We’re off to one of my favorite places, The Natural History Museum! This time we are going to see the new Venom exhibition.
First of all, book tickets, the queue is something else entirely. The size of it would strike fear in to the heart of even the most dedicated museum lover. Luckily we have booked tickets, so with rather smug smiles we sidle past the massive line and straight in.
The exhibition, is beautifully put together, with lots of information and specimens as well as real life survival stories. We spend a wonderfully morbid hour and a half perusing the fangs and barbs of snakes, jellyfish, spiders and all sorts of insects.
Get in before it closes, if you are a member it is free!
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace
Next stop on our Northern Portugal adventure. We pick up a hire car and head off into the countryside in search of quiet, views and more wine!
We head out of Porto and choose to avoid tolls for cost saving and nicer driving. The countryside is beautiful and lush. We drive through the morning, it takes about 3 hours but we do not notice the time as we are blessed with the wonderful views.
Slowly we start to climb into the vine country before we dip down again along the riverside. Then we start to ascend properly passing the vineyards that below to the Port Houses and Cellars that we saw and visited in Porto. We turn of the main roads and head high into the mountains. Its not a great drive for those who suffer carsickness or vertigo, but on we go. We reach a small town close to Armamar.
The view is simply incredible.
Stretching out in front of us, a church nestles between the vines and chimes as we clamber out and head into the most wonderful villa. We have splashed out a little (60 euros a night) so that we can have the privilege of a swimming pool, views and a BBQ.
The next few days pass in relaxation heaven. We spend our days driving the countryside and stopping in little towns. We visit Armamar and shop in the local bakery, butcher and shops before heading home to cook outside and enjoy the evening slowly passing.
It is perfect.
Mersea Island is a large estuary island in Essex, close to Colchester. You can grab a train to Colchester or the easiest option is to head out in a car. It’s about an hour and half in the car and the scenery is lovely especially with the sun shining away.
I love London but sometimes you have to get out of the city and into the green or onto the sand.
Driving through the countryside laughing the time passes easily and we arrive via Colchester, which is quiet a pretty old Roman town. Colchester is one of the UKs oldest towns and is steeped in history, and was once the capital of Roman Britain before being destroyed during Boadicea’s time. There is a castle, museum and Roman walls, but we’re on a mission to the seaside!
A little bit longer in the car and we head into Mersea and follow the signs to the seaside.
There are lots of families and everyone has their dog! It’s great, we walk along the beach and follow the coast around and then along the coastal path. There are swans in the water and one side and sail boats the other, we wonder and enjoy the sun and the fresh air. You will need to keep your shoes on and don’t expect sand between the toes or palm trees. Its brisk and the sand is full of oyster shells and muscle shells. Its rugged and stark but wonderful.
We’re hungry and we’ve a hankering for fish and chips. My favourite. We jump back into the car and head back towards West Mersea’s famous oyster bar. It looks little more than a harbour shed with a pungent fish smell, but inside its full to bursting we are lucky and manage to get a seat. The girls order oysters…the devil’s snot, not for me. But, we also have haddock and chips with mushy peas and homemade tartare sauce…and it is amazing, seriously the best fish and chips I think I have ever had (and I eat a lot of fish and chips…it’s my favourite, my go to in pubs across the world).
Such a good day out. Really everyone should go. Get out in the sun and enjoy.
Inspired by the rowers from Cambridge and Oxford that we had the pleasure to see on the weekend, here is a little bit of that dedication and reward echoed here.
“And so in time the rowboat and I became one and the same-like the archer and his bow or the artist and his paint. What I learned wasn’t mastery over the elements; it was mastery over myself, which is what conquest is ultimately all about.”
– Richard Bode, First you have to row a little boat: reflections on like & living
…and this one is just for fun!
“Gough was a serious student but found time to gain a blue in rowing; he was later to say that the sport was an apt one for men in public life because you could face one way while going in the other.”
– Mungo MacCallum, The Good the Bad & the Unlikely, Australia’s Prime Ministers