Afternoon Tea at the Museum, 26 March 2026

 For some years now, it has been the delightful custom of my sister and/or my mother to give Robert and me a voucher for afternoon tea somewhere.  This year, at our request, it was at the Science Museum.

We booked our tea for 15:00, and were told we needed to be at the museum by 14:30, but we wanted a bit of a look round while we were at it, so we left home about 13:15 (as I need to eat regularly, I had had a small lunch at about noon; the Swan Whisperer, who had been out all morning, didn't bother), going on the Tube from Brixton, and changing at Victoria.  We walked through the tunnel at South Kensington, to save faffing about with crossing the road, and were quite surprised how long it was!  The other museums were nearer....

Anyway, we got there at last and got into the museum very easily.  It is so different from what it was in my childhood, although the horrible mine is still there at the entrance!  It's even changed since we took the Boy there when he was a toddler!  We pottered round "The Making of Modern Life", and had planned to visit the Space exhibition, but this was rendered hideous by school groups racing up and down and screaming.  There is much to be said for the old-fashioned "crocodiles"!  So we decided to go up to the first floor - the café where the tea was is on the 2nd - as somehow one hardly ever goes above the ground floor.  In my childhood, there was a large children's area in the basement, which was our go-to on wet days when we stayed with my grandmother, who lived nearby.  That's long since gone, of course.  Anyway, we looked round the Wellcome exhibition, and then went upstairs.  I left the Swan Whisperer looking round the mathematical exhibition, which meant less than nothing to me, and spent a very happy 20 minutes wandering round the Clock Museum, which was totally new to me. 

The SW had to pay a quick visit to the Difference Engine, of course.  And then it was time for tea.

The service was good and attentive, and the meal was delicious.  But I'm only giving it four stars, as they had no lemon to put in my tea.  I don't bother with it at home, but on a special occasion - and they ought to have had it.  What they did provide, though, was a doggy-bag, as I couldn't eat all my share, so I've bought it home and will enjoy some of it later.  I watched the end of the men's free on my phone while we were waiting to be served!  

We decided to go home on the bus, which was a bit of a mistake as it was very slow, due to road works, but we got there in the end.  And home in time for most of the pairs free!

Early Spring Holiday, 14 March 2026

 Brixton, London

This was dawn, as seen through the window of the motor home!  I woke early, and it was a lovely morning - actually, a lovely day - although very cold.  The Swan Whisperer went to buy croissants and a tarte aux poires for lunch (much nicer than last week's!), and we had a fairly early breakfast before getting everything packed up - or as much as is feasible, of course.  Our crossing was booked for 11:50. but we were ready, and headed over to the Eurotunnel just before 10, and were delighted to be booked on the 10:20 crossing!  This meant that we arrived at No 6 just before noon, rather than the 13:30 we were scheduled to.  I was pleased, as I was aware that an early breakfast and late lunch would indubitably give me a hypo; as it was, I ate my croissant on the crossing, as intended, and survived pretty much intact until lunch.  I hadn't thought I'd really have time to cook, so lunch was kidneys in madeira sauce (an old friend) with wholegrain rice from a sachet and frozen peas.  Followed by the tarte aux poires mentioned above.

The Swan Whisperer finished transferring stuff from the WoMo to the car, and then went for a walk in the woods to enjoy the spring flowers.  The bluebells aren't yet out, he tells me, or only one or two very early ones.  We set off for home at about 4:00, and, apart from stopping for petrol, made good time.  To discover, of course, that we have left our coffee grinder and one of his earbuds in the WoMo, where they will have to stay until Easter, when we are next going down.  So when the SW nipped out to Lidl to get milk and bananas,  he also bought some ground coffee to keep us going.

I am annoyed as I bought a new tablet from Amazon to replace mine, which I thought had died.  It arrived, so I switched on my current one to try to do a factory reset before recycling it, only to find it was behaving perfectly!  I suppose I'd better return the new one, but feel I don't trust mine just now.... Sigh!

So that's it for now until May, when we go to Oberstdorf; if diesel is still as horrendously expensive as it is now, we may have to make it a two-centre holiday, rather than a touring-and-one-centre one.  I hope there will be some outings between now and then, though.

And here are some of the amaryllises I bought my mother for her birthday.  To cut a long story short, I thought I'd ben scammed, and bought her something else, but then these arrived and have actually grown!

Early Spring Holiday, 13 March 2026

Blériot-Plage, Pas-de-Calais

Wouldn't you have thought my tablet could have waited until tomorrow before deciding to die on me? It will no longer find any WiFi, and although I suspect I can do my non-WiFi puzzles, I do hope most of them are saved in the Cloud, so I don't lose too much. I know the NYT puzzles are, and I can do them on my phone until I get another tablet, but not all of them. Well, we shall see. 

Anyway, the weather was atrocious again this morning, and the drive from Riqueval pretty nerve-wracking! We stopped at a Carrefour outside Cambrai for me to do a Last Shop in France, and then at the Auchan near Dunkerque, where we had lunch and I did another Last Shop as I'd forgotten to buy Easter chocolate (so much nicer here).

Then we drove to the aire in Blériot-Plage and had a cup of tea, at least, I had a cup of tea and the Swan Whisperer went for a run, and had a cup of tea and a shower when he got back. I spent the afternoon finishing the sleeve of the sweater I'm knitting, and attaching it to the main body. I haven't taken any photos today, so here is one from yesterday's walk. 

Early Spring Holiday; 12 March 2026

Bellicourt, Aisne

The rain departed during the night, and the sky cleared, with the inevitable result that the temperature dropped like a stone, and in our bedroom this morning my clock said it was only 8.5° C!  However, the heating soon came on and it was reasonable - not warm, but reasonable - by the time I went to have my shower.

We decided against retracing our steps  into Troyes - we have been there before and will doubtless go again.  So we headed straight on towards Saint-Quentin, stopping for me to shop and then again for lunch.  Alas, by the time we got there, there was No Room in the Inn as the aire was full.  So we decided to come here to the Riqueval canal tunnel, where we have been a couple of times before.  There are services, but according to the nice man in the tourist office nearby, they are a new installation and don't work, so he came out to see exactly how they didn't work, so he could report it!  He also let the Swan Whisperer have some water from the tap, so we should be all right for showers in the morning.  

After a cup of tea, we went out for a walk from the tunnel mouth down to the bridge over the canal and back.  What was rather fun was that there was a barge just coming under the bridge

so we were sort-of racing it all the way back - it was travelling at about the same speed I'm comfortable with, so I pushed myself slightly.  But it moored up before reaching the tunnel, and we thought it might not go through this evening.  And on that side of the canal you have to go down to water level and up again, rather than staying on the level of the bridge as you do on the far side, which was a very long pull up.  I got there in the end, but was utterly feeble and kept having to stop to catch my breath.  Poor Swan Whisperer was very patient with me, but I'm sure he'd rather have gone on by himself rather than trailing along at my speed.  He was most polite, but....

Anyway, we are approaching the end of the holiday - Calais tomorrow, and a Last Shop in France, and then home on Saturday.

Early Spring Holiday, 11 March 2026

Pont Sainte-Marie, Troyes, Aube

We decided not to visit Dijon this morning - the prospect of a walk round the Lac Chanoin Kir (sadly not filled with the eponymous beverage!) was far more attractive. 

It was a lovely walk; the lake, artificial, is a leisure area, with loads of sporting facilities, cafés, etc, plus a cycle track and a pedestrian path - well used by joggers and walkers - all round it.  We did come slightly off it - not so's you'd notice, really - to walk alongside the Canal de Bourgogne, which is alarmingly well-groomed, and appears to have no life at all apart from some weeds. 

There were plenty of water fowl on the lake proper, though, including grebes, coots and mallards, and a heron on a post (photos on Facebook, of course).

The walk was just under 4 kilometres by my watch, and I was struggling a bit towards the end, but nevertheless enjoyed it.  Back at the WoMo, we had coffee and then the rain started!  It has continued  on and off ever since, and we are thankful we got our walk in before it started!  

We set off for Troyes going on a non-Motorway road that, although bendy in places, was mostly very well kept.  We stopped at a random Lidl to shop, and at a picnic area for lunch.  After which I went sound asleep, and have really not been awake much since.  Supper, fortunately, was leftovers, and the Swan Whisperer very kindly hotted them up.  We are not at our usual aire, because when we got there, the motorhome spaces were filled with cars (which they ought not to have been), and there was nowhere really to park up while we waited for their owners to come back.  However, there is a paying aire not 10 minutes' drive away, and we have come to it - so useful, as we can have electricity, which always helps make the place more appealing on a cold, wet night, as we can have the heating on and not worry about the lights.  But we are not well placed to visit Troyes - however, we have done that before and it doesn't really worry us not doing it again.  There is an Aldi not very far away where I can shop in the morning.

Early Spring Holiday, 10 March 2026

Plombières-Les-Dijon, Côte d'Or

The weather this morning was not conducive to an enjoyable walk round Chalon-sur-Saône.  The Swan Whisperer did go for a short run, but didn't enjoy it very much, and after breakfast we decided that the prospect of a healthy walk in the rain was not one that filled either of our hearts with joy.  

So instead we decided to spend the morning doing a load of laundry.  Many French supermarkets have self-service laundries in their car parks, which include detergent and fabric softener, so we found where the nearest one was and made good use of it. 

I was intrigued by the dog-washing facility next door, and wonder how many poor pooches are subjected to its rigors!  Anyway, I shopped and the SW got diesel and coffee while it was happening, and when it had finished, we put away our clean clothes (I am annoyed that I forgot to put my jumpers in there - they are acrylic and can go on a 40° wash - but we will have far less washing than usual when we get home.  And I do have enough jumpers to do me until then - and, at that, the others are pretty much still wearable!

By the time we had done all that, it was gone lunch-time, and there was a restaurant in the complex, so we decided to go and see what it was like.  We decided against a starter, so the Swan Whisperer had chicken breast in a Roquefort sauce, and I had white fish in a lemon sauce. 

He had chips and I had vegetables (the choice was chips, vegetables or rice), and we both had chocolate mousse to follow, which was rather much but it would have been a pity to waste it.  And coffee.  As we had had cordial while we were putting away our washing (I had the French elderflower, which isn't nearly as nice as the English, and the SW had raspberry-and-rhubarb which I had bought him this morning because I Am Nice Like That), we just drank water.

After that, it was time to head on, but we hadn't very far to go today, only as far as Dijon.  We went the pretty way - and it really was pretty, up the Ouche valley.  The rain went on and off, and at one stage there was a rainbow.  

Early Spring Holiday, 9 March 2026

Chalon-sur-Saône, Saône-et-Loire

Memo to self: Where we park in Vichy is in one of the car parks by the Mairie!  We had trouble finding it and at first the Swan Whisperer wanted us to park somewhere where it would be about 30 minutes walk to get to the spa park and back - I don't think so!  But eventually we found where we like to park, and it was gratifying free on a Monday.  This, of course, means that most shops are not open, but it is not closed up quite as much as Moissac, for instance, is, and many bars and cafés were doing a roaring trade.

We had a lovely walk.  I gather it was proposed(?) named(?) as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2021, and it is doing what it can to justify that nomination in terms of refurbishing the place.  Most of the park has been refurbished now, and looks very nice - the Swan Whisperer said it had been heaving the previous evening, and I'm not surprised - but a lot of work is still being done.  We were able to enter one of the "Sources", but not to drink the water, which is a pity.

  

After our walk, we headed on to what I hoped would be the nearest Lidl, but the Satnav started taking us all round the houses, and there was a large Carrefour, so I shopped there, instead.  After which I was very low blood sugar and felt cross and weepy, and it was a good 15 minutes to the picnic place where the SW had decreed we would have lunch.  Once that had happened, I felt sleepy (often do, after a hypo), and slept most of the way to Chalon-sur-Saône.  We are parked up in the municipal aire we have used before, and I'm looking forward to a walk in the morning.  The SW has gone for a leg-stretch and to remind himself of the layout of the place.  I, meanwhile, am very amused by the plethora of young people, obviously going to or from playing sport, who, by their hairstyles and dress, could be clones of my older grandson!  Teenagers everywhere look the same....