Saturday, 30 July 2016

My Scrapbooking Style


This weekend on Shimelle.com it's time for some inspiration!  Each of the contributing designers for Shimelle.com will be sharing a page which both showcases their individual style and takes inspiration from something created by Shimelle or the scrapbooking community.  It's a great weekend to stop by and see the range of different projects the team have come up with!


It's such a pleasure and a privilege to be part of the team, and there's some amazing talent on display.  This is a wonderful chance to see how we all scrapbook differently; everyone has their own way of doing things and it's lovely to embrace that and see what we create.  And that applies to any scrapbooker: we can all make things that are different and beautiful and personal, even if we start from the same point of inspiration.


I went back to a sketch that Shimelle designed a few years ago for my page, and you will find the full layout and the way I used the sketch and incorporated my own signature style on Shimelle.com. Keep checking back as there are lots of lovely things heading your way!

Kisses xxx

P.S. My page tells the story of the Very Friendly Zebra, which you can read about here! 

Wednesday, 13 July 2016

Sucre and the Friendly Zebras


Sucre is a town in Bolivia that was once its financial capital.  Despite its South American location, the Spanish influence is clear in its architecture an we spent a lovely morning touring the streets and getting to know this town a little better. Today, the power has moved from Sucre (which means sugar) to the capital city of La Paz which is a vast and sprawling metropolis.  But for me, Sucre has all the charm.



Exploring the market was fascinating; it was really bustling and spread across several floors.  Vendors are grouped together according to their wares, so we found all the butchers together, all the bread sellers together, all the stalls with grains and nuts together... It seemed endless and everyone was competing for the next sale or the best deal.


We explored the park which our guide told us was a popular date spot, with lots of couples meeting at one of the many benches.  The little avenues were lined with trees, unusual for some of the regions of Bolivia at higher altitude, and it did indeed have a very European feel.



So we had a lovely morning exploring this lovely little town.  However, one interesting feature we spotted wherever we went were the livelier than average zebra crossings...


Bolivia has something of a problem with road safety. Drivers are reckless, there's no two ways about it, and they tend to treat the rules of the road as casual suggestions.  One such studiously-ignored "casual suggestion" is the zebra crossing system.  These systems are controlled by lights, and when the lights are red, the cars stop, and the people go.  Except the cars don't stop, and as a pedestrian you take your life in your hands.

The Bolivian government came up with a uniquely lovely solution to this issue. Teens in Bolivia go to school for half of each day: some in the morning, the rest in the afternoon. They can use the other half way to earn some money and help support their families, but there aren't a lot of jobs going and life is difficult for many communities.  So the government employs the students to stand by the Zebra crossing, dressed as zebras, and manage the traffic.  When the lights are green for cars (and thus red for walkers), they cheerfully remind pedestrians to stay on the path.  When the lights change, they gambol out into the street, chastising any naughty vehicles trying to keep going and helping small children cross the road and appreciate the rules of the road.

What's lovely is that they do it with such enthusiasm and pizazz. They are always dancing and they frolic across the roads in gleeful style.  They seem to make everyone smile, and more than once, we children waving and laughing and talking to the zebras, who are a regular feature in two or three Bolivian cities now.  And the traffic has to listen.  You can't run down a loveable, cuddly zebra. And anyway, they are fearless, and not to be messed with.





Nailed it! We spent a happy afternoon in a coffee shop overlooking the town square watching the world go by, and chortling as they danced, managed the traffic, hugged small children, helped old ladies, and generally made the world a better place.


In fact, one of my favourite moments was seeing a little lad run beaming up the path shouting "Hola, cebra!" and leaping in for a cuddle.









Good job, guys!



Kisses xxx


P.S. One of my not-favourite memories was contracting food poisoning from a slice of cheesecake on that very afternoon, doing a large amount of vomiting and then having to catch a 12-hour overnight coach back to La Paz, get on a plane to Marid and another to London.  Safe to say, I just didn't eat anything for a while.

Thursday, 7 July 2016

Ice Cream Cupcakes: Making Matrices Delicious


Heading towards the end of the school term, it's always a little bit harder to get my students to focus on Maths when their minds are already in the summer holiday.  Fortunately, I have some really fantastic classes, and one 6th form group in particular have been bribing themselves with cake. They take it in turns to bake (and yes, I take my turn too!) and then once we've learned the concept for the day, they can have cake while they do some practice.


In the final week of term, one student claimed she needed a challenge, and wanted to make something new.  She promised to bring in the results for our Friday lesson, and I in turn promised to teach them how to find the discriminant of a 3 x 3 matrix from the matrix of cofactors, and how the property of alien cofactors works.


Thursday night rolled around, and the message below rolled into my inbox:

" Dear Miss Smith, These are the goodies that I have baked for tomorrow. I am emailing you and the others a pic tonight because there is a 50/50 chance that they will not make it into school alive as they are very unstable and I wanted you to see that the inevitable squashed cupcake that I will turn up with tomorrow was once ice cream shaped :) See you tomorrow!"

She had sent all the class members a picture of a whole hoard of little ice creams lined up on the kitchen counter.  Although they weren't really ice creams at all!


Each ice cream cone contained a dense, moist sponge made with real strawberries, and was topped and swirled with butter cream. And a flake.  I was in awe!  But my student was very casual, explaining that it's easy to get the icing like that if you put food colouring in your piping bag.  I don't believe for a second that it's easy!


The students took to the matrices very well, and we all took to the cupcakes exceptionally well.  They were so sweet, but had a little tang from the strawberries, and a lovely glittery crumble from the flake.  My only complaint was that I didn't have my camera so I could blog and Instagram these little gems. So you know what?  They gave me a couple of extras to take home and photograph.

And eat.

I have the best students!

Kisses xxx

P.S. Apparently you can bake the sponge straight in the cones.  I am definitely going to be trying this at home!


Monday, 4 July 2016

Hallgrímskirkja Church, Reykjavik

 
This is Hallgrímskirkja, a beautiful and striking Cathedral in Reykjavik.  On my recent trip to Iceland with Girlguiding, we had the opportunity to visit this wonderful, iconic building, crowning the hill and visible from lots of points around the city.
 

 
The interior was absolutely flooded with light: so calm and peaceful and it was a pleasure to sit inside, marvelling at the sweeping arches and the fresh, clean, streams of daylight.
 


 
It's possible to climb the tower for a small fee, and so we rode the lift up as far as the clock face and climbed the last few steps to reveal astonishing views. Reykjavik was spread out at our feet and we could see all the little chocolate-box houses in lovely colours, the sea in the distance, and the snowy mountains framing the horizon. 




 
This was a beautiful place to visit, and it's unusual design really made an impact. Yet another gem found in Iceland.
 
Kisses xxx
 
P.S. Reykjavik is a great city to explore for a day; so much of it is walkable and I would highly recommend it!

Friday, 10 June 2016

Deconstructing a Scrapbook Page with Shimelle


Today at Shimelle.com I am sharing a project that I'm really excited about.  I like to think of it as deconstructed scrapbook page because it contains all the elements of a usual layout but spread out over a couple of page protectors.  If you read my post about my travels in Ecuador's rainforest, you might be aware that I had a lot to say about that experience, and a lot of photos!  So this project was designed to incorporate all those pictures, and all the writing from my travel journal into one spot in my album.

I'm so pleased with how the finished result turned out, and it was very satisfying to turn what felt like a huge volume of memories and comfortably include them into a layout for my album, without the need to make page after page after page on the some topic.


So do visit Shimelle.com today to see the full project and find some scrapbook inspiration.

Kisses xxx

P.S. If you travel journal while your away from home, I'd love to hear how you go about it, before I set off on a new adventure this summer!

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

Deep in the Heart of Ecuador's Rainforest

 
Last summer I spent an incredible few days nestled in the Rainforest; it's an environment like no other and so today I wanted share the account I wrote in my travel journal....
 
I began this journey at Quito Airport, Ecuador.  I, along with a few others making the same trip, caught a flight to Coca.  The flight itself was only 30 minutes long and a we landed, the heavens opened.  My goodness, it rained! We were met at the little airport and after a quick swim across the car park, we hopped on a bus to the port, and then transferred to a motorised canoe.
 
We zoomed down the Napo river, an incredibly wide tributary of the Amazon, and spray leapt up around us.  After two and half hours, we alighted at a tiny, isolated jetty, walked over the bank to a much smaller river, and climbed into a 10-man paddle canoe.
 
 
It was another half hour's paddle to the lodge and it was incredibly atmospheric.  No one spoke; in some ways the forest seemed very quiet with the absence of human sounds, but in other ways its a real cacophony as birds, insects, frogs and monkeys compete to make the most noise.  The trees crowded in, concealing their secrets and were still. It was steamy and humid. 
 
 
The lodge turned out to be gorgeous: open and thatched, lots of windows screened only by mesh to keep the bugs at bay but let in the air, 4-poster beds hung all around with lacy mosquito nets in lacy swathes, and a magnificent rainfall shower.  For the first time in the 3 weeks since I'd left home, I was actually clean!  I was grouped with some other guests to make a party of 8, and we had meals together, went out on excursions together, and I really enjoyed the company.
 
We set out for an early evening paddle to explore the lake and our guide was brilliant; very knowledgeable and informative.  We saw tiny, roosting bats, stinky turkeys (that's actually what they're called), herons and even a little pygmy marmoset, the smallest species of monkey! The sun set as we returned to the lodge for dinner, and as we ate on the completely open first floor terrace, we were entertained by the wildlife in the surrounding trees, hunting for fruit and berries. Just magical!
 
 
We were up at six in the morning; it's early starts in the rainforest to make the most of the day.  We breakfasted, and then took the canoe back to the Napo river.  We went upriver to see the parrot clay lick: a place on the bank where hundreds of birds gather to lick up the nutrient-rich clay, and to socialise. Dozens of bright green parakeets squabbled with one another, flashing blue tails and wing tips and squawking madly.
 
We went downriver next to visit an indigenous community of the Amazon basin.  We were met at the riverbank by a number of women who are effectively managing the community to raise an income from tourism. The men mostly work away from home for long periods, and the women are expected to produce crops, bring up the children and generally keep things running.  Tourism allows them some independence as the women can bring in their own money.
 
A young woman with a tiny baby in a sling, and a machete gave us a tour.  She hacked her way forwards, clearing a path, and harvesting fruit and sugar cane for us to try.  Yum!  We visited the crops and were able to see the school (which was closed for the summer) and then we shared a meal.  We ate possibly the most delicious fish I've ever had.  It was a type of catfish, found only in this area, topped with heart if palm and roasted in a fire, wrapped in palm leaves.  It was so tasty and tender, with a hot chilli sauce that made it sing!
 
 
We also sampled white cocoa beans which were fire-roasted and delicious and tasted like walnuts, and finally the tried the local delicacy of weevely grub lavae things. They tasted sort of like bacon but were squishy and distressingly creamy on the inside.  We ate our full allocation between us which pleasantly surprised our guide.  He said most groups won't eat them, so he ends up having to consume the lot to avoid causing offence.
 
 
We washed all this down with plantain and a strange porridgey drink made of fermented sugar cane.  It was sort of yeasty, with a beer-like quality, and the fermentation is traditionally done by elders of the community chewing on the sugar cane and then spitting it into a communal pot.  Apparently this isn't usually done any more, but even so, I wouldn't say this was my favourite beverage to kick back with.
 
 
The canoe paddle back to the lodge was fantastic; we saw huge spiders and little turtles and the intensity of the rainforest crowded in.  I love it here; it genuinely feels like being lost somewhere and forgotten in another world.  But one where you can then go back to the lodge and have a hot shower.
 
 
In the afternoon, we walked through dense jungle to the observation tower.  The rain had begun again in earnest, and we shrugged into fantastic, voluminous waterproof ponchos.  They were terrific! We donned our wellies and enjoyed the scramble.  We were advised not to step on any boulders or rocks that look red, as they become extremely slick and slippy in the rain.  Of course genius here couldn't resist trying it out.  They are very slippy. The guides were right.  You shouldn't step on them.
 
We reached the observation tower and a couple of us raced to the top.  I came a very respectable second, and claimed that I wasn't even competing anyway.  And my goodness the views were worth it! There was a quick break in the rain and so I shrugged off my sodden poncho and hauled out my camera to capture some of the landscape.
 
 
The forest reaches forever in every direction, interrupted only by the wide, meandering path of the Napo. Early Spanish explorers of the area assumed that as the river was so wide, they must be near the East coast of South America as it must surely flow into the sea soon. But of course, they weren't. The Napo is just one tributary that eventually becomes part of the Amazon, but not knowing that, many groups of infantry were decimated by disease and died in their fruitless attempts to explore and reach the Spanish army arriving in Brazil.
 
The rainforest is an incredible place, and to be up above the canopy, on a tower swaying a little in the wind, was spectacular.
 
It was getting dark when we glided in our canoes back to the lake.  We climbed out of the boats some distance from the lodge to go on a night hike.  The rain was back doing its thing but I was happily huddled inside my poncho.  It was very dark and scrambled along in a line, calling warnings over our shoulders about stray roots and low branches, trying to be heard over the clattering rain. Glimmers of torchlight and deepening puddles pooled around our mud-splattered wellies.  We saw a click beetle, its neon-orange headlamps glowing ethereally as it flew.  How the guides spot anything in the dark is beyond me.  But somehow they glimpsed the front two legs of a tarantula, crouched in its hole and ready to strike. 
 
The guide gently tapped a stick just outside the tarantula's lair and it pounced, emerging from its den, before scuttling back inside empty handed.  It was an amazing moment.
 

Back at the lodge, torchlight picked out a young coral snake, coiled in ribbons around his perch.  That was the first snake we found and I'd never seen one in the wild before.
 
We were really quite damp by this point, so it was time for a quick shower, before dinner, a good natter, and nice, long sleep...
 
It's worth mentioning that I LOVED those rainforest nights.  As the rooms have only mesh and no windows, there's a slight breeze, and the sounds are wonderful.  I could hear the drip of rain, the chirrups of insects and all sorts of animal calls, echoing up to the night sky. I love hearing the noises at night while cosily ensconced in bed and it was a wonderful symphony to drift off to sleep to.

From this jetty, you can catch a canoe, swim, or fish for piranha.  Your pick!

Another 6:00am start and a misty dawn greeted us. The rain from the previous day was still falling with gusto, and so it was clearly a good day for a hike! Our group was reduced to three, with a family departing that day, and as we were all reasonably young and fit, the guide offered us the chance to hike a more challenging route.  We accepted!
 
We wandered who lived in these tiny little cocoons.

The now-familiar canoe paddle was wonderful.  In the rain, the tones of the surroundings are more grey and subtle, and fantastic structures loom suddenly out of the mist. We saw monkeys skitter around in the trees above our heads; howler monkeys calling to claim their territory and I recognised the call that I had been listening to in bed. The racket was phenomenal and sounded more like roaring lions than monkeys.  We also saw bebe-leche monkeys (baby-milk monkeys), so called because the tuft of white fur around their mouths against their black coats looks like milk. They were vigorously attempting to scare the birds out of their tree, somewhat unsuccessfully as they birds would simply perch, unruffled, on a different branch.


Our hike was extremely wet. The trail was indeed more challenging than the ones we had visited until that point, but less used meant more rewarding!  Walking was a bit like trudging through a waterfall. Even enveloped in my poncho and wellies the water seeped through into my clothes.  But it wasn't cold, and when you're so wet you can't get any wetter, it suddenly becomes irrelevant.  In fact, it was more than a little bit exciting, tramping through the wilderness in a downpour. The rainforest lived up to its name and I felt terribly advernturous, squelching along up to my ankles in mud and jumping in puddles, much to the guide's amusement.  Rainforest vegetation has a very high turnover; it's damp and things rot down quickly, providing essential nutrients for new growth. And lots of mud!

Spot the monkey!

The terrain was surprisingly hilly as we made our way through the Yusuni National Park.  The vegetation was dense and I sploshed and slithered along very cheerfully. This park is on of the most diverse regions in Ecuador (and Ecuador itself is one of only 14 countries in the world classified as Megadiverse, meaning there are a huge number of different species). For instance, in one hectare of rainforest there are as many species of trees as there are in all of North America.  Our guide was a wealth of information like this and patiently entertained all our questions.  He seemed able to identify almost anything: birds, plants, frogs, insects... he knew their Latin classifications and so much information about their habits and habitat. But he did claim to be bad at butterflies.  Apparently there are over 1200 species of butterfly about and he just stopped caring. Not a butterfly fan.

Buterfly!  But our guide wasn't really into them.
 
Despite the rain, our guide found us plenty to look at.  We saw gold mantle tamarind monkeys, tree frogs and rain frogs.  We saw an almost perfectly camouflaged cricket too.  As in it was so well in tune with its surroundings that even when it was inches from our guide's pointing finger, I initially couldn't see it.  We were also shown a patch of moss that suddenly wriggled and turned out not be moss at all, but lots of green, furry caterpillars.  We absolutely loved our off-the-track excursion; it was a real experience. 
 
I don't really have pictures though as the rain was so heavy and the air so humid that the lens would be simultaneously drenched and steamed up, so I couldn't get much focus.  Or see much.  So I abandoned the camera and stored up everything I could in my memory for my travel journal.
 
In the afternoon I went piranha fishing in the lake (with a Canadian Girl Guide I met - cool!).  More accurately, I went piranha feeding as the fish were being naughty: eating the raw meat bait off the end of my line, but not having the courtesy to hang on.  I could feel them tugging and pulling but they were too quick and bitey to be reeled in. The manager of the lodge took pity on us and said she knew a secret.  She fetched us a few bread rolls from the kitchen and said that the piranhas cannot resist fresh bread.  She was right: they ate all that too.  Cheeky beggars.
 
Our final excursion was canoe bound, and once again our merry band of three was paddled off the beaten track by our trusty guide.  He found a tributary that hadn't been used all year for us to investigate, as we were keen to see if we could spot caiman or anaconda, as both live around the lake. As the boat glided into mangrove swamp land, the guide balanced on the front of the boat, waving the paddle in arches through the air.
 
We eventually asked what he was doing.  And it turns out he was clearing out the spiders webs.  Either they break on the paddle, or they break in our faces. 
 
Please, carry on.  We weren't successful in our hunt, eventually accidently grounding the canoe and then struggling to turn it round and back out, but it was a lovely way to while away our last few hours of rainforest wonder.  Even the rain stopped.
 
We had to leave the next morning.  Which was sad.  I LOVED the rainforest, in case I haven't mentioned it.  And I will go back.  It was too good not to return.  But the next adventure was ready to start...
 
Kisses xxx
 
P.S. Ecuador is, I think, my favourite country I have ever visited. And I sort of went there by accident.  I cannot wait for the day I go back and explore further.

Monday, 6 June 2016

Reykjavik Concert Hall

 
On our Girlguiding County trip to Iceland at Easter, we spent a wonderful day exploring the capital city of Reykjavik (you can read about our adventures here).  There was a lot to see and by the end of the day we were happy but a little bit tired! But there was still about 20 more minutes before we had to get on the bus, so we took the advice of our tour Guide and headed to Harpa, a lovely concert hall by the harbour.
 
It was a magnificent building and once inside I released the girls and gave them ten minutes to explore before they met me back at the entrance.  As they all high-tailed it to the gift shop, my camera and I went to see what we could find. 
 


The architect was influenced by the dazzling dance and play of the Aurora Borealis, and the glass which dresses the building gives off tantalising hints of green, blue and turquoise.  Sadly we weren't able to see Harpa at night but apparently it just lights up at night, sending light reflecting and refracting in a shower of twinkles that mimic the Northern Lights which mat drift overhead. What a lovely reason to head back to Reykjavik.
 
The interior is sleek and gleaming, and from the windows you can see views of the harbour, the sea and the snow-capped mountains.  I could happily have spent longer here, but camera and I had to go back and take charge of the Guides again.  But I am so glad we made the dash to steal ten minutes in this lovely venue.



Kisses xxx
 
P.S. There is just never enough selfie time.

Friday, 3 June 2016

Baked Camembert: Basically Just a Fancy Cheese Sandwich


Why did nobody tell me about Camembert?
I think of myself as a cheese sceptic.  I wasn't really a fan of cheese growing up, and we didn't really have cheese at home.  But going away to university meant that I tried more food, discovered macaroni cheese and was prepared to entertain the concept of cheese in contexts other than pizza.
Yum: pizza.

My man however, is all about the cheese. And so cheese has slowly and inevitably made its way into my life.  My tastes are not adventurous but I LOVE what I love.  Applewood Smoked Cheddar has changed my life. And more importantly my crackers.  But I still have a fundamental mistrust of unfamiliar cheese, and I think that's probably sensible when we're talking about a food that happens because something else has essentially gone mouldy.  Possibly you can tell that blue cheese does not float my boat.

The question remains however: why did nobody tell me about Camembert?

I first had Camembert about six months ago when the man and I ventured down to Beachy Head for a lovely, invigorating walk along the cliff edge. (Blog post here)  We ended our walk at a lovely pub which was so quintessentially English that its tables flowed onto the village green, ivy grew up the walls, small children and dogs charged about in an ecstasy of summer and we sat outside in the sunshine, enjoyed cold drinks and a view of Sherlock Holmes' retirement cottage.  It had a blue plaque.
And we had Camembert.  Which was his idea: he said we should order it to start with and we could share it.  He thought I'd like it; I thought he as trying to insinuate an additional cheese into my sheltered existence.  Which he was, but he tends to be on the money with these things.  Remember the Applewood Smoked Cheddar.
He was right.  I did like it.  It was mild and hot and melty, and it oozed with rosmary and garlic.  The stuff was wonderful smushed onto crispy toasted ciabatta, drizzled with delicious and a heap of tart, sweet cranberry.  In short, Camembert is lush, and no one ever told me.  What's up with that, world?
A Camembert baking pot (do they have a name?) immediately made it onto my wishlist, and I relayed my Camembert Conversion with relish (BOOM! pun) to all who would listen.  And because I have lovely friends who listen and take note, friend Robert produced a Camembert baking pot for Christmas.  He was rightly pleased with his gift-remembering skills, and explained to me before I opened it that it was something I'd told him I wanted.  As this was a few months after my Camembert Conversion, I hadn't a clue what it might be, claiming that I couldn't remember asking for anything.  But it was an awesome present!  And since then, the man and I have had a few Camembert occasions at home, sometimes when it's the weekend or school holidays, and you need a filling lunch of melted cheese goodness.

This isn't a recipe as such, but here's how I like to make a lunch of Camembert. You will need some sprigs of fresh rosemary, 3 cloves of garlic, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, cranberry sauce, a loaf of crusty bread and, of course, a Camembert.
First of all, you need to fully unwrap your Camembert and squash it into the dish.  The fit is quite tight of necessity, as the pot will hold the cheese in shape as it bakes and melts and abandons any ideas it once had of structural integrity.
Preheat your oven to 180 degrees, and while it's warming up, you can season the Camembert.  Use a knife to make a few incisions in the top of your cheese.  You can make as many of these little holes as you like: the more favour you wish to inject, the more holes you should make.
Roughly chop the garlic cloves into chunks.  Into each little incision in the cheese you can wedge a piece of garlic and a little sprig of rosemary.  (As the garlic bakes, it sweetens and softens and it's lovely to eat, but you don't have to.  I love garlic though so I tend to slide in as much as I can).
Drizzle the top of the cheese with a small amount of olive oil, and pop it into the oven uncovered, to bake for around 20 minutes. Go an faff around with wine or similar for a bit.
When there are five minutes left to go on your Camembert, slice up your bread.  You can toast it lightly if you like (recommended) to give it a bit of crunch.  Baguette and ciabatta are both particularly effective.
Prepare your condiments: mix a good splash of balsamic into some olive oil in one dish, and put a sizeable dollop of cranberry sauce in another.  Arm each hungry diner with a knife to spread the cheese, and a couple of teaspoons for the condiments.  An optional extra is a bit of Branston pickle; I think it makes a nice alternative to the cranberries and I like to have options.
Finally, remove the cheese from the oven as it should now have a gooey centre, and serve.  Instagram as appropriate. 


Kisses xxx
P.S. I'm right though.  Cheese is weird.