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{catch up} strawberries & cream

I was never very lucky in pass-the-parcel and musical chairs when I was a kid, and even now I never win the lottery or money on scratch cards. But this year my luck changed when I was allocated two centre court tickets for the penultimate day at Wimbledon in the public ballot. KER-CHING! At first, I thought it must have been a typo on the letter but after reading and re-reading the letter, no, I was sure they were for me! I jumped on the phone to Mum and there’s never been so many “oh my gods!” thrown in one sentence before!

On the day, the sun was shining and we wore our Saturday bests. Our seat’s weren’t very close to the court, but what the hell, the view was still incredible!

We queued like tourists for our set of used Wimbledon tennis balls which now take pride of place on my book shelf.

Of course, Serena Williams won the women’s final comfortably on the day, and much to our surprise, not as much grunting as we expected – although we found it hard enough to keep quiet and stop talking when the match’s resumed!

The great thing about Wimbledon tickets is that you are entitled to that seat for the whole day, which meant we watched the Men’s Double’s Final and the Women’s Double’s Final.

Along with our strawberries and cream, we snacked on sandwiches and chocolate as we watched tennis match after tennis match. The atmosphere is eccentric on Centre Court and we laughed and joked at people around us and the not-so-celebrities in the Royal Box.

Wimbledon is a wonderful experience and a beautiful place to visit. I highly recommend entering the public ballot…you just never know!

crown and anchor

A last minute, dont know if it will work, Groupon purchase turned into a dream mini-getaway this weekend. Hopping on the ferry from Poole across to the small island of Guernsey just off the French coast is a tiny taste of Europe right on your doorstep.

The streets are draped in union jack bunting, the small cobbled walkways are so idyllic against the range of luxury eateries and boutiques, it just oozes British postcard!


We arrived at midday after a chopping crossing, starving. I’d read that Guernsey is a great catch, literally, for local seafood. To our delight we found a gorgeous italian-cafe’esque restaurant called La Perla overlooking the wonderful port in the blazing sun. The menu was full of delight and we instantly knew we’d be having the Cold Seafood Platter and Local Mussels.

Well what a blooming treat we had! The seafood was the freshest I had ever tasted and we were utterly blown away with the food. So after our “not so light lunch” we headed to the tourist information centre to get the low-down on what to do on the island. We were told to head to the other side of the island by bus to a village called Port Grey where they were holding their annual Rocquaine Regatta.

After the sloowwww 30 minute bus ride to the quaint village (yes everything is very slow in Guernsey!), we were amazed with the local turn out. Families from all over the island had congregated for games on the beach, Punch and Judy and the island’s traditional gambling game, Crown and Anchor.

Nothing beats getting tipsy on local cider in the sun.

And as the sun started to set and we were cider’d out, we headed back to St. Peter’s port for dinner at you guessed it, La Perla. In fact we didn’t just go back there, we ate exactly the same thing as we had at lunch. Really, nothing in the world beats the ass off that seafood.

Unfortunately, keeping my food down on the ferry back was a challenge. All in all Guernsey is a British treasure. The people, the food and the wonderful scenery is second to none and memories I made in this small British hideaway will stick with me forever.

If you want to hop on the ferry to Guernsey, Condor Ferries sail daily from Poole and if you’re lucky enough, you may even find a cheeky Groupon for £15 return (foot passenger)!

Go on…fall in love with the British Isles all over again…


folks in a festival

Waking up a little dazed from the night before’s wedding reception, we all knew only one thing was on the cards today – the annual Wimborne Folk Festival. After a slow hours bus journey to the festival due to us all opting out of driving duties, we had arrived to crowded streets with men and women in all sorts of folk attire parading and dancing amongst the hundreds of spectators.

The best thing about quaint Wimborne is it’s tiny streets and old-age stone brick buildings. But, all of this was made even more wonderful by the miles of Jubilee bunting which zig-zag-ed across the town like dot-to-dot. Even the Priory was surrounded by the red, white and blue flags.

Having barged our way through the crowds of families, buggies and festival performers, we found the White Hart pub, kitted out with it’s own beer festival out the back. With a wide selection of local ciders on the menu, we soon discovered the our new favourite cider, Cheddar Valley, and a nice spot in the sunshine.