Touring Wimbledon

So we’re finally getting some better weather. Admittedly it’s still on and off and I veer wildly between being far too hot and needing to pull my trench coat in tightly to keep out the wind, but it’s June and all the signs of summer are here – summer fruits, light evenings and chilled vibes.

June also brings with it Father’s Day (it’s next Sunday, the 18th June, for those of you in the UK – don’t forget!). A time to celebrate fathers and father figures alike. I don’t believe that someone has to be your biological father to be celebrated, it could be a step-father, a grandfather, an uncle, or even your mum (for those whose brilliant mums, like mine, did double duty). You can make as big a deal about it as you like, but in my view, time spent together is always the best thing – making memories. And if you’re struggling for ideas, Tesco Direct have some great ones in the form of experience gift cards for two.

Tesco Gift Experiences cover just about anything you could think of including football stadium tours, afternoon teas (for the less adventurous) and driving experiences, bungee jumping and indoor skydiving (for the daredevils) and they are ideal for special occasion gifting, so would be perfect for Father’s Day.

To see what it was all about, Tesco offered me the chance to try out one of their gift experiences and tempted me with a gift voucher for a tour of Wimbledon for two.

So, with the forecast not predicting rain, we signed up for a tour this weekend and zipped over on the District Line to Wimbledon for a Sunday afternoon tour.

After a few ground rules had been established, the most important being ‘do not walk on, touch or even think about touching the grass’, we started the tour. It’s only a few weeks until Wimbledon starts and the site was clearly being prepared for the tournament. It also meant that everything is ready to look its best. We learnt that the grass is basically a full-year job for the groundsmen. After the tournament finishes the grass is re-seeded and then prepped and primped all year, even through winter, ready for the next year. The grass is cut to a perfect 8mm, the courts rolled and the white lines repainted in the run up to the tournament. It’s a thing of beauty and a labour of love.

What surprised me was that it’s a working tennis club, not just somewhere that hosts the tournament. Apart from a few ‘show courts’ (which are only used during the tournament, including Centre Court and Court 1), the grass courts are used by members.

We were taken into Court 1 and got our first real sense of what it would be to be at Wimbledon. Once you’re in there it’s much more intimate than you might expect from the TV. You feel so close to the court and where the players would be. We also learnt all about the new retractable roof that they’re installing which should be ready in 2019.

After that we headed up to Henman Hill or ‘Murray Mound’ as it’s sometimes now referred to. Holding up to 3000 people when the tournament is on, it’s got some surprisingly nice landscaping. It also has a great view over to the City.

Something we might have otherwise missed was the pony roller which apparently had a fundamental role in the creation of the Wimbledon tournament, leaving Centre Court later we saw its contemporary equivalent.

What surprised me the most was how close together and unassuming a lot of the grass non-show courts were. It reminded me that it’s a real tennis club, with courts to be used, not just admired.

We also got a sneak peek at the bits of Wimbledon that the public don’t get to see, including the interview rooms and the press rooms, the screens in which were coincidentally showing the men’s final of the French Open (well, most of them, some were tuned to Antiques Roadshow).

From there we were shown into Centre Court, the site of so many epic tennis matches.

After the tour (which lasts around 90 minutes) you can visit the Wimbledon museum which chronicles the history of both tennis and Wimbledon. It’s packed with exhibits, interactive features and interesting facts which make you think. Like the fact that Andy Murray is the first British male player to have won Wimbledon wearing shorts, which makes you realise how long ago it was since we had our last male winner!

The trophies are also housed in the museum during the time they aren’t in use during the tournament. They’re beautiful (and heavy, we picked up weights which represented the weight of each).

Rebel? Rule breaker? Grass trampler? Nah, I’m far too much of a goody goody, this astroturf was the closest I got to standing on that hallowed Wimbledon grass.

I highly recommend a tour of Wimbledon for any tennis fan and a voucher for a tour would make a great Father’s Day gift for any tennis mad dad or indeed a fab birthday present for someone. But, if tennis doesn’t tickle their fancy, I’m sure another of Tesco’s gift vouchers will, there’s so much to choose from and something for everyone. Plus, they come in a fancy tin which means no need to wrap them. Bonus. The gift vouchers are available on Tesco Direct.

Our gift voucher was provided on a complimentary basis but the views expressed here are my own unbiased opinions. Thanks Tesco! 

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May 2017: This month I have mostly been….

Feeling: A need to improve things

I don’t know what it is but lately I’ve had a real itch to either create or improve things. I’m not sure I’ve worked out quite what scratches the itch but I had the week off the other week and during that time painted our bathroom which has made the world of difference. Previously it was a terrible yellowy magnolia, the kind of colour that new-build magnolia turns after 15 years. The tiles (which aren’t what I’d choose at all) left us few options for colour but I love the deep blue we’ve gone with. It now feels more like our own home rather than somewhere rented. But I now want to do all sorts of things. I want shelves putting up in an alcove in the bathroom for storage and  I want a shelf put up in the hall above a door for extra shelving and for decoration purposes. I am replacing a floating shelf in the hall (which I generally use for all my stuff when getting ready) with the Alex Ekby drawer shelf from Ikea so that I can hide stuff away in the drawers. I am also replacing our hall mirror, which was already there when we moved in with a beautiful round gold Patsy mirror from Habitat. I also need to paint the door lintels and skirting boards. I’m going to get a handyman in to do most of it because they’ll be faster, better and the shelves have more of a chance of not falling down within five minutes of me putting something on them. I’m quite excited though, we should have done it ages ago.

Reading: The Power by Naomi Alderman

This had been on my wishlist for a while, waiting for the paperback version to come out. On the day we went to Whitstable it must have just been released and so I picked it up along with a number of others. It was well timed as it’s just been named the Bailey’s Women’s Prize for Fiction winner. So what did I think? I loved the start and the concept that suddenly women had the power to hurt people and to see how society reacted to the tables being turned in terms in terms of physical power and how that changed the balance of power. However, I wasn’t mad keen on the second half. The book moved away slightly from the characters as the focus of the story and onto a wider political context, but there was simultaneously too much and not enough on that for a reader to really get into. The ending felt rushed to me and a bit like the author ran out of somewhere to go with it. I didn’t really understand the end of the Roxy strand of story and I think it’s because as a reader I wasn’t given enough of an insight into her internal process to be able to reconcile the ending with her character’s journey. The same with Allie, her ending seemed odd too.

Has anyone else read it? What did you think? A deserved winner?

Watching: The Handmaid’s Tale

Along a similar theme (Margaret Atwood was Naomi Alderman’s writing mentor), this month I’ve been watching The Handmaid’s Tale. I’ve been waiting for it to hit the small screen for a long time as I’m a big Margaret Atwood fan. In January I dug out my copy of The Handmaid’s Tale to read on the plane on my work trip to Japan and pretty much devoured it on the trip out there. It had been years since I read it and its power hadn’t diminished. In terms of how it translates to screen, it’s taken on a more thriller element, whereas the moments in the book which are most chilling are those moments of quiet desperation, which are difficult to translate to TV. It’s still pretty close to the book though, close enough to make me a happy girl.

Planning: Nothing (other than a revamp of our flat, see above)

Eek, give me something to plan!

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Glamping at Elmley National Nature Reserve

I previously wrote about our stay at the Saltbox but I had so many photos from our stay that I thought I’d do a separate post to give a bit more of an idea of our time staying on Elmley National Nature Reserve.

Elmley is the only National Nature Reserve in England in which you can spend the night and we woke every morning in The Saltbox to the sunrise and to see the cows grazing in the distance.

The 3,200 acre reserve is located just on the Isle of Sheppey and is accessed via a two mile gravel road through the reserve, which means that it’s quiet and peaceful and the ideal place to get away from the city.

There are four bird hides on the reserve, all offering different views and wildlife viewing opportunities, the furthest of which is a 5.5 km walk from the farmyard. However, you really don’t need to sit in a hide in order to spot wildlife, just walking through the reserve is enough. Lapwings wheel lopsidedly through the skies and you can hear birds everywhere, even when you can’t see them. There were binoculars provided in the Saltbox and I had my DSLR with me. I don’t birdwatch or anything like that so I only had my general walkabout travel lens (18-200mm), I definitely recommend something longer if you have it to really get a close up of the wildlife.

As we were staying for a few days we decided to get out and about one day to visit a beach on the Isle of Sheppey that we’d read about in the pre-arrival information pack, Shellness beach.

Shellness beach is located down a track full of potholes – take it slow and you’ll be fine, my little rented Fiat 500 coped well, although your low slung sports car definitely wouldn’t. It’s remote for a reason, part of it is a naturist beach. On the day we visited it wasn’t particularly warm and so there weren’t many people there at all, let alone unclothed. The real appeal for our visit was not to feel the air on our bits, but rather to check out the shells. Shellness beach lives up to its name and is covered with thousands of shells.

We picked our way along the beach, stopping to examine the prettiest shells as we went.

Located at one end of the beach are a number of beach houses/huts in varying states of occupation. As we strolled towards them we came across a dead cormorant on the beach, now ordinarily that wouldn’t be great, I mean nothing dead is great but everything has to die eventually and somewhere. However, the thing that made this the stuff of nightmares was that halfway down its dead gullet was a dead fish. Clearly its eyes were too big for its stomach and the cormorant paid the ultimate price for it. Seriously traumatising, and oddly compelling, I posted a picture to my Twitter in case your morbid curiosity overcomes you. As we got closer to the huts they got a bit creepier and it with miles of empty beach, we started to feel more and more like we were in a horror film. The ramshackle huts, the desolation and approaching overcast skies had us totally convinced we were going to be murdered. We beat a hasty retreat back to the car and headed back to civilisation.

Our hasty retreat let us back to the mainland and The Three Tuns pub in Lower Halstow. We secured ourselves some comfy armchairs and settled down to get some lunch. As my boyfriend left his seat on the sofa to go and wash his hands after our morning at the beach, pub cat Fluff meandered over, jumped up onto the sofa and flopped down on my knee for a bit of a stroke and a fuss. My boyfriend came back to find he’d been well and truly replaced.

The food at the Three Tuns was great, we started with baked camembert served inside sourdough with chilli jam followed by a great dish of pork belly and sweet potato mash for me and smoked haddock with mashed potato, topped with a poached egg & mustard sauce.

We spent the remainder of our time just pottering about the reserve, animal spotting and sitting in bed watching the clouds and eating birthday cake (Colin the Caterpillar, of course).

These last few photos came from our final drive out of the reserve. The birds aren’t particularly scared of the cars that crawl by and so it was possible to get decent close ups with even my relatively short (in bird watching terms) zoom lens.

We also spotted a stoat, but he was far too fast for us to catch on camera. Either way, a lovely way to end our stay.

Before we crawled back through the Blackwall Tunnel into London again on Bank Holiday Monday, we diverted to Whitstable and between rain showers strolled along the front, ate fish and chips and bought books.

Whitstable is beautiful, although I’m not sure that May Day Bank Holiday was the time to go really as it was rather busy with people. One day we’ll definitely go back when it’s a bit quieter (and probably when there are fewer morris dancers.

All in all, not a bad time at all, despite the intermittent rain showers (and the dead cormorant of nightmares).

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L’Antica Pizzeria da Michele

There’s been an awful lot of fuss made over a tiny no reservation pizza joint in Stoke Newington, an import from Naples and made internationally famous by Eat Pray Love, which was originally a book about a woman who runs off to Italy, India and Bali in an attempt to find herself (or at least that’s what I gathered from its online synopsis, I haven’t read it), it was later turned into a film with Julia Roberts. L’Antica Pizzeria da Michele features in both the book and film.

It opened in February and it was an obvious choice for my week of solo dining in no-reservation restaurants (see my post of yesterday). Today I made my way up to Stoke Newington to see what all the hype was about. It’s a bit of a trek (even from Whitechapel) for a pizza, so I was hoping that it would live up to the hype.

I arrived just as it opened and so there was no queue to bother with, although I’d have been surprised if there had been at 12pm on a Wednesday. Menus were already on the tables, although the size of the drinks menu far exceeds that of the food menu, consisting of only two types of pizza in regular and large sizes, the main difference being cheese or no cheese. I’m not entirely sure I’d refer to the pizza marinara as a pizza, more a tomato bread, but that’s beside the point, I suppose I have to trust that the Italians know their own cuisine.

The restaurant gets full marks from me on design. It’s all brick exposed wall, marble-topped tables, pale blue chairs, blue banquettes and Italian touches. Service, however, was brusque in a way that would be perhaps expected when the restaurant was heaving and people being demanding, but was surprising in a restaurant that was mostly empty while I was there (although a steady trickle of lunch guests was arriving by the time I left). A man turned up with two kids and despite there being four empty tables of two which could have been pushed together to make a four, it was insisted that they sit at a cramped table for two with a chair pulled up, understandable at peak time but not mid-week at lunch when two of those other tables remained during the time I was there.

“Before I left Rome he gave me the name of a pizzeria in Naples that I had to try, because, Giovanni informed me, it sold the best pizza in Naples. I found this a wildly exciting prospect, given that the best pizza in Italy is from Naples, and the best pizza in the world is from Italy, which means that this pizzeria must offer … I’m almost too superstitious to say it … the best pizza in the world? Giovanni passed along the name of the place with such seriousness and intensity, I almost felt I was being inducted into a secret society. He pressed the address into the palm of my hand and said, in gravest confidence, “Please go to this pizzeria. Order the Margherita pizza with double mozzarella. If you do not eat this pizza when you are in Naples, please lie to me later and tell me that you did” – so says Elizabeth Gilbert and so that’s what I did. I ordered the Margherita with double mozzarella.

It arrived at the table full of promise, looking exactly as a pizza should – melted cheese, puffy crust and slightly hanging off the plate. One lone basil leaf looked a little sad adrift in the middle of the cheese – what would Queen Margherita think to the pizza created in honour of her and the Italian flag?

But, is the proof of the pizza in the eating? Unfortunately not. If a pizza is kept simple and only has a few toppings then they need to be great, I need to be able to taste the cheese and tomato and they need to sing. In this instance, they didn’t. They were overwhelmingly overpowered by a slight undertone of charcoal from the base. Sure, there were a few mouthfuls when it was great and the tomato-ey base really hit the spot for me, but largely it didn’t. The base is fluffy and soft and I found myself missing the bite of a crisp-based wood-fired pizza, especially when I got to the middle of the pizza where the juice of the tomatoes had pooled to create a soggy centre.

I had wanted it to be great. I really did. I wanted it to be the best pizza I’d ever tasted, I wanted to be blown away, I almost wanted it to ruin every other pizza I ever had for me, just to know I’d had a truly amazing pizza. Sadly, it wasn’t to be (maybe so much the better for every other pizza).

With two Pizza Union restaurants within walking distance of my flat, serving up crisp pizzas with more than two toppings (I don’t count the sad basil leaf to be a topping), for half of the price of L’Antica together with dessert and friendly service, I don’t think I’ll be switching my allegiances any time soon. I won’t have to lie to Giovanni, but you won’t be missing out if you do.

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