Cambridge (Part 1)

A weekend, a break away.  Yes, another one. Hubby decided he needed his ancient hifi amp fixed so we ventured forth to Cambridge.  This apparently, is the only place where the experts can fix it…

Being the efficient person I am (ha ha), I booked a studio apartment. We arrived after many hours of moaning about the traffic and phoned the man to let us in said apartment. After much shouting over balconies, we were finally ushered in by a young polish chap who picked hubby’s bag up and left me to trail behind lugging my bag.

The studio apartment was stunning.  Thank goodness. It had everything. Beautiful bed, fully equipped kitchen, a comfortable seating area with the obligatory flat screen which I knew would not be used and green exotic plants so we could pretend we were not in Cambridge, but in some exotic land.


After unpacking I suggested we go out and get some food because I like cooking and we have a fully equipped kitchen.  Oh yes!


Off we toddled towards a shopping mall when husband realised he’d forgotten The Map. Back he scampered and then everything was fine.  We had the map and could locate Waitrose, the posh supermarket, and bought steaks for our heart attacks.

Returned home and set about cooking the steaks.  Made homemade chips, chopped tomatoes and mushrooms and grilled the steaks.  My husband asked if I had put on the fan.  I hadn’t bothered because I was trying to cope with the unfamiliar cooker and the fact that it wasn’t, em.. fully equipped.  There was one huge sharp knife and no potato peeler or small knives.  I just chopped up the potatoes, slung some butter and ground pepper on and shoved them in the oven.

The the smoke alarm went off.  Really piercing noise!!  As I opened the front door to let clean air in, a frantic man, with long grey hair, asked me if everything was ok and was I burning the dinner?  Me?  Burn food?  I don’t think so.  I told him through the noise, that I was just cooking my dinner and everything WILL BE FINE.  Eventually, I stopped the alarm by waving the bathroom towel under it.

The dinner was lovely and now you have a top tip on how to stop over zealous smoke alarms!  Needless to say, we frequented the local pub that evening, supped some beer, and laughed about the experience.  My husband cooked the breakfast in the morning and guess what?  Yes, it happened again!

Cheers!  Thank you for reading my blog.

Mini break in Weymouth…Sun, sweary lady and genius chip shop man!

Is it me, or is the south coast (uk) becoming fashionable again?

It was decided that it would be a super idea to have a long weekend in Weymouth.  After the initial panic of realising that every hotel and B and B had ‘No Vacancies’ in the window, booked a room with breakfast in a small hotel, on the sea front. Confusingly, in a room at the back and you have to go around the side of the hotel to enter it. However, it was clean and ‘newly decorated’, very near the beach and shops so it served the purpose.



On Saturday, the sun shone brightly and I decided to languish on the beach and make use of the neglected kindle.  I like real books but the device is OK on holiday.  I’m reading another Mark Edwards book and devoured, apparently, 50% of it.  Plus, watching the pregnant, smoking, lady screeching at her 6, yes 6, children.  Who, of course, had to plonk themselves next to me.  Not sure whether I was fascinated or mildly irritated.  However, during the afternoon, some soft drizzle descended on us and the sweary lady dissappeared with her brood.  I dragged my chair under a shop roof and was then entertained with another group of youngsters throwing stones at cans.  Clearly, the sign on my forehead ‘noisy groups sit near me’ was working.  But the sun soon returned and the chair was dragged back towards serenity and sunshine.

It was decided that fish and chips would suffice for the evening meal at the conveniently placed chippy near the hotel.  The chip shop man had a spray gun for the vinegar!  This means the salt stuck to the chips and were devine. Chip shop man is a genius.  It is official.

Oh, it does not stop there.  Went to a local pub and was enjoying the dulcet tones of the karaoke, and in walked a subdued gentleman dressed as a bride with his entourage.  (Think my son in law got off lightly as Mario.)  They all ordered drinks and sang Help! (how original) and I looked out of the window and saw a gang of laughing, lively girls dressed as Mexicans (sombreros and capes) coming down the hill towards the pub.  Yes, they came, saw and conquered the karaoke (I can’t get no satisfaction).

When a woman, sitting in the table near us, started slapping a man on his bum with her slipper, I decided I couldn’t take anymore madness, and headed back to the hotel.  Decaf coffee, sanity and sleep.

Day 2 I decided to take the car to Durdle Door and then to the Studland beach.  Parked in a lane nearby and walked and as I reached the Durdle Door car park felt smug and pity as I strolled past the long queues for the pay and display machines.

Durdle Door

Durdle Door

Durdle Door is stunningly beautiful and encompasses everything devine about the English coast and countryside.  The weather was sunny and hot and I climbed down to both of the beaches to enjoy the scenery, so endured a hot workout too.  Studland beach was incredibly busy and difficult to park.  Only stayed for a couple of hours and then returned to Weymouth.

The third day was spent on the beach and travelling home.  Another weekend over which was rather eventful, had splendid scenery and fabulous weather.  Felt great to visit the south coast again, and next time I won’t leave it so long.

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