Tag: weekend

Giving new things a go

Giving new things a go

In this 30 by 30 series, I’ve already discussed the importance of experience as well as the significance of never stopping learning. In addition, I can’t stress enough the idea of giving new things a go. This is tied into the previous two ideas. Through […]

Money matters

Money matters

I try to keep a balance between materialism and spirituality, although as with all things in life, the focus fluctuates. Moods come and go, as do fortunes. What I’ve learnt by 30 is that money matters, despite what people may claim. Of course there are […]

Food and fireworks

Food and fireworks

It’s been a while since I’ve written a post on my comings and goings, so with a very sociable weekend under my belt, I thought I’d divulge. The title – food and fireworks – seemed pretty appropriate given the nature of the weekend.

I rocked up at Matt’s place on Thursday night after my very last day in the Renal department at the hospital. I had been set a task to work on “from home” for Friday, so decided to seize the moment and travel over the Pennines as soon as I could.

Welcome warmth and delicious aromas greeted me when Matt let me in. His sister was visiting for a night of homecooked cuisine and a trip to the cinema to see It afterwards. It’s not often I like to miss out, but that was one movie I was not eager to see. I don’t do well with horror films, and by the sound of it, there was a touch more gore than I can handle!

Friday night: Stretford

Our friends Stephen and John kindly invited Matt and I round for a dinner party. It felt like being on a plush episode of Come Dine With Me. Their terraced house is beautifully decorated. I wish I’d taken some photos of the evening. Both the food and the décor were worthy of visuals.

The master bedroom looked over Victoria Park opposite. Although the leaves have lost their green and are tumbling by the minute, the green of the bedroom brought the outside in. An excellent tip for us all: why put up boundaries between the outdoors and the indoors?

The dining room is a noble tone of blue, and our hosts had lit it with candles. I can’t even describe the luxury of the room for a meal.

As for the food, Stephen and John treated us to champagne and tofu canapés on arrival. The meal was revealed course by course. The starter was sliced bread and a smooth, rich mushroom pâté, followed up with a broccoli and asparagus soup. For the main dish, our hosts opted to bake a sweet vegetable pie, laced with chestnuts and accompanied by dauphinoise potatoes. Delectable, although shamefully I’d eaten too much to continue by this point…

We retired to the living room to chat and relax before a dessert of raspberry-topped chocolate mousse and a cheeseboard with port. I had to give up the booze by this point, in the wee hours; I could feel the effects kicking in! I dragged myself up to bed, sated and sleepy, spotting the appearance of limoncello on my way out of the dining room.

In Come Dine With Me fashion, the votes are in, and it’s a 10! Thanks Stephen and John!


Saturday: fireworks in Lancaster

Saturday morning began as a relaxed affair for us all, with lots of lounging in pyjamas and dressing gowns. Our hosts provided us with a final flourish in the form of cooked veggie breakfast. Tomatoes, mushrooms, eggs, veggie sausages and toast set us up for the day ahead.

A brisk walk in the cold around the local park freshened Matt and I up for saying our goodbyes in Stretford and travelling up to Lancaster.

Now, I’ve mentioned before how I studied at Lancaster Uni in those misty bygone days of my late teens/early twenties. One of the highlights of the year was the bonfire and fireworks display at Lancaster Castle. From there you could see the city stretching away along the River Lune below. Beyond lay Morecambe and the sea. Sprinkle in some patriotic classical music over the loudspeakers and you had a true spectacle. The downside was the lack of space. If you didn’t get there early (some people struck camp all day), you often got stuck in traffic and couldn’t then squeeze up to the castle.

Matt and I arrived in mid-afternoon at our friend Jenny’s home – a true labour of love. She and her boyfriend have been gutting and redesigning a lot of the property. They embody a quality I feel has been lost over recent years: doing things as and when you can. Patience seems to have been lost. People decide to have something done, get someone else to do it, and it gets done as quickly as possible.

Ashton Memorial Lancaster

After being spoilt by Jenny’s mum and dad (cakes and the fluffiest macaroons from Mrs Hilton, and prosecco and waterproofs from Mr Hilton), we made our way to the Ashton Memorial in Williamson Park. The crowd was pretty big, but the view was stunning. We managed to frame the castle perfectly ahead of us. This was probably an even more wonderful way to watch the fireworks extravaganza than the old set-up.

Group shot Lancaster fireworks

Apparently, by the way, the castle was no longer the viewing place for the fireworks due to health and safety issues (crowding and people slipping on the steps down from the castle). So Light Up Lancaster now has several designated viewing sites (two requiring wristbands).

Jenny’s mum kindly dropped the three of us in Lancaster centre. We dined and drank at Bar 1725. A lot of places I used to enjoy as a student there have closed down since 2009, but I’m pleased this establishment remains strong. The food (we had 4 tapas dishes each!) is scrumptious and moreish. It’s a perplexing yet comfy layout to dine at. We managed to be seated upstairs in an area I didn’t even know existed. It was like having our own function room in the end, once others had paid up and left.

Bar 1725 Jenny Matt Bar 1725 Kevin MattBar 1725 Kevin Jenny

We took a taxi back to Jenny’s, and I was reminded how friendly and personable Lancastrian taxi drivers always are.


Sunday: vistas, brunch and browsing

Yet another chilled morning to begin with, after which Matt drove the three of us out to Jubilee Tower high above Lancaster and Quernmore. Jenny suggested it as an excellent place to view the landscape, and she wasn’t exaggerating. The morning was bright and clear, and we could see as far as Blackpool Tower and the Lake District.

Views from Jubilee Tower Views from Jubilee Tower Views from Jubilee Tower

The tower itself was a folly constructed around 1897 to mark the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria. It is an excellent viewing platform, open to the public since 1973. A dark age burial site was also uncovered on this site during the creation of the car park opposite the tower.

Brunch beckoned, so we made our way across the other side of the M6. Our destination: Daisy Clough nurseries, which I’d spotted during a quick online search. Their tearoom just opened this autumn. Matt and Jenny ordered eggs benedict (minus the bacon), and I chose a grilled cheese toastie with chips. I was very happy with my food, although I think Matt would have liked two rather than just one poached egg. We concurred, however, that undoubtedly the tearoom is working through the odd teething problem in its early days. I would definitely go back again.

Mind you, it’s not just the tearoom that would call me back. Matt took Jenny back home before he and I journeyed back to Lymm. In that time, I occupied myself with a thorough browse around the garden nursery. What a range of specimens!

Schizostylis coccinea Dodecatheon meadia Digitalis

There were plants I’ve not seen on sale in a nursery or garden centre before, as well as some species completely new to me. Some that caught my eye: dainty Dodecatheon meadia, reminding me of dogtooth violets; Digitalis mertonensis with pink-tan bells; Schizostylis coccinea with delicate flowerheads; and Digitalis ferruginea var. gigantea, throwing up towering seedheads. If only I had my own garden in which to re-home these and much more!

Well worth a visit though, to avoid the more commonplace planting out there.

A brilliant, non-stop weekend had by Matt and I – thank you again to our fabulous hosts! Be seeing you again soon 🙂

Kevin Matt Jubilee Tower



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Biddulph Grange gardens

Biddulph Grange gardens

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Otters, owls and opportunities

Otters, owls and opportunities

What are your views on Fate? I’m quite a strong believer in the idea that opportunities are laid at your feet, though it’s up to us as individuals to step out on each path or not.



Why do I say this? Well, the Sunday just gone was booked in for absolutely ages for Matt and myself to meet my friends Jen and John for the Go Ape Treetop Adventure in Buxton. Tickets were paid for, a start time of 11:00 set, and outdoor gear prepared.


Then things began to go awry. We got stuck behind cyclists, then a tractor, and then Macclesfield had two road closures and thus diversions. We made it to Go Ape eventually – at 11:07, just as the safety briefing had got underway. Matt and I were too late to join the group, although fortunately Jen and John got on with the experience.


Go Ape kindly offered us a refund in the form of two gift vouchers, which we’re sure to use at one of their sites. Maybe not the Buxton one, as it seems to be cursed for poor Matthew, who has failed to enjoy it on more than one occasion…


So how did it happen for a reason? Matt and I have a list of Things We Plan To Do. It’s an ever-growing list, but we’re certainly ticking things off too. One item on the list was The Chestnut Centre between Chapel-en-le-Frith and Castleton in Derbyshire. I’d driven past it plenty of times, but it took Matt researching to inform me it’s an otter sanctuary/wildlife conservation space. I’d always assumed it was a children’s activity centre/youth hostel-type place!



We drove from Buxton to the Chestnut Centre and I loved it. Such a good cause and so entertaining. You wander through a simple yet well-stocked little gift shop and café to buy tickets and head out through the gates to the modest deer park.


Down the hill you pass through more gates to reach the side of the stream, which feeds several small enclosures. A few of them are occupied by lively or loud (or both) otters, ranging from energetic asian short claw otters to entertaining giant otters.






One giant otter in particular was eager to have fun and please the crowds at feeding time (from 12:30, including polecat feeding too). This otter loved his metal bowl, and must have spent at least half-an-hour splashing about with it and wrestling it up the bankings.









Besides the otters and polecats, the centre houses various owl species, foxes, Scottish wildcats, pine martens and rehabilitating badgers (some you may not spot).







It was totally different to Go Ape – well, maybe as wet as Go Ape would have been with the rain – but totally meant to be. I’m pleased to have been able to contribute to the wellbeing and recovery of so many different creatures through my ticket purchase. Adoption is an option for the visitor too. I strongly recommend this little gem tucked away in a valley to anyone and everyone.


As for Jen and John… They had a great time at Go Ape, and we managed to catch the, afterwards for a couple of hours eating and drinking in The Bull’s Headin Castleton.

Off the grid, on the map

Off the grid, on the map

Sometimes it’s easy to get swept away in the hustle and bustle, and the excitement of constant activity too. Sometimes it’s soothing just to relax, no plans, no deadlines. How many of us are guilty of forgetting that?     From Friday evening to Sunday […]

An eternal outlook

An eternal outlook

How often do you find yourself retracing steps from an earlier part of your life, sometimes without even realising it? Last weekend I met Matt out in Tideswell where we’d had our very first date. This Saturday I ended up taking Troy for a walk […]

Taking it easy around Tideswell

Taking it easy around Tideswell

Do you find that every now and then you just need a totally chilled weekend?

That’s what I was in need of this time, and that is what I got. Not boring or empty, but relaxed and satisfying. I’ve been chock full of cold since Tuesday evening, and I’m still today experiencing the occasional snuffle, sneeze or cough. I needed a less strenuous couple of days.

It was the first weekend in a while where I haven’t driven over to Matt’s straight from my work experience with Bestall & Co., something I normally don’t mind doing, but which would have taken it out of me this weekend. I don’t know if you ever suffer with this when having a cold, but I always end up feeling slightly tipsy; my head feels light and disorientated when I move it while suffering a cold. So driving is fun!

So what has this past weekend involved?

On Friday evening I visited my sister at her place to discuss life, drop off a rather belated birthday present for her, and have a look over a couple of areas of her back garden which she’d like my input with – something I’ll move onto doing after typing this up (it’s Sunday morning as I write).

Afterwards I hurried home to get changed and grab a taxi over to my friend Chris’ surprise 30th birthday party, brilliantly organised by my school friend Rach. Shame that Chris slipped out of the pub earlier than the deadline for guests to all arrive, so the SURPRISE! part was a little unsurprising. He seemed to enjoy himself nonetheless, as did I. It was fantastic catching up with old friends and meeting some new people too, despite me having to leave quite early to avoid making myself more ill again.

Following a relatively early night in bed for a Friday, I was up and about Saturday tidying and then driving over to meet Matt in Tideswell, town home to the “Cathedral of the Peak”, the parish church of St John the Baptist.

I was ridiculously early (a trait of mine), but it worked out fine as I went for a little stroll alone around the town centre, passing up some side streets I’ve never bothered with before. I loved the following rows of houses with their floral fiesta (the photo sadly doesn’t do it justice):

The bench in the bottom left of the above photo is in more detail below, with its curious little notice which I imagine relates to the fact it’s not the sturdiest looking of benches!

I walked past this old chapel, now converted into what I assume is holiday cottage-type lodgings, but the sign left me wondering if it was a rentable function space instead/as well:

At the end of the same street you came face to face with the following little white gate, and I wonder what the house and garden behind the high hedging are like. Sadly as you went along, you couldn’t tell, as the sides of the garden were as overgrown as the front boundary…

Matt’s arrival was precluded by the racket of a car driving along the main road of Tideswell. People stopped and looked for the cause of the noise, and upon hearing it, most waved their arms frantically at the driver, who bizarrely carried on in blissful ignorance. He had two bikes attached to the back of the car, and one had dropped down, for its handlebars to be dragging along the road surface. I hope he pulled over eventually, as he’d have no handlebars left once he hit the 50mph zones!

Nevertheless, Matt’s arrival was the main event. You see, Tideswell has special significance for us. We both love the outdoors and country walks, and after talking online, we eventually met at the sort-of midway point between our homes, in Tideswell. It was a freezing cold January morning, snow was forecast, but we thought “what the heck, let’s do this!” We made it around halfway around the designated walk (I had a map) before the snowflakes started to descend, and quite rapidly it became a blizzard, blocking out the view all around us. Too late – we were too far to turn back.

It was great fun, even if my mobile did run out of battery, leading me to worry that my mum would be worrying as to my whereabouts and wellbeing. I got back to my car, said a hasty goodbye, and left a confused and then pessimistic Matthew behind to make his own journey over to Lymm. Not even the chance of a coffee or cake. Whoops.

Well I obviously made it clear I did actually want to see him a second time, as we were on date number two by the Saturday (two days later!).

But here we are, in a less freezing photo, from a carved stone bench at the midway point of the walk we re-enacted for the most part this weekend:

The route we followed this time takes you down out of Tideswell and along Brook Head into Miller’s Dale (on the banks of the River Wye). You go from passing cheerful local dog walkers to encountering hikers and razor-keen rock climbers, tackling the sheer faces of the cliffs.

You go through the post-industrial houses and apartments of Litton Mill…

…and on until you reach Cressbrook.

Here we deviated from our winter route and kept to the country lanes, heading high up through Cressbrook and past it’s Hall (whose gardens are usually open, £2.50 for adults, but typically not on a Saturday – bad luck!). The sun shone and the grey stone cottages looked characterful and magical. Even the most simple and pragmatic of old properties around the area appealed to me, and Matt too.

Our end goal (besides our cars in Tideswell, of course!) was the little village of Litton and its pub for a spot of late lunch. It’s called The Red Lion and if you want to visit a small country pub retaining its separate rooms and so its original personality, go there! The bar lady (I’m not sure if she was also the landlady, actually) was friendly and enthusiastic, and the food was delicious (and that was just cheddar and tomato chutney sandwiches and fat chips in our case). I wouldn’t mind it being my local.

We followed up our lunch with coffee and cake across the village green and road at the little store. The proprietors here were friendly too. In fact, I can’t think of coming across any bad sorts while out there. The range of cakes on offer was fantastic too: Matt had carrot cake, I had a raspberry and pistachio frangipane tart, but there was coffee cake, chocolate cake, brownies…. The list goes on. Carrot cake is only available one day a week though – be warned!

We polished off the day by visiting three of the pubs down in Tideswell, although we were both sadly disappointed by the George Inn and The Star Inn. They seemed popular with residents, but they had been “modernised” (read: painted neutrals, greens and magentas) and had lost any sort of character.

The last pub, The Horse & Jockey, kept its dark beams and nooks and crannies, and was much the better for it. I wish we’d sampled their food too, but we were both quite full still from our lunch and cakes. Or at least Matt was. I got home that night and devoured an Indian takeaway…

And so it brings me to Sunday, and to typing this, before getting on with some garden designing and some pottering around. I hope you’ve had a fulfilling weekend, whether it’s been quiet or action-packed.

Always remember to make a bit of downtime for yourself though; we don’t have limitless power packs that don’t need recharging now and again.

Hare, there and everywhere

Hare, there and everywhere

I read on the Pentreath & Hall Inspiration blog earlier this year how the author, Ben Pentreath, was aiming to do one new thing every weekend. Unintentionally I have been doing much the same thing.This weekend just passed was a much more sedate affair, but […]