10+ years younger

By the end of last Saturday, despite the best efforts of sunscreen, hat AND parasol, my freckles had broken out. My forehead, nose, cheeks and forearms are a canvas of little ginger dots. I personally love having feckles, although I know some people detest them. They do have the adverse(?) effect of making me look… younger.

After the fete on Saturday, we needed a few bits for the cupboards. We stopped in Harborne, and I ran into Sainsbury’s Local to grab cereal, oats, washing up liquid and a bottle of wine. Not wanting to scare the locals, I had removed my hat and gloves, folded away my parasol, released my hair into the wild curls this up-do always creates and donned my sunglasses – I looked almost “normal”.

There were two cashiers on, one lad, one lass, and when my turn came, it was the lad who was free to serve me. He scanned my items, then turned to me with a smile.

“Have you got any ID?”

You can imagine my reaction. I burst into laughter, then became VERY flustered. See, I didn’t even have my wallet with me. Blustering something about being 32 (which I’m not – I’m 31!) I turned out what I had, blushing a deep crimson.

“I’ve got a debit card and my National Trust membership card – if you can find an under 18 with a National Trust membership, I’ll be surprised!”

The cashier seemed to find this hilarious and began apologising profusely, saying how young I looked and that it must be the freckles or the curls or something. Perhaps by this point he’d clocked the crows feet on the corners of my eyes and mouth (a sign of ageing I rather like – I’ll never understand why people get upset by laughter lines!) but he was suddenly far more inclined to sell me alcohol! As he took my money he twinkled at me and said:

“I’ve made your day. haven’t I?!”

And do you know, he had!

Seven days in the sun…

My goodness, but hasn’t it been glorious in the UK over the last week? Bright sunshine, blue skies, warm temperatures and cool breezes!

I have used the weather as an excuse for walks around the grounds, up to the shops at lunchtime, and generally around the surrounding country lanes, enjoying the occasional conversation with the locals…

Have I mentioned we live next door to stables?

Dress: Lady V London; cardi: George @ ASDA; shoes: Topshop via ebay;
necklace: gift from Erin; sunglasses: vintage via charity shop.

Edwardian Fete at Winterbourne House

When Aysu suggested we take a trip out to Winterbourne House in Birmingham for their Edwardian Fete on Saturday I practically squeeed in pleasure. A chance to put my parasol to good use over afternoon tea on the lawns – yes please!

Naturally there followed a few days of costume research – what from my wardrobe would suit an Edwardian theme in what might potentially be 25-30°C heat? I immediately looked to Lucy Honeychurch in A Room with a View, and of course, Downton Abbey!

So, parasols, straw hats, crocheted wrist gloves… delicate patterns & neutral tones

Downton Abbey is, in point of fact, a little late for Edwardian fashion – beginning circa the sinking of the Titanic in 1912, and running through to 1914 and the outbreak of WW1. But fashions around this time did not move so quickly and precisely as we are accustomed to now – and more to the point, the heavy costume more closely akin to the Edwardian era is simply not fun to wear in near 30° heat! Had it been cooler, the application of my purple coat to various of my dresses would have created the perfect look!

I also found this incredibly quick and easy Edwardian hairstyle tutorial:

And this, slightly more difficult one:

But in the end I resorted to a familiar style I knew I could work, topped with my straw hat:

Originally, neither of the gentlemenfolk were available to accompany us, unfortunately, so we agreed to shoulder our parasols and chaperone one another, with a little help from Angelica, of course.

But a happy circumstance in marking allowed Dapper the sudden freedom to join us, and so our reputations remained unsullied!

It was a marvelous day out, complete with various traditional fete activities:

We had our photos taken A LOT, were mistaken for actors by the staff, and approached by a lovely couple in Edwardian dress who handed us a card for a society who are invited to dress up and attend events such as this, so get in for free and enjoy free refreshments – which sounds right up our alleys!

Dress: Miss Selfridge; cami top: M&S; sandals: Dotty P’s; basket: Ludlow Market; gloves and hat: charity shops; parasol, gift from Lauren from Malta

Returning to Middle Earth

Did you know that the West Midlands, where we live, was the inspiration for Middle Earth? Tolkien grew up locally, and many of his characters and locations were inspired by local people and places – particularly Sarehole Mill and Moseley Bog.

Sarehole Mill – the venue for the Middle Earth Weekend

When Marios suggested we all go along to the Middle Earth weekend we jumped at the chance. Any excuse to dress up and step back in time…

Dress: handmade back in my uni days; blouse: charity shop

We were told we looked “very Edwardian”, and Dapper was asked whether he had come dressed as Professor Tolkien himself…

Marios made a video slideshow of the event, which he uploaded to YouTube:

I came home happy with some handmade coconut ice (a weakness of mine!), a few future birthday gifts and some plants for my edible hanging baskets. A very unusual way to spend a Sunday.

Wild Green Soup

On Saturday we went for another morning hike, and this time I took carrier bags with me for foraging fun. I brought back a couple of bags of ingredients, one bag full of apple mint found on the verges of wasteland, and one full of wild greens, which I made into a surprisingly delicious soup, one which I would readily serve at a dinner party, it was so incredibly moreish!

Foraging tips

I’m really new to this foraging malarky, but I have found reading around the subject an absolute necessity. The most useful book in my collection has been Alys Fowler’s The Thrifty Forager – with colour photographs and anecdotal deescriptions making plants far easier to recognise than your standard illustrated, botanical texts. I took my digital camera out with me as always, and came back with photos of various plants. I then pulled out our various reference books to check what I’d found – it’s imperative that you are picking what you think you are, as so many edible plants seem to have a near-identical poisonous twin!

For example, I *think* these are Jews Ear funghi…

…but would never dare eat them (or any foraged funghi) as I can’t be sure…

Besides a decent knowledge of what you’re picking, common sense seems the most important factor in foraging for food. I avoid picking anything from the roadside, as I would rather avoid potential pollution. I won’t eat watercress, no matter how lush it looks in the burn outside our house, as it picks up any pollutants in the water, and you can never tell what’s in the soils that water has run through – or what has been discarded into the water further upstream! And I avoid anything from below waist level along the tow paths, where dogs have regularly marked territory – and worse!

Wild Green Soup

Wild rocket? Or could it be ragwort or groundsel – neither of which you really want to be eating…

As with all foraged recipes, the quantities and leaves used must be variable according to what you can lay hands on. I was also limited to using what I had in the fridge when I got home – which on this occasion just happened to work spectacularly well!

  • Knob of butter – I used some of the wild garlic butter I mixed up after last week’s forage
  • 2 sticks of celery, diced
  • 1/2 large white onion, diced
  • 2 large potatoes, peeled and cubed
  • 1 carrier bag of foraged leaves – I used largely nettles – largely dead nettles – topped up with wild garlic leaves and flowers, Jack-by-the-hedge leaves and flowers, cleavers, a few dandelion leaves and a handful of slightly past its best spinach from the fridge to put it to use!
  • 1 litre veg stock – I use bouillon
  •  1 small tin sweetcorn
  • 1 tsp cheap honey
  • 1 small tub single cream

Before you start you’ll need to sort and wash your greens. I removed the leaves and flowers from the tough stems, rinsed under cold water, and spread on a tea towel to dry. Larger leaves I washed individually, smaller leaves and flowers, in a colander. Make sure to discard any nibbled leaves or those with insect eggs on the underside.

Begin by frying off the onion and celery in the garlic butter. If you don’t have garlic butter, add garlic once the onions and celery have softened. Do not brown, just gently soften down in their own juices.

Add the diced potatoes and soften for 1-2 minutes. Add the stock, then all the greens, cover and simmer for 15-20 minutes (or until the potatoes break apart).

Remove from the heat, and stir in your small tin of sweetcorn (drained). Blend until smooth (you may need to do this in batches.) Return to the pan.

This is the point where tasting really comes into it. Stir in the cream over a low heat, season, then taste. The sweetcorn should temper the bitterness of the greens, but if it is not enough, try adding a teaspoon of cheap, runny honey. It won’t flavour the soup, but will lift and intensify the sweetcorn. Black pepper can really lift the flavours. You might also like to add a grating of nutmeg – nutmeg and greens LOVE one other!

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I also collected a considerable amount of apple mint, as mentioned above. This I divided into three piles. One pile I washed on the stalk, bunched together in groups of 3 stems with an elastic band, and hung up to dry.

With the two remaining piles, I removed the leaves from the stems and washed individually, then patted dry with the tea towel. Half were placed in an airtight box in the fridge, the other half in an old take-away tub in the freezer, for crumbling into recipes later in the year. The fresh leaves make a delicious mint tea, which makes me wonder why anyone would buy mint tea in bags at this time of year!

The Dying Art of Conversation

One of the nicest things about living in the countryside is the fact that so many people say hello to you as you pass. Like Walton-on-the-Hill, where I grew up, people here have a village mentality and will happily speak to complete strangers. By contrast, when we meet someone who responds to our greetings with a grunt, I find it almost rude. After all, manners cost nothing…

When I stumbled across this infographic on the Clipper Teas website I couldn’t resist sharing it with you all. It had never occured to me that those to whom I’m tossing a friendly  “hello” might think me “a bit weird”… And it offers no weight to my assertion that the likelihood of pleasantries being exchanged correlates directly to the time of day and day of the week on whuich two people pass. (During my commuter era I noted a direct link between early mornings, and especially early weekend mornings, and a willingness to acknowledge one’s fellow man!) But I still enjoyed it!

Hits (and misses) of the 90s

Ahh, the 1990s – my teenage years! At work yesterday I updated my Apple ID security questions, and a flashback to my first ever gig – Shed Seven – sent me hurtling down a black hole of nostalgia…

This is one of the dresses Kelsey sent over for me, and always puts me in that 90s frame of mind. The boots may not be Doc Martens, and the longline cardi may not be a flannel shirt, but I cannot help but nod to that Britpop-drenched decade with a black velvet choker, the gentler side of gothic…

Hands up if you recall the great Britpop battle of ’95: Blur vs Oasis, Country House vs Roll with it? Hands up if you can remember the winner of that great face-off? Nope, me neither. But I do remember that fated GCSE history coach trip to the Imperial War Museum, the bus split in two and ringing with the raucous sound of teenage voices raised tunelessly in song. I was a Blur girl, but some of my friends were team Oasis – and the entire student body of the history department spent the 3 hour journey attempting to drown the other team out. I’m sure the coach driver loved every minute of it!

Hands up if you progressed from Britpop to slighter heavier music, frequenting the rock clubs, traipsing around the countryside following your mates’ band from working man’s club to town hall in search of the latest battle-of-the-bands venue, faithfully clad week-on-week in knee boots, bindhi and tiara, whilst secretly wishing you could be Gwen Stefani in No Doubt, pink hair and all…

Just me, then? I somehow doubt it…

But you know something? I loved every smoke-filled, beer-drenched, sticky-floored minute of it! I Even when I nearly got trampled in a Prodigy mosh pit at Reading ’98… I wouldn’t erase one single moment.

Of course, not everything about the 90s was especially appealing, as I was reminded whilst checking my emails yesterday afternoon…

Ahhh, I remember this trend last time around! It wasn’t great then (althought I did have the belly button ring for it – sorry Mummy – I promise it’s long-gone now!) – and that was pre-obesity-epidemic…

Nostalgia trip stopped in its tracks. Thanks, but no thanks, Topshop!

*P.S. Yes, this does mean no “What I wore last Wednesday” post next week. But I wanted to share this with you sooner rather than later. I’ll try to find something else to share with you instead…