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Shaw Island, PM
Okay, so it's only going to be two installments--here's the second:
1/25/2004
8:41 AM
It’s late afternoon, here. Just back from a hectic day of
looking around. I went out this morning to take care of a few
things in London and then I went off to Camden to see the Market and
have lunch at a Gastropub in Chalk Farm. The food at the pub was
okay--value for money--as they say. And it did keep me from
stuffing myself with innumerable yummy smelling foods offered by
countless stands at the market. The market which is indescribably
cool was a sea of humanity--today being very sunny and bright.
The world and their brother was out and after several hours of looking,
and a bit of shopping, I left to come home and rest my ankle which I
twisted somewhere in the course of the day. Don’t have any
plans for later yet, but Jack has just returned from Wales.
Well, in an unprecedented move, we decided to stay
in tonight. I made a risotto from what was on hand--chorizo,
mushrooms, herbs and stock. We had this with lashings of wine as
our main course. We began with a nice New Zealand Chardonnay
Moved on to a Chatauxnuef de Pape
and Finished with a Rhone. . . .
We watched the last Batman movie which was utter crap and had a nice discussion of current chefs US and UK.
Tomorrow I think I will take in, hopefully, a tour
of the Fuller’s Brewery, and the Le Cordon Bleu cookery
school. I will have to be diligent about making arrangements in
the morning. We shall see. . . .
1/26/2004
4:27 PM
It’s really 12:21 in the morning and I’m
a bit done in. All the endless walking around town had given me
some severely blistered feet--a problem I blame on the new shoes
I’m warring and that they are not as nice as my older pair.
My back is playing up a bit in the mix, which is causing my hips to
ache and my feet to be out of kilter, around and around. I am
sore, but in otherwise fine spirits, perhaps it’s the brandy
night-cap. . . .
Today, Jack advised against going to
Fullers--”You are in one of the best cities in the world, what go
to a brewery. Now, get out of the house and go do something
interesting. . .”
So, I went to wander around the City--the older part
of London and see St. Paul’s--always magnificent. Then I
did go to Le Cordon Bleu under the premise that I was wishing to be a
student there--I was not impressed, for reasons I shall not commit to
here.
I made it to Neal’s Yard Dairy to pick up some
cheeses to bring home--and the bloody customs officers had better not
nick it! And I wandered around SoHo a bit and ended up at the British
Museum and saw a really interesting exhibit on buried Treasure found in
Britain in the last 100 years. The treasure is huge and extends
from 3400 years ago, right through the Victorians. Then I went on
to see the statue collection from Ancient Greece and Rome.
Came home and Jack and I went to the Anglesea Arms
for dinner--really good for the money, but not as good as it should be.
Tomorrow is my last full day in London.
Hopefully we will have lunch at the River Cafe. I need to find
another bag to bring all of the stuff home which I have accumulated--so
much for traveling light with only one carry-on. . . .
1/27/2004
3:33 PM
11:27 pm--really. Today was my last full day in London. Not
much went on. Got stuck in the underground between stations for a
half an hour. Had a delay on another train on my way to
lunch. Had a bit of a stressful morning. Didn’t
really get to do all that I set out to this morning. The weather
was very cold. I did get to the River Cafe--perhaps one of
London’s finest, if not more overpriced restaurants. Took
Jack out to Lunch. I think he’s a bit sick of my being
around--who wouldn’t really, after a week. It’s an
upheaval of his life. Well, I’m gone tomorrow. We
have plans to get up early and go to the Covent Garden flower market
and the Billingsgate fish market to see what it’s all
about. We have to be up by 4am. I’m not too sure Jack
is so keen to go--he has put it off the whole week. I really do
need to get home and sort out my life. Work wise and other
wise. Jack has helped me see that I must be a miserable sod to
live with at home. Things haven’t gone easy since my injury
and career change--but three years is more than enough of that
crap. I’ve got to pull up my socks and get my finger out of
it--get to work and make things happen. I have learned a lot
while I was here though. About how to do things and make things
happen. I need to do some serious reading about management,
motivation, etc.
Tim from the Ballymaloe course came over
tonight. We had a late, light supper of Roast Baby Beet Salad,
Fennel and Blood Oranges with Chevre, and parmesan and a simple
balsamic and olive oil drizzle. It was large and tasty with
several glasses of wine from Jack’s cellar. This evening
has made me see what a waste my life has been. Jack has an
MBA--he’s 4 years older than me. Tim is on his way to an
MBA. He is 12 years younger. They are and will be both
successful, while I chose the path less taken and, while I have a
wonderful family, have sweet FA to show for my journey. I’m not
only talking in terms of money, and things but fulfillment and dreams
as well. Perhaps this will all be clearer with the smell of the
salt air in the dawn’s early light.
1/28/2004
7:00 AM
2:54 pm--skies over London
the trip is over and I am back on the cattle-car in
the sky. Jack and I were up with the Larks this morning--despite not
getting any rest. We hit the Billingsgate Fish market
first. It was huge and amazing. Like nothing I have ever
experienced--the shear mass of fish there at a given moment--species
representing most of the earth’s diversity. It was way
coo;l. Not everybody's cup of tea, but to see the beautiful
shapes and colors and variety is worth it at least once.
From there we drove to the huge Covent Garden
Wholesale floral market--again, vast. Flowers and scents from
everywhere. All the colors of roses--I took as many pictures as I
could, but it was hard to capture it all. I only hope my pictures
come out.. After we got back to the house I fell asleep for
a good long while and got up just before we had to depart from the
airport. I am now flying, and praying I will land in time to make
my connection with the shuttle back to the ferry. I hope so. I
will be knackered.
Shaw Island, AM
I am totally in jet lag mode. I didn't sleep
at all yesterday on the way home. Jack and I got up at 4am London
time and did a tour of the wholesale markets--way cool. I didn't sleep
hardly from then till I got home 20 hours later. I got 6 hours of
sleep and I am semi-wide away now.
I couldn't believe how much the kids changed in a
week. I was completely different than when I went a way for 3
months--I am not sure I could do that again.
I wasn't able to blog while I was in London, but I
did keep track blog-style. So I will post it now in 3
installments:
1/20/2004
7:16 PM
The skies above Seattle.
Packing into a BA sardine can I jet onward. There is barely space
to hold this laptop to write this. Off I go. Not much
planned. We shall see what comes of this trip and the interview I
need to arrange.
I look forward to seeing Jack in about 8 hours. I musn’t
spend too much time at this thing--battery is about 3hrs of charge and
I need to get some sleep if I’m to compete tomorrow. I do
want to work on my web site as well.
1/21/2004
8:29 PM
London, Chiswick
Up with the bloody lark.
I’m wide awake at 4:20 am with nothing to do. Driving me crazzy.
1/22/2004
4:08 PM
It is 12:02 London time--no longer the wee hours of the morning.
Had an actually great day--went to Tetsbury to an antique mall and
pub. Then out on a pub crawl for dinner--had a nice meal and saw
the upscale, beautiful Hamstead heath district of London.
Tomorrow it is down to my interview--I hope. And we shall
see. Met Jack’s friend Nicky--a nice sort. She stayed
with us through 3 pubs and 5 drinks and decided she was done in and
went home.
It is up early tomorrow as Jack is leaving for the weekend and I need
his help finding a few places. Might do the Borough market and
then off to Winchester. May ring Nicky as she was up for showing
me a bit of the city tomorrow evening. I shall see what Jack
thinks tomorrow when we are sober.
Went out to Barnes last night--good fun and an okay meal.
1/23/2004
3:33 PM
Today was a sort of wasted day. I got up, got some directions
from my friend Jack--who is away in Wales for the weekend--and headed
out to do some of the things I came here to do. I first went to
change some money near Piccadilly Circus and the I headed to
Neal’s Yard to buy some tea from this great tea shop there.
I headed over to Covent Garden to buy some Soap at Lush--another way
cool shop--and then went in search of this market I’ve been dying
to go to. It is only open Friday and Saturday. I start off
by taking the tube to the wrong destination--I went to my final
destination instead of where I wanted to go first. Space
Cadet! So, no problem the market is supposed to be quite
close--so I start walking, and walking and walking. I finally get
close to where I want to be and Holy Shit, I look at my watch and
realize I have just enough time to catch a tube (actually two) back to
where I just was, so I can catch a train south for a job
interview. I am racing around and am now hot, sweaty and tired on
a cold, grey London day with get-off early Friday rush hour
traffic. I pay for my train--unbelievable expensive for an hour
trip. I haven’t eaten anything but toast all day--I was
going to buy something great to eat at the market. So I grab a
pre-made baguette sandwich--their okay in a pinch. I have just
enough time to get on the platform and on a coach before the train
departs. I check out a couple of cars and everything is
packed. I am lucky enough to find a seat, but I am sweating like
a pig now, exhausted and just a bit shell-shocked. I sat there
for 20 minutes before I even moved. I put away the sandwich for
later--no elbow room--and read.
I get to Winchester where I am supposed to be and it
is freeeeezing outside. I eat my sandwich while I wait to be
picked up for the interview. I am freezing. The interview
went well, looks like a great operation, but just as I was afraid
of--the perfect job pays nothing. I have some hard thinking to do.
I didn’t get back to London until 7pm and was
just two exhausted to do anything, so I made the 30 minute trip and 20
minute walk back here and had take away Lebanese for dinner and watched
Telly.
I think I will make a better plan tomorrow morning
and actually go out and do those things I want to get done!
1/24/2004
4:06 PM
Yes, it is midnight once again. I am
absolutely shattered. Totally exhausted. However, today did
go better than expected. I began the day with laundry and a
bath--my mate does not believe in showers, although I tend to prefer
them. Whilst I waited for the laundry to finish, I planned the
day. Because of this, my day went forward very well. I made
it to the Borough Market, just as I wanted--more of this later.
And I was able to see an exhibition of recently discovered Roman Coins
at the London Museum--brilliant. However, all this meant a lot of
walking. I went in search of some restaurants I wanted to see up
close and had a disappointingly expensive dinner for the quality of the
food.
To return to the Market. It was everything an
more than I expected. To begin with it was a very sunny, bright,
cold day. Everyone was out. The market was packed.
But it was worth it--I think I was there several hours, wandering
around and shopping.
I bought: Chorizo sausage
Saffron
Rhubarb
Chillies
Fennel Bulbs
Smoked Mid-Back Bacon--from organic, free-range hogs
Blood Oranges
Five different flavored (over priced) chocolate truffles--handmade
I also ate a grilled wild boar sausage and onion sandwich with organic wild greens on.
I’m not quite sure what I am going to make
with the food, but I will think of something when Jack gets back.
We may go to a fish market on Monday. I’d better make
something cool, after lugging that lot around on my back all day.
After seeing the sights, sounds and smells of the market I walked up
the Thames to the Butler’s Wharf to see a trio of Restaurants and
Shops Sir Terrance Conran (of Habitat) designed and calls a
Gastrodome. It was cool. I wanted to eat there, but they
are a bit over priced and it was getting late, so I legged it up to the
Museum of London, after a quick detour to the Smithfield Meat
Market--close on a saturday, of course.
It was nearing 6pm, so I made my
way towards home, hoping to stop in to a restaurant called the Sugar
Club. I’ve seen the cookbook, I wanted to eat the
food. I went out of the way--actually more out of the way than
that, because I took a trip through the Portabello Market, before
making my way to where the Sugar Club was supposed to be according to
my guide. Apparently Jack took the uptodate guide with him, because the
place was closed. I then beetled down to Notting Hill.
I was a bit early for Clarke’s to be open, so
I went into the pub across the road. It was packed, but
nice. i was dead on my feet. Ordered a pint of lager when I
wanted ale. That’s okay, I spilt it--all over some poor
girls trousers. I then had to buy her and her chap each a pint
and myself a new pint--I went with Guinness based on the fact that
having consumed hundred of pints of the dark brew I have never spilt a
one.
The restaurant being opened I sallied forth and was
robbed blind. If pressed I will sometime give the details of a
poorly conceptualized menu, in what is a nice place with a bit of an
ego problem. I made my long way home and relaxed with a brandy,
sore and tired with a lower back that is playing up.
Tomorrow, depending how I feel--Camden Market and maybe the National Gallery in the morning.
G’night.
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