculously expensive) so this has not been an issue that I’ve held any particularly strong views about. However I recently read that since the introduction of the congestion charge, traffic has been cut by 21 percent, cycling has risen by 43 percent and the scheme has been copied by cities such as Singapore and Stockholm – not a bad result.

I also wonder what the congestion charge revenue has been used for….food for thought eh?

The City of London…

I had a couple of appointments in London today which took me from leafy Kingston Upon Thames into the City of London and in between appointments I walked through The Temple and across the ‘boundary’ of City of London/City of Westminster. Have you ever seen the boundary marker for the western-most point of the City of London? It’s a silver dragon with arrow tongue and tail standing on a plinth. The dragon symbolises the City of London and bears the red cross of St George featured in the City’s coat-of-arms. Apparently, these are dotted around the boundary of the City of London.

The City’s boundaries have remained almost constant since the Middle Ages. In the medieval period the City was the full extent of London, and distinct from the nearby, but then separate, settlement of Westminster, which became the City of Westminster. The City is not one of the 32 London boroughs. (Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/City_of_London)

Interesting huh?!