Monday, December 31, 2012

Goodbye 2012!!!!


What a year 2012 has been and in sharp contrast to 2011 where Andy and I both lost our Mums. This year has been full of vibrancy, celebration, laughter, travel a whole lotta’ love.

Of course the big occasion was our May wedding and we couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful day….full of friends, old and new. It meant the world to me that Julie and Janet came from Florida. Charlotte was my bridesmaid and looked stunning and Tom gave me away wearing his tuxedo in a very relaxed manner together with his converse sneakers. Even my second cousin Caroline came who I met for the first time in 2011. Everyone looked lovely, happy and full of support for our wonderful occasion. We spluttered through our heartfelt vows and as our tears subsided Andy kissed me BEFORE he was told he could ‘kiss the bride’.  Phillip Need, the reverend was wonderful and his words of warmth and love were welcomed by all.  The reception was a mass of hydrangeas and alcohol and gave Andy an opportunity to tribute his father for his selfless contribution to country and fatherhood over the years with such humility and honor. The weather bestowed the best weekend of the year with brilliant sun, a light breeze and we were left with stunning photos and perfect memories.
 
 
The lead up and planning was a doddle with the Internet and the stress was minimal which gave us the chance to enjoy many other occasions. One of Andy’s favourites was Cirque du Soleil’s Totem which is always a breathtaking experience….but there is nothing like the first time!!!!! The colour, the choreography, the human feats of balance, manipulation, and grace leave you in absolute awe and wonder. One thing we did note is that The Royal Albert Hall is much closer to Gloucester Toad tube station than Kensington and so next time we will get there early and not forfeit the first 10 minutes (Andy).

Of course whilst the lead up to our wedding was brewing so was the Olympics although we did not pay to much attention to the buzz. Somehow when July came, our wedding had passed and we suddenly became caught up in the occasion and loved every minute. What an incredible event was put on by London and tried as many times as we did, we could not get our hands on tickets for the Olympic Village. We did manage to join in the festivities at the ladies swimming marathon in Hyde Park and then later to Paralympics’ events at the Excel Centre. We were stunned by the Opening Ceremony and were not disappointed by the Closing Ceremony and felt almost bereft that we would unlikely share in such an occasion of this magnitude again. We will never forget Super Saturday with Mo Farrah, Greg Hungerford and Jennifer Ennis wins. So we went, we participated and we even bought the t-shirts.
 
 
Our summer was also interspersed with a couple of lovely holidays. The first was our Madeira honeymoon that we booked on a whim and were then later became concerned when we learned that this is typically a cloudy time of year and also boasted a very dangerous runway. We were pleasantly surprised with an uneventful landing and a week of lovely sun that awakened us every morning was our rather spectacular honeymoon suite. A lovely way to spend our first week of marriage other than the day when Andy literally had to talk me off a cliff. We decided we would take an eight mile walk in the mountains from one village to another. When we began it however, we were not aware that much of it was balanced on a ledge on the side the mountain. This is where Andy would learn that his new wife has vertigo which would be revealed through bursts of profanity and then tears. Unfortunately it was one of those occasions where you feel you have gone to far too turn back…..but we made it and we lived to tell the tale.

Our second holiday to the New Forest was nothing short of delightful. We rented a small cottage on Kentford Farm, an abode for race horses to holiday for a few weeks. We enjoyed the fact that we had Sophie in tow and scoured most mornings for mushrooms although they were a little thin on the ground other than a surprise showing of Chanterelles under the Kentford Farm Rhododendrons. Another highlight was our last night, drinking champagne under a full moon while several of the horses raced each other up and down the field…..completely magical. Another lesson for Andy about his lovely wife is her obsession to take photos and I think I drove him half mad with my requests to stop the car the very five minutes to take a shot with my FABULOUS iPhone camera.
 
 
Our last shared holiday was Cyprus where we spent the first part of the week hunting for fungi with Andy’s rather obsessive colleague Michael. The highlight for us were the Troodos Mountains and with a rental car we managed to spent a fair bit of time exploring the picturesque villages. A day to myself exploring whilst Andy was mushroom hunting also gave me the chance to realize how much I love sharing my life with my husband and how I would never want to be without him. I have done so many things by myself, experienced so much, seen so much yet, I realize so very strongly that a life not shared is simply not the same.

And shared we have…..not only holidays but we have become members of The Tate and enjoyed countless exhibitions on both the South Bank and Tate Britain. We have seen a number of plays and become quite the Shakespearians with The Winter’s Tale and Henry V, although we bought tickets to Taming of the Shrew we somehow overlooked the date and missed it….grrrrrrrr!!! We have enjoyed some wonderful movies this year too, early on it was Hugo and The Artist, later it was Killing Them Softly and The Life of Pi…..so many good ones.

Andy is still going strong with Blue Zoo. The first gig of 2012 (and last)was the Underworld in Camden. It was projected to be a great gig with several other bands supporting but alas with Blue Zoo being the last to play,  the day Sunday with the trains stopping early, the audience was thin on the ground - it was rather a disappointment. That being said, in attendance was a diehard fan, Angel from the Philippines who monopolized Andy after the gig with photos and autographs.  As annoying as he was this has now transpired in to a gig in Manila and we are now going to the Philippines in February…..Andy even packaged me in to the deal.  Very exciting! This is just one of several things in the pipeline for Blue Zoo as they have rerecorded some tracks, and there is a potential re-release on the horizon. Neil and Graham have opted out for now so the band has a couple of new guys working with them in rehearsals. The keyboard player has been difficult…the first one looked like Father Time or Dumbledore and had to go…the second is a giant and will take up half the stage…..however, of the two the giant is the nicer person so he will be in Manila……that’s if he can fit on the plane!
 
 
The mushroom season gave is the chance to launch our first Fungi Boutique. A workshop, walk and luncheon for ten people from our home. My concern was that we could actually sit ten people let alone feed them but it was an enormous success and we are planning two next year. I also convinced Andy to let me help him in a survey for Home Park at Hampton Court which was interesting and gave me a chance to build my fungi knowledge a little further. The park was remarkably unspoiled and other than the 300 deer has little traffic. The mushrooms appeared to be on steroids with parasols being the size of platters…Agaricus the size of footballs and large rings of Blewitts……Andy was in heaven and in total he (actually WE) found 175 species of fungi!!!!!

Despite the distance I have managed to stay close with the children. Charlotte and I Skype several times a week and Tom and I chat via Facebook or Facetime once or twice a week. They are both focused on their lives and happy. Charlotte has Ian which keeps her feet on the ground and heart in the clouds. She is back in school, working and enjoying her life. Tom is focused on his music, in college and has just got in to a relationship with Cassidy which means he has someone to share his massive heart with. I have been lucky to have visited them twice this year and am going over again at the end of this week and of course they were here in May. I could not handle these breaks without the miracle of technology and realize how lucky I am. Of course without the computers we would be absolutely lost and a major triumph for Andy and I this year was replacing the hard drive in his MAC computer……it was not an easy task but we worked as a team and succeeded AND if we can do that, we could even replace an engine in a car...maybe even build an engine!!!!

Of course technology is something I have stayed on top of over the years with my work and half way through the year my employment with Alinean ended and I now work for them as a freelance. This has given me so much time to enjoy my new life, my surroundings, my home, my husband, my dog and my friends. I know I have to work more in 2013 but struggle with the thought of leaving the home on a daily basis and have to find something that works for my new lifestyle. I refuse to give up our lazy start to the day with biscuits and coffee in bed, my long walks with Sophie, visiting Andy at Kenwood, my lunches, shopping excursions , social engagement planning……etc. etc.

I am not someone that has an abundance of friends as quite frankly, I like to enjoy the friends I have. I have had countless lunches with Tish this year as fulfill on our plan to lunch at all of the ‘Cote’ chain in London. Tish and I have known each other since we were fifteen. She is a remarkable woman still dealing with the loss of her grown up son Oliver two years ago yet finding the strength to keep going in a positive direction. We have so much fun laughing and gossiping about our husbands, our plans for facial surgery, exercise regimes and diets. I have also had some boozy fun with Elaine, our last day out being spent entirely in Selfridges and bouncing between the two restaurants and many glasses of champagne AND time for a quick makeover in between to minimize the alcoholic flush. I have also managed to spend time with Anita in Braintree who is like a sister, has a huge heart, a lovely son David and surrogate parent to Sophie when we holiday. I may also have a new friend that I met though Elaine’s step sister….Cas….chatted to her for hours, have lots in common so by year end of 2013 I may be at my quota of five friends…..five friends per region that it.......I have my irreplacable friends in Florida....Julie, Jill, Janet, Ruth, Chris, Kathy & Jim and my lovely Michelle and Clinton elsewhere in the USA. Regardless, Andy is the best friend I could ever wish for so anyone else on UK soil is just to be a bonus.

The weather has been miserable and we have had an abundance of rain after the drought at the early part of the year. Thank goodness for comfortable wellies. Sophie refuses to go out in the garden if it’s raining yet is impervious to the rain if we are going for a walk. She comes home sodden with mud but jumps straight in to the shower fortunately which spares the flat getting filthy. I love our walks and with Hampstead Health on our doorstep I feel quite spoiled. That being said we did have a bit of drama with an attacker on the loose who hurt several victims. An attacker that Sophie rooted out of the bushes in the Elms one day although we were not sure it was him at the time. He was crouching down but Sophie found him and he jumped up. Andy was nearby and with Sophie there I was unlikely to be a victim. When he was eventually arrested we looked at his picture online and without a doubt, it was indeed the man in the bushes……DRAMA!!!!!

One of the down sides of the last four months has been Jacks health. He had a stroke on which he had a remarkable recovery and after extensive rehab of six weeks was finally home. Once he got home he got a kidney infection which set him back further and he had to return to hospital. All of this resulted in a massive weight loss and loss of motor function and all around confidence of his ability to take care of himself. He is now recovering for the second time and we have been astounded at his resilience and steady improvement. We have visited him at every opportunity and spent some quality time where he has shared his war stories which still seem to be very vivid for him.  For Christmas he gave each of us a Christmas card with money and he signed mine ‘Dad’….very touching. He is a wonderful man.
 

So Christmas came and went.....it was quiet and I silently missed the children. I also found it difficult to shake off the tragedy of Newtown Connecticut and the loss of twenty young lives. My heart aches for these poor families and I hope that they have the strength to tell the world who their children were and drive home the need monitor weapons and mental health more carefully. I feel so lucky to have seen my children grow up and look forward to the continuance of their lives evolving and maybe eventually grandchildren.....no hurry tho'!

And today is January 31st, the last day of our special year and I am awaiting the delivery of Henry.  I love our small family and have been toying with getting a puppy for Andy, possibly a Jack Russell. I want him to have that experience of a new little life, vulnerable, dependant on him,  complete unconditional love….but that is hold for now….Henry is not to be a dog this time but a vacuum cleaner…..this time!!!!

 Happy New Year!


 

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Twenty Stolen Children

I am sick to the pit of my stomach...it has taken me two days before I can even begin to collect my thoughts and reflect on this immense and personal tragedy for not only Newtown Connecticut but the USA and humanity as a whole. Twenty six lives lost...twenty of these are first grade children....ripped from their families lives at an age when you see the promise of individualism...the opening definition of who these young people are going to become and what ignites their passion.

I remember Charlotte and Tom at this age like it was yesterday. Their sweetness, their chatty enthusiasm about their days at school, their friends, their excitement of birthdays, Christmas, school plays, a special day with Mum. Their morning ponderance of what they are going to wear and what they are going to do at the weekend. I can begin to fathom the loss and pain being suffered by the families by this heartless criminal act. How can these parents bear to wake up remembering they will no longer hear the voice of their special child.

Unfortunately gun control is not going to stop these tragedies. People who are insighted to kill will find a way of arming themselves regardless. Our only defense is an understanding of our children and families....their dark side and pain. We have to be better educated on the signs of anti-social behaviour...we need to make harsh decisions about the children that exbibit cruelty and hate....

I hope many of these parents believe in God, Angels or anything that will help make their pain less.

 
I am adding this link to a blog by Jeff Belanger who has a personal link to Newtown and writes a heartfelt essay.
 


Monday, December 10, 2012

Welcome to Holland

This remarkable perspective from a mother of an autistic child was shared with me by Charlotte.....

Welcome to Holland

 
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this…

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!" you say. "What do you mean, Holland?" I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy.

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to some horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy a new guidebook. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

The pain of that will never, ever, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland.

Written by Emily Perl Kingsley

Cyprus continued......

 
Oh, and by the way, what Cyprus lacks in wine taste it compensates with clementines....we found this lady selling them in the Akamas region...they are soooo sweet.
 
 
In addition to the clementines the olives were to die for....my particular favorite were doused in oil, garlic and oregano. We bought six bags home!!!!!!!
 

 
 
The Akamas Penisular is to the west of the island and is a beatiful natural habitat bragging the mythological birthplace of Aphrodite and an emerald grotto where she would take her mythological bath and meeting place of Adonis.
 
 
The Penisular had beautiful beaches with turquoise waters looking quite spectacular when the wind picked up.
 
 
 
It also boasted  tiny litle harbor called Latchi which had a handful of restautants and coffee shops.
 


 
 
AND regardless of where we went there was a heathly (or unhealthy) supply of Baklava...
 

 
 

A Taste of Cyprus


My third post on Cyprus, featuring our delightful November jaunt and a blast of sun. Andy, of course, had ulterior motives with the mushroom season in it's prime but I managed to overlook and enjoy the scenic pines, junipers and cistus in the Troodos mountains whilst he was mesmerised by rare Amanitas and Fennell Oysters.

I loved the mountain villages, not quite as pituresque as some of the Greek Islands but attractive with their more rustic, fuctionality and streets big enough to accomodate a slim donkey as opposed to a car. A little less on the bougainvillea front and a little more on large rusty water canisters.....



Two highlights for me...

The first was a visit to a small monastry in the middle of nowhere when I was out for a solo drive, I was greeted by this wonderful monk who took my hand and led me to the breaktaking chapel....it was quite an emotional experience which made me glad he left me for a while. When I left the chapel he walked me through his humble garden and gave me sprigs of lavendar and lemon verbena. He even let me take his photo

 
 
 
My second thrill was the village of Odomos. Took forever to get to but way up in the Troodos it was a jewel and something that seems to have been unscathed by time. It has a wonderful little square nestled between countless passageways and was accessible through the church.....
 




 
This is a wine making village although the wine in Cyprus has a lot to answer for.....not good! That being said, August may be the most forgiving month as there is a wine festival every day and you get to sample the goods for free and after a while you can probably get used to the taste :)
 


Cyprus Rescues

The Cypriots have a lot to answer for with their care, or lack of, with animals. The number of stray cats is one thing and something I have witnessed before is the warmer climates but the dog situation is deplorable. Dogs are abandoned in their hundreds and thousands by callous hunters who feel they have got the best years out of their dog and have no further use for them. A number of them are dropped off on highways and left for dead or dropped in the forest where they will starve.  Andy's friends in Cyprus are my heroes as they are single handedly rescuing these animals and trying to rehome when they can. They currently have 27 cats and 3 dogs. They are miracle workers and have spent a small fortune in vets bills bringing these vulnerable cases back from the brink....

Here are some of my fave pics....




Jolly Good Time

Want a treat we had this week when we went to the Hampton Estate in Puttenham at the request of Sir Richard Thornton. He has been giving Andy permission to foray on his land, Puttenham Common for the last 15 years and thought it was time he learned a little about fungi....not a bad idea considering he is ninety years old. He had his lovely wife Gay in tow who spent a little time telling me how difficult it was to deal with her name in recent years as it was hard to go up to soemone, put out your hand and say I'M GAY!. His daughter Bridget who must have been the same age as me was now running the esate, lived in the gi-normous house and kept the whole show ticking over. They had been a dairy farm for the best part of fifty years but he profit from milk began to shrink and they then had to sell off the herd and reinvent themselves. They now focus on grass fed beef and hops and are getting back on their feet.


They were all charming and Sir Richard insisted on taking us out to lunch at the local pub. Their company was delightful. We all told Sir Richard what we would like for lunch and he ordered from the bar. By the time he returned, less than two minutes, he had already forgot what he had ordered for his wife!! His short term memory was completely 'shot', bless him.

He has lived in this small area of Surry his whole life and shared the changes he had seem since the time of the blacksmith and the wheelwright. He had a Governess for his early education and then went on to study agriculture at Cambridge. He has moved with the times and pioneered many ideas with the trees and woodland. He and his wife have actaully travelled worldwide to learn new stratgies for farming and conservation. We found him fascinating and utterly humble. He is not ready to give up either and still turns up for wortk at the estate every day by 9am. He has asked us to come back next year but not in September as he is hop farming....got to love that dedication.

The Wheelwright

 
The Hampton Estate



The Green Line

Cyprus, a country divided by two nations, with two religions, two cultures and two thoughts each struggling for dominance. With the descendants of the Ottoman rules and the sons of Plato and Aristotle, each believing they are the superior race and rightful owners of this territory, the result is a country, Cyprus, and capital city, Nikosia, literally divided....divided in to two zones by "the green line'. The country of Cyprus to the North inhabited by the Turks and the rest of the country inhabited by the Greeks.....and how did this become such a contentious and volatile situation...that's easy, The British of course!!!!

Cyprus is just below Turkey in location and was inhabited by the Mycenaeans as early as 1100BC. It remained in relative peace as a farming civilization until Alexander the Great (another Brit) captured it and then passed it over for Egyption Rule. In time is then passed to the Roman Empire  and things remained somewhat uneventful, including ownership going to the Lusignan family in 1192 who actually established Cyprus as a Kingdom . So all was well until the 16th Century when the Ottoman Rulers conquered and took control of the island.

The British jumped in in 1878 and convinced the Ottomans to let them take administration of the island.....just going to manage it they told them...it will still be yours (yeah right!). That made the Greeks happy, they finally had someone to listen to their voice as they campaigned for independance from the Turks.

When the Turks sided with the Central powers during World War I, as punishment Britain seized Cyprus as a British colony and it remained so until 1960 until they decided to forfeit Cyprus in a larger deal.

The Brits, being controlling told them how it had to be run. They initally devised a cabinet that enabled the Greeks and Turks to rule side by side (well sorta). Rule was split by a percentage...Greek had 70% of the cabinet and Turks had 30%. Greeks were unhappy with this as only 18% of Cyprus inhabitants were Turkish....they were even more unhappy when the Turkish Amry invaded in 1974 and drove all 150,000 Greeks out of the Northern part of Cyprus and seized all their homes and belongings.  The Turkish Army remain there today.

The actual dividing line between the Northern Turkish occupied territory and Greek territory goes through the capital city of Nikosia which Andy and I visited last week. We could only visit the Greek side of the capital as we failed to bring our passports which were required for entrance on to the Turkish side.. That being said, you can still feel the tensions within this city and the resentments of centuries passed.



 
 
The Green Line Border