28 Aug 2012

Something a Little Bit Different

In the last post on my Ramblings from Rosebank blog here I wrote about a visit to a wonderful little place called the Garden Barn which is about a twenty minute drive from where we live.  I was so impressed with it that I took the beloved with me on Monday for another look.

It isn't a garden centre exactly - I mean it doesn't sell compost and the usual trays of pansies etc. - no it is more of a garden experience.  It used to be a farm but now the barns have been converted into a shop for garden ephemera.  Lots of vintage - and what the Americans would call 're-purposed' items.

Old tin baths ideal for use as planters

Old step ladders for displaying pot plants

Railway sleepers propped up on old chimneys to display a row of lavender

Earthenware pots and flagons for garden decoration

A beautiful vintage pergola for training the runner beans

and inside the barn - old display cabinets

all the items beautifully displayed

and upstairs in a viewing gallery - a small cafe with retro furniture.


and outside again - a cast iron garden table and chairs - sadly, for display purposes only.

I came away with lots of ideas to try and put into practice in my own garden.  I already have old tin buckets full of plants and the old flagons and earthenware which I have accumulated over the years.  And I have three railway sleepers that I have wondered what to do with.  Now I know - I'll use them to display pots of flowers raised on brick columns.

It's not often that I come across a place that ignites my imagination - this one certainly did.

20 Aug 2012

Seasonal Pleasures - picnics

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My earliest memory of picnicking is on a beach surrounded by a wind break and my Dad pumping the old Primus stove to make a cup of tea.  The picnic didn't consist of anything much - a few sandy  cucumber and Dairylea sandwiches maybe.  But I still like the idea of a picnic even though I really can't remember the last time I went on one.  The ideal location  for me would have to be by a river or stream, sitting in the shade of a tree on a hot summers' day.  With a proper picnic basket full of special picnic food and tartan rugs to sit on and taking a snooze after lunch with wine and beer
chilling in the stream.



Esta es una de la cosas que más me gusta hacer contigo...Da igual el lugar y cuando porque tú y yo somos nuestro riconcito del mundo!!


Of course, the best picnics seem to happen only in childrens literature.(Jane Brocket from an article in the Guardian describes ) 
Famous Five picnics in the series by Enid BlytonI don't mind which one because any Famous Five picnic would be high on my list of marvellous food moments. Although I have never found any reference to "lashings of ginger beer" in Enid Blyton's books, I have come across "lashings of boiled eggs". It's amazing how she manages to make hard-boiled eggs sound ultra-exciting and appealing; maybe it's the addition of the inevitable "screw of salt" which does it? Or maybe it's something to do with fresh air, freedom and the adventures that invariably follow any Famous Five picnic? Or perhaps it's the food - always "gorgeous" - that accompanies the eggs? Tomato sandwiches, lemonade, tinned sardines, melt-in-the-mouth shortbread, lettuces, radishes, Nestlé milk, ginger beer, tins of pineapple chunks, squares of chocolate. The Famous Five set a standard in picnics that has never been equalled.
 Maria's tea party in The Little White Horse by Elizabeth GoudgeThere are quite a few wonderful tea parties in children's literature, but nothing can beat Maria's spectacular affair. The catering is done by Marmaduke Scarlet, the strange little cook at Moonacre who possesses almost mystical powers in the kitchen, plus the skills and artistry to conjure up all sorts of treats and delicacies at a moment's notice. A truly dedicated baker, he relishes the planning and his list what he prepares makes the reader desperate for an invitation. There's plum cake, saffron cake, meringues, Devonshire splits, almond fingers, parkin, cream horns, lemon curd sandwiches, cinnamon toast, gingerbread, eclairs and plenty more. It's a veritable litany of great British tea-time treats, and one of the most mouth-watering literary moments ever.
Robber tea in The Box of Delights by John MasefieldI have great memories of a wonderful indoor den made in winter from my Nana's card table and tablecloths, illuminated by a red light bulb taped to the underside of the tabletop (unthinkable nowadays, I suppose). My brother and I would spend hours in there, playing cards and demanding supplies of food and drink from our indulgent grandparent. But I now realise that we could have gone even further and played "robber tea" like the children in The Box of Delights. A cave-like den is created in a darkened room with table, chairs, curtains and lanterns, the fire is stoked, and out come the toasting forks, sausages, bread, butter, dripping and jam. They pretend they are robbers as they lie on the hearthrug in the glow of the fire, toasting their food before scurrying back to the den with their haul. It's a wonderfully evocative scene that blends food and imagination, and makes the whole concept of dens utterly irresistible.
Jane has also written a cook book called Cherry Cakes and Ginger Beer which is a nostalgic look at food in childrens literature.
Picnics....Where all of the relatives met at a park and spent the entire day eating, playing and talking together.

So what would the ideal picnic food be for me.
I could go down the pork pie, sausage roll or scotch egg route, but I would definitely have to include potato salad, chicken drumsticks and cherry tomatoes and crusty fresh bread - or maybe a selection of meats from the Deli counter.
Picnic on a roundabout. Some roundabouts are so pretty and iv always always wanted to do this! Would be so funny having everyone staring as they drive by


An enduring image of the best sort of picnic comes from 'The Enchanted April' film when they were picnicking on the hillside eating fresh peaches or the scene from Swallows and Amazons:-
"She put the frying pan on the ground, and gave every one a spoon.  The captain, mate and the crew of the Swallow squatted round the frying pan, and began eating as soon as the scrambled eggs, which were very hot, would let them.  Mate Susan had already cut four huge slices of brown bread and butter to eat with the eggs.  Then she poured out four mugs of tea, and filled them up with milk from a bottle.  Then there was a big rice pudding, which had been brought with them on top of the things in one of the big biscuit tins.  Then there were four big slabs of seed cake.  Then there were apples all round".

les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs. — happinessisaformofcourage: Romantic picnic




"The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, tied it up, helped awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the picnic basket. The Mole begged to be allowed to unpack it all by himself. He took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents, gasping 'Oh my! Oh my!' at each fresh surprise."

The first usage of the word is traced to the 1692 edition of Tony Willis, Origines de la Langue Française, which mentions pique-nique as being of recent origin; it marks the first appearance of the word in print. The term was used to describe a group of people dining in a restaurant who brought their own wine. The concept of a picnic long retained the connotation of a meal to which everyone contributed something. Whether picnic is actually based on the verb piquer which means 'pick' or 'peck' with the rhyming nique meaning "thing of little importance" is doubted; the Oxford English Dictionary says it is of unknown provenance. (Wikipedia)

The Edwardian Picnic
This occasion was one of  perpetual sunshine, flowers, youth, copious amounts of food and drink: sandwiches, cold meats, cold pies, biscuits, fruit, Pimms. Picnic food -- not simply a replica of normal fare.
There were games of croquet, cards, bawdy songs, parasols for the ladies, sedate flirtations under the oaks. The Edwardians took advantage of a new appreciation for the pleasures of leisure and the English countryside (along with improved transport -- trains and automobiles) to visit it in large numbers.

The other vital element of the experience, one which the Edwardians understood, was that one should contribute as little effort as possible towards the food. It should come to one as if a gift from the heavens. This is why carting a vehicle filled with a barbecue and most of the accoutrements of the kitchen to a park or beach to cook the outdoor meal simply won't do. 

No, the ONLY thing for outdoor eating is the picnic hamper -- ideally packed by someone else. Such as Fortnum and Mason. The legendary qualities of Fortnum's hampers was the subject of an earlier post, "How to Travel in Culinary Style." A hamper answers quite nicely for the occasion, and since it is so difficult to get good domestic servants these days (and footmen are particularly in such short supply), it is easily portable by two people.
This excerpt was taken from Eating Like An Edwardian
and finally,  probably the most famous picnic of all
Le dejeuner sur l'herbe - Edouard Manet

A book of verse beneath the bough
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!
(Omar Khayam)

Here's what Elspeth Thompson has to say in her 'The Wonderful Weekend Book'.
The British seem particularly keen on picnics, whether it's a grand black tie affair with champagne at Glyndebourne, cold roast chicken and pork pies from the boot of a 4x4 at a point-to-point, or a children's birthday party in the park with cake, crisps and sausages on sticks - and plenty of umbrellas in case of a shower.  We're all too happy to load up the hamper and take off to a city park or meadow in the country at the slightest excuse.  Food and drink, we are prone to saying, tastes better in the open air.  Even though the commonly used phrase for outdoor eating - 'al fresco' - is Italian, to a European this means an elegant table on a restaurant terrace, not lugging provisions miles through the mud to lounge uncomfortably on the ground.

13 Aug 2012

Inspirational Teachers

When I have a huge stack of ironing to do I usually sit down to do it and watch a film to take my mind off the undiminishing pile.  This week I chose 'The History Boys'.  For those of you who haven't seen or heard of it - it is about a group of students trying to pass their final exams to get into Oxford and Cambridge.  Richard Griffiths plays Mr. Hector their 'general studies' teacher who encourages them to learn all sorts of things they they think can't possibly help them get through their exams.  The end of the film is very moving when his 'boys' sing a tribute song of Bye Bye Blackbird.   Mr. Hectors only advice to them is 'Pass it on boys, pass it on'.
It go me thinking about other inspirational teachers in the movies. 

I remember watching 'To Serve Them All My Days' I loved it - I read the book first by R.F. Delderfield - he too was an inspiration - I unfortunately never had a teacher who really inspired me to greater things in a particular subject - although I was always encouraged by my English teachers.
Then there was Jean Brodie - who can forget Maggie Smith with her wonderful performance in 'The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie'.
And what about The Dead Poets Society - all these teachers had a vocation and passed their enthusiasm on to their pupils - their teaching methods were often unorthodox and frowned on by the powers that be - but their pupils loved them.
Finally, the unashamedly sentimental - Goodby Mr. Chips - hankies at the ready.  I particularly liked the t.v. adaptation with Martin Clunes as Mr. Chipping.  There are lots more modern films about teaching 'bad ass' children - but the ones I have listed are my particular favourites.
I know all these teachers are fictional and a bit extreme but to love your subject and your pupils must be very rewarding for everyone concerned.

6 Aug 2012

Sixth Sense - Or Is It Just Coincidence?

Something rather spooky happened this morning.  You know that half-state between sleeping and waking when strange things pop into your mind - well this morning, a lady whose blog I follow, drifted into my consciousness - and I thought that it was ages since I had read any blog posts from her.  Then later when I started up the computer - there she was - the first blog post for a couple of months.  So was that part of my sixth sense - or just coincidence.
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 This has happened many times before and sometimes I find it a bit scarey.  Can I make things happen just by thinking about them?  Is it just intuition or maybe ESP - are we so linked in to the universe that our every action has a reaction?
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A while ago I kept dreaming of an old friend of mine and I just had the distinct feeling that something had happened to him.  We hadn't been in contact for many years and I had no way of knowing where he was.  A long time after this I dreamt of him again - managed to contact him via Google and it turns out he had been seriously ill and had literally died, been given a heart transplant and lived to tell the tale.  Sixth sense or coincidence?

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 The question is - is there a cosmic influence in our lives that we aren't aware of - sometimes when I'm driving I feel I have to deliberately not think about having an accident - because if I think of it I will make it happen.  These things seem to manifest themselves all the time - I am quite intuitive (they say most women are) and sometimes I do find it spooky.
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Have you had any similar experiences?  (I hope this post doesn't make me sound too weird).