Friday, 21 November 2014

berlin


One November Thursday afternoon, found me dashing around school organising my things for the following week and then setting off gleefully for the airport.  I was on my way to Berlin for a 3 day workshop, training to teach the mathematics part of the IB (International Baccalaureate). 

Professionally useful yes, as I'm brand new to teaching this particular qualification, but mainly I was excited to be doing my first "business" travel!  While this didn't equate to business class, I felt ever so grown up hopping on the tube and speeding through the dark to Heathrow, ready to catch my flight all by myself, because I am independent and I travel for work now, apparently. I'm like, so totes mature and stuff.

I arrived quite tired late in the evening, in a country I have never before visited.  Unfortunately I also don't speak a word of German, but the taxi driver I found did speak perfect English, and I attempted a few clumsy phrases anyway to show willing. The hotel was easily located, my extravagant splurge on a taxi less expensive than anticipated, and I fell into bed very satisfied with my free room upgrade and the prospect of an interesting work schedule by day, and a new city to explore by night.


It's always nice to catch the sunrise, and Friday dawned full of promise.  On the downside, I had to be up early enough each morning to catch the sunrise.  And on my final morning, I had to get up particularly early to do some exercise with a lovely lady I met who used to be in the military.  She switched to teaching a couple of years ago, but clearly has kept up the fitness aspect of things as she invited several of us to join her in her morning workout.  I had initially thought she was joking about doing an abs workout first thing before breakfast.  But by the time I found out that doing crunches at 7:00am outside the hotel wasn't meant to be joke, I couldn't really back out.  I didn't want to look like a numpty. (Any more like a numpty).



Berlin really excited me as a city; I am now desperate to go back and explore properly.  But for this weekend, it was wonderful to have the evenings to roam, and to experience a city commemorating its past, and celebrating its freedom, as Berlin marked the anniversary of the fall of the wall.  A trail of light balloons traced the old route of the wall, and large public screens shared newsreels and footage of times past.  It was remarkable, and poignant, and amazing to experience the city like this.


The Holocaust Memorial was particularly haunting; a very thoughtful tribute to a horrific period of history, and coldly beautiful in the moonlight.


Even though I had travelled solo, there were loads of teachers from international schools across Europe.  It was great to find a little cluster of maths teachers to go out with, who had a wide range of experience to share, and were all also eager to do some exploring.  At the end of the evening, we jumped into a cab, and requested to be taken to the Monkey Bar.  It was recommended to us, but we had no idea where it was.  The driver clearly knew his stuff, and took us to "Bikini Bar".  Apparently that's German for monkey, but it is possible that it isn't, and that my spelling and comprehension are entirely wrong.  Anyway, it turned out to be a great rooftop bar overlooking the zoo's monkey enclosure, with extremely nice cocktails, an upbeat atmosphere and a terrace with impressive views.  And biting cold temperatures.




I will come back to Berlin.  I hope it's soon.

Kisses xxx

P.S. Most perfect of all was the man appearing to surprise me at Heathrow on Sunday evening, providing a much-appreciated lift home, and pub dinner.  Brilliant!

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

daiquiri shack


If you ever come across a place called Daiquiri Shack, you must go.  There has to be some unwritten rule surely, stating that we all have a duty to visit places whose names are so deliciously tacky that you feel you can’t possibly forgo the experience.

We hit up Daiquiri Shack on our last day on Nasau's Paradise Island resort.  Our only error was that we did so following a following a phenomenally large meal that consisted almost entirely of deep fried things with melted cheese.  And fries.  And possibly even sugary, fizzy drinks with ice cream floating in them.

We were on a health kick.

Looking to complete such an epic(ally misjudged) dining experience, it seemed as though the time had finally come to sample of the delights of Daiquiri Shack.  We sauntered up to the counter, and examined the 6 frozen alcoholic slushies available.  The man opted immediately for a rum runner. Quite what’s in it we will never know except that it involved rum and ice.  As both of these ingredients are colourless, and the rum runner was certainly not, there must also have been at least one other ingredient.  A lurid pink one. 

I sought the advice of the trusty Daquiri Master at the Helm of the Shack (I don’t know if that’s his official title but I don’t know his name), and he recommended the Pina Colada and the Pink Guava flavours.  Mixed together.

Mixed!  I always love a good chance to mix things together and rejoice in the resulting chaos, so I slurped away on the combo delightedly.  It was yummy, as I suppose something made of rum and ice and pink and yellow should be.


Another triumph for places with tacky names! And of course, the now-obligatory pointing photo.

Kisses xxx

P.S. I have loved the concept of Mixed ever since that fateful evening some four years ago when I first started volunteering with my Guides.  We give them a choice of Orange or Blackcurrant squash for a drink, but if you think those are the only options, you, like me, would be very much mistaken.  They patiently explained to me that I should make Orange, and Blackcurrant and Mixed.  Some of each.  They were right, it’s the best choice of the three, and I've been a convert to Mixed ever since.


P.P.S. And in fact a similar situation cropped up when visiting Istanbul.  Mixed!  I think the idea is spreading…

Monday, 17 November 2014

lace, blocking and pubs


In the last 6 months, I have probably done more knitting than in the last six years.  This is largely due to the fact that I discovered the joys of lace.  I had never tried it before, but heard from other knitters that it was difficult and fiddly and complicated.  As I dabbled in knitting as a hobby, I wasn't particularly inclined to give it go.  

However, I had to admit that some of the lacy patterns I'd seen were very pretty, with intricate, detailed designs.  So I decided to try it out just once in a bid to improve my skills and at least attempt lace before I dismissed it completely.  You never know until you've tried.  To this end, lace knitting was added to my list of Things To Do Before I'm 30.

Oh how wrong I was!  First I would like to say that lace knitting is not hard!  It requires patience and concentration, but it is no more difficult than knitting anything else. Indeed, the fact that it required more concentration and thought really engaged me, and I discovered that far from being frustrating and annoying, lace knitting is absorbing.  Instead of thinking of knitting as something to mindlessly occupy my hands when watching a bit of telly, lace became something I wanted to work on in its own right.


I love knitting patterns like this.  I like the delicate details and the feel of soft, fine yarn, and learning to add tiny beads into the design was the cherry on top.  I've since embarked on more lacy projects, and because the knitting is so portable, I've taken to knocking out a few rows on my commute to and from school.

Just to clarify, I commute on the Underground.  I'm not driving and knitting.  And frankly, nor should you. (Health and Safety)

The only problem was that my completed lacy shawl sat scrunched up in a draw, unworn, for several months.  Because once again, I had to master a new skill before it would be finally ready to wear.  That new skill was blocking.  Blocking involves soaking a knitting project and then stretching and pinning it out flat into the right shape.  Then you leave it to dry and hope that the finished result is pretty.  Blocking is extremely important in lace, because the design doesn't really make much of an impact without it.  It just looks a bit sad and tangled. 

I had put off doing the blocking under the impression that I needed a lot of equipment and space and time, and that the process would be difficult and potentially ruin my lovely shawl if I got it wrong.  Once again, I was wrong.  I picked up a couple of packs of pins and improvised, tacking that shawl firmly to the bedroom carpet.  And the results were better than I could have hoped for.  The design really opened out and the detail appeared.  Brilliant!



A few details then: the pattern is called Out of Darkness by designer Boo Knits, I knit it out of a skein of Squoosh yarn, a blend of merino, cashmere and nylon, which I bought from lovely London yarn shop Loop. And I followed the instructions from Tin Can Knits when if came to learning how to block.  In fact, it was reading this clear, practical and easy-to-follow tutorial that made me decide to get a move on a block my shawl this weekend. All that was needed was a chance to wear it...

The man and I spent a very lovely Sunday afternoon on the South Bank of the Thames, strolling through the Christmas markets popping up along the river, before settling into a cosy pub to indulge in a hearty meal.  The Founders Arms is right on the river and we go there quite regularly, as the location and views are wonderful.  The food's pretty yummy too, and they always seem to be among the first pubs to add mulled wine to their repertoire when the temperature drops.

Anyway, if you find yourself loitering on a terrace looking across the Thames towards St Paul's Cathedral, and you happen to wearing a shiny new crafty project, then you may as well play photoshoot while you're at it.


The man was pressed into being photographer for me, and therefore clearly earned a sojourn in a nice, warm riverside pub with a toasty glass of the capital's finest mulled goodness.  After all, that's what Sunday afternoons are for.

Kisses xxx

P.S. If anyone tells you I had four glasses of mulled wine during the day, don't believe a word of it.  As if I would possibly do such a thing on a cold, crisp day when the city is starting to think wintry thoughts.

P.P.S. It's definitely not true, because one of them was called "Spiced hot wine with brandy" and emerged steaming from a giant copper kettle.  And one of my receipts says it was hot sangria.  So I really didn't consume 4 mulled wines. Fact.

Saturday, 15 November 2014

las tortugas


Apparently when Columbus discovered Little Cayman, he thought it was surrounded by large, round boulders.  Closer inspection revealed these rocks to be thousands upon thousands of turtles.  The islands were therefore named Las Tortugas.

Unfortunately for the resident turtle population, it was soon also discovered that turtle is delicious and stores well on long sea voyages.  Since then, turtle numbers have declined rapidly and they are now considered endangered. In recent years to combat this, Grand Cayman has established a turtle conservation centre where they breed turtles and release them into the sea when they mature. 

In the wild baby turtles are tiny and everything is against them; their chances of survival are slim and so females lay clutches of 100 eggs at a time.  However, the little turtles incubated and hatched in the centre have around a 50% survival rate (which is huge compared to 1-2% in the wild), and since it opened the centre has released over 30000 turtles in the wild.  Tracking their progress has revealed how far and wide they have spread, and some of them are now starting to return as they reach maturity in order to lay their own eggs.

As we wandered around the centre, we encountered various types of turtle.  We could hear them gasp for a deep breath of air as they rose to the surface, before paddling serenely down again. And we kept our fingers well out of reach, as apparently some bite!



My favourites were the tiny, yearling turtles, and I leaned wistfully over their pool. An attendant asked me if I would like to hold one.  I nodded vigourously.  Would I like to climb into the water? More vigorous nodding, some grinning, and a little bit of hopping up and down. My man politely declined this opportunity which gave yours truly just enough time to thrust the camera in his direction, gather up my skirt and wade into the pool with abandon.  The year-old turtles paddled about quite cheerfully and I soon decided that I would have a quick chat with each one.  As long as I could catch them...

They seemed pretty chilled even when lifted gently from the water.  They waggled their flippers, but stroking them gently under the chin made calmed and reassured them, and they sat quite happily in my hands, posing for pictures like pros.



You can't hold the grown-up ones. They weigh about 400lbs, and this chap looked imperiously at me as though the very idea offended his dignity.  I apologised, of course.

Kisses xxx

P.S. While it is never nice to see animals in captivity, I'm glad that effort are being made to protect these lovely creatures and as a tourist it was a real privilege to get so close. It's illegal to disturb turtles or their nests now and let's hope that with a bit of support they can continue paddling around.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

catching the sunrise


I have to credit him with the idea. Even if I'd thought of it, I wouldn't have suggested it as it sounded just a little bit crazy.  What if, he said, we get up at half four, drive around to the eastern side of Grand Cayman and watch the sunrise there?

I loved the thought.  That he wanted to go for it, that he was willing to go for a mad-cap pre-dawn wild goose chase to the sun. That he was happy to forgo the lovely cosy comfort of a lie-in for a sunrise mission with no guarantees of actually catching it. How could I resist the inherent romance of the adventure? I love him all the more for that.

But of course rain thwarted the plan.  And the odd storm.  But we still had one more night on the island. And when I stuck my head out of the door on that morning, we were in luck.

This time was a winner, had to be a winner.  Our last day.  Our last chance to catch the sunrise.

I drove; I insisted as I loved the idea of chasing the dawn around to the other side of the island.  The roads were quiet and as we streamed along the coastal road, the first glimmers of daylight began to appear on the horizon.  We didn't have a destination in mind, instead hoping to drive as far east as possible and then claim a deserted stretch of sand.

Our luck was in.  We found our beach, and it was all ours. This time our operation was more professional as we'd been able to borrow deck chairs from the hotel. 


And we waited.



It was so worth the wait.  A perfect morning.  A perfect moment.  These pictures are some of the best souvenirs I could have, but they don't fully convey the gloriousness of the sun appearing on the horizon, the clouds streaked with vibrant colour, the sounds of the sea, the peace and the excitement wrapped together in that sunrise.




It was that morning when I found the conch shell too.  I suppose you're probably not supposed to take them, but it had been long-since abandoned by its resident and was a little battered, and I couldn't bring myself to leave it behind.  I saw it just as we were climbing back into the car.  I jumped back out, shook off the sand, and popped the intricate shell under the passenger seat.


Later, I cleaned it, and wrapped it up carefully in my clothes to protect it from the battering my backpack would undoubtedly receive on the journey home. It made the long trip unscathed.  It's currently sitting on my windowsill.  A lovely reminder of bright mornings and wonderful moments as we head into winter.

Kisses xxx

P.S. I can't imagine a more wonderful way to achieve goal #26: get up early and photograph the sunrise. When I wrote that goal, on my list of things to do before I'm 30, I never dreamed it would be with him on a beach in the Cayman Islands.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

chasing the sunrise


One evening in the Bahamas, we had grabbed a quick bite for dinner and munched quietly, perched at the edge of the beach and watching the sun set. I mused aloud that the sunrise would probably be pretty good too.  I've always wanted to photograph a good sunrise. And it's on my list of things to do before I'm 30, too!

The thought seemed to stick. It's not every day that we're on an Island, surrounded by beaches.  As he pointed out: "We're on holiday; we can do what we like! As long as it's not a fellony." So we decided to go for it!

So it was settled.  I set an alarm for 6:30am the next morning and when it rolled around...well it was sort of cloudy.  And quite windy. Not to mention it seemed awfully early.  And somehow getting out of a lovely comfy bed seemed less appealing... So we decided to catch the sunrise another day.

What followed was a series of surprisingly soggy mornings as the Bahamas experienced a run of tropical showers.  And while they did nothing to dampen our spirits when they occasionally hit, downpours just didn't feature in my morning sunrise ideal. No one wants to tell the story of an overcast dawn where they had to clutch their waterproof around them and fight their umbrella. I can do that most days on my way to work.

A few days passed, and we moved on to Grand Cayman.  The forecast seemed promising, the beach was 2 minutes from our hotel, and so we set the alarm for 5:30am.  The Cayman Islands being in a different time zone, sunrise was an hour earlier.  Ouch!

At half five, I peered out of the door.  Dry.  Not too windy.  Definitely warm.  So I poked the man fully awake and he made the same checks.  Yep, the weather was in our favour.  We dressed quickly, grabbed a towel to sit on, and scuttled to the beach.  I had a quick paddle in the sea in the pre-dawn gloom (you've always got to test the waters) and then retreated to sit with him on the towel.


As I sat down, a small crab emerged from the my footprint, bringing with him a little flurry of sand.  He eyed us, motionless for a few moments.  And then quick as a flash he disappeared back down his hole. This process was repeated regularly, and he seemed to be building a little home, burrowing down into the sand. Sometimes he would stop and rest for a while before popping back inside.  Other times it would be long time before he re-emerged. We realised shortly that there was a whole army of crabs from tiny ones to palm-sized beasties all busying away at their own home improvements. It was fascinating.  And after all, it's always a little bit nice to watch other people work when you're not doing anything.


After about an hour, we were both peering around and frowning.  Somehow, it had become light.  Suspiciously light. Daylight, even.  In fact, the sun was very much up and had risen inconspicuously behind us.

That's right.  We missed it.  With the benefit of hindsight, it's daft to sit on a beach and expect to see the sun rise when you know full well you're staying on the West bay.  Yes, the WEST bay.  Everyone knows the sun rises in the East.



What a pair of numpties.  It was nice to spend sunrise on an idyllic Caribbean beach with azure waters and crystal sands etc. etc. but I don't half feel like a muppet for facing the wrong way.  So it seemed as though we weren't going to be able to capture the dawn after all.

Kisses xxx

P.S. Or maybe this just isn't the end of the story?

Monday, 10 November 2014

london love: a stab in the dark


On a dark, miserable evening in the Big Smoke, a crack team of detectives stumbled out into a downpour and set off to solve a murder most horrid...

A Stab in the Dark is an interactive game organised and run by the incredible creative minds at A Door in a Wall. I had rustled up a posse as soon as I heard about the idea, and then had to wait excitedly to find out what was going to happen.

Our team of six met in a bar just south of the river and, along with other shifty-looking groups, learned the grisly details of a book launch gone very wrong.  Instead of making a public appearance to advertise the sale of his autobiography, Don Gowin, noted horror film star, had popped his clogs.  And not under natural circumstances...

We got to work and examined what we knew of the crime. We had three suspects, snippets of brilliantly pun-filled information that may or may not be useful, and a healthy suspicion of pretty much everything. Each group had 2 hours to go off and follow up six leads, gather clues and rattle around the locale causing mayhem. In the course of the evening, we were significantly rained on, auditioned for a play (I was a corpse), had our fortunes told by a medium in a pub using tarot cards (an unconventional detecting technique), hacked a twitter account and decoded secret messages. 







And then there was my favourite bit: zombie apocalypse survival training with scout master Bob O'Job. We completed all the sections of the course admirably which were BRavery, Ambush Avoidance, Assault, Imitation, Navigation and Security. Or if you prefer, BRAAAINS. And he gave us a badge! Sadly there was only one badge for the whole team to share.  This was obviously not going to go down well as both I and trusty teammate Laura are keen Guide leaders with an obsession for badges. We therefore embarrassed ourselves with much pathetic pleading and explaining about Guides, and so he gave us one each. Yep, I did my zombie apocalypse badge!

The reasons why this training was necessary were complicated and to do with plot, which I won't go into here. You wouldn't believe it even if I told you.




I felt like a femme fatale in a deliciously dark film noir, camera poised to document clues, heels clattering mysteriously through the dimly lit alleys of deepest, darkest London.  Although on reflection, I was wearing sensible shoes instead of heels, and I was a bit bedraggled from being rained on.  I don't think femme fatales wear hoodies, and their hair is always glamorous.

At the end of 2 hours, we had to return to base and use 40 minutes to construct our case. And we got most of it right with a correct whodunnit and howdunnit, but couldn't find a motive. Clearly, we had missed A Clue!

Anyway, A Stab in the Dark was hugely entertaining and it was pretty exciting to trek around Tower Bridge and the Shard in the dark, investigating clues and stumbling along alleys and into bars and so on. The event was planned to perfection: everything worked brilliantly and was so slick and well-structured that we became completely immersed in the very-believable world.  While it was a little annoying to run into other teams at times (especially when they had cheated and split up!), there was plenty to keep us occupied: we only managed to follow up around 4 of the leads, and we didn't complete all of those.  This meant that no teams ran out of things to do, and there was a real incentive to hurry along!

In summary, it was a brilliantly original night out and I loved it! 

Kisses xxx

P.S. Sadly the man was abroad working at the time, and missed all the fun.  I guess I'll just have to go again and take him along to solve another mystery!

P.P.S. This was also one of the things on my Things To Do Before I'm 30 list.  Nailed it!

Sunday, 9 November 2014

one photo and twenty words


Trespassing on hotel property, sneaking into a roped-off beach gazebo for a self-timed shot.  We're not even sorry.

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One Photo and Twenty Words is a lovely monthly post hosted by Abi over at Creating Paper Dreams.  Head over there to check out some insightful and amusing picture/word combinations.

Kisses xxx

P.S. First week back at school and I already could use another half term!  This is what happens when you spend all weekend on a training course.  No matter how good it is, you just don't feel rested come Monday!  Here's to some quiet nights in this week.

Friday, 7 November 2014

before I'm 30 I will: a review and a catch-up


This photo officially documents my achievement of goal number 42: Get a bikini.  I am now a convert! Plus having this goal has been a great incentive to eat more sensibly, lose weight (3 and a half stone) and get in better shape.

It’s now just over a year since I first posted my list of things to accomplish.  It started off as a series of things that I’d quite like to do.  I picked the deadline of my 30th birthday to encourage me to make progress, while at the same time allowing a few years to accomplish bigger goals.  Some things can be done on a rainy afternoon when I’m at a loose end, such as building a den.  Some of the ideas on the list will require planning months in advance, not to mention saving up the pennies.  This is particularly true for some of my travel dreams!

Since my first post, I have added new challenges as more new ideas have occurred to me.  My list has grown significantly since the original 60! I have also got rid a couple of ideas that just don’t inspire me any more.  Anyway, I thought it was probably time to have a quick review to see where I stand.  With a couple of years still to go, I've accomplished 25 and have 65 left to work on.

Of these, 7 are planned/booked/underway, but whether ‘ll ever be finished doesn't really bother me as long as I keep finding brilliant things to do :D


To finish off this post then, here’s the current list. I've linked to blog posts about the challenges where I can.

#1 Make cake pops
#2 Make a multicoloured layer cake
#3 Go on a canal boat
#4 Play Dungeons and Dragons
#5 Play hooky for a day
#6 Get a film projector and screen films in my own little cinema
#7 Go on a sleeper train
#8 Have tea at the Ritz
#9 And Claridges
#10 See 2 West End shows in a day
#11 Make a photo wall display
#12 Build a den.  A really cool one.
#13 Road trip in the USA
#14 New York, New York
#15 Go glamping in a fancy tent with fairy lights
#16 Buy an expensive set of lingerie
#17 Sew something to wear
#18 Get married
#19 Make a set of jam-jar cocktail glasses
#20 Make blueberry gin
#21 Play ultimate sandwich
#22 Learn how design this blog the way I wish it looked
#23 Make a scrapbooking video for the blog
#24 Learn to roller skate
#25 Learn to make pasta
#26 Get up early to photograph the sunrise 
#27 Swim in the Hampstead ponds
#28 Stay out all night
#29 Do the monopoly pub crawl
#30 Play the tube game
#31 Have dinner at Dans le Noir
#32 Re-vamp some second hand furniture
#33 Go to a cult Rocky Horror screening
#34 Go to a burlesque show
#35 Go ape
#36 Go to a Secret Cinema screening
#37 See a play at Cornwall's Minack Theatre
#38 Go on a helicopter
#39 Make my own ice cream (malteaser, peanut butter and caramel flavour?)
#40 Have dinner at Dishoom
#41 Take part in a Murder Mystery Treasure Hunt
#42 Buy a bikini
#43 Go to an auction
#44 Get my eyebrows shaped
#45 Inhale helium
#46 See the Northern Lights
#47 Go to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival
#48 See New Zealand
#49 Stay in a tree house
#50 Have a bash at karaoke
#51 Go to a roller derby
#52 Travel to South America
#53 Ride a motorbike
#54 See a film at a drive-in cinema
#55 Go to a sh*t-faced Shakespeare production
#56 Make a new giant floor cushion
#57 Have an indoor pool party
#58 Make spun sugar
#59 Have a go at spinning
#60 Go for Mad Hatter's Afternoon Tea
#61 Go to the circus
#62 Learn to knit from a chart
#63 Knit a lace pattern
#64 Start a teacup collection
#65 Go on a Segway
#67 See a midnight matinee at the Globe
#68 Play hide and seek in Ikea
#69 Visit the Cutty Sark
#70 Go to a Casino
#71 Go stargazing
#72 Eat a deep-fried Mars bar
#73 Have dinner at Veeraswamy
#74 Have a day at Thorpe Park
#75 Ride a camel
#76 Have cocktails on Madison Terrace
#77 Play Dinosaur Safari Adventure Golf
#78 See a baseball match
#79 Go to Bounce Below
#80 Visit the Rough Trade Photobooth
#81 Swim in an infinity pool
#82 Ride a tandem
#83 Go on a pedibus
#84 Make something out of leather
#85 Get my International License with Girlguiding
#86 Go to a Christmas Market in Europe
#87 Develop a film
#88 Go on a photography course
#89 Design a Lace Shawl
#90 Visit a Guiding World Centre outside the UK

Kisses xxx

P.S. Winter is definitely a good time to make a den. And fill it with delicious goodies and mulled wine and fairy lights and blankets...

P.P.S. Who's with me?!

Monday, 3 November 2014

hunting iguanas


While on holiday, we decided to visit the Queen Elizabeth II Botanical Gardens, nestled in the wilderness of mangrove swamps smack in the middle of Grand Cayman. The gardens also happen to be home to the world's blue iguana population.  This population has been in decline for some time, and it was believed that at one point there were only a handful of these impressive creatures remaining.  To combat this, a conservation centre was set up in the gardens and a breeding program has significantly increased the population.

As we drove along the drive, we slowed to a gentle roll as the signs warned us to watch out for passing iguanas.  Apparently part of the reason for the population's decline is their shrinking environment as more of Grand Cayman is developed.  The strongest iguanas get the best territories with the most food, but these tend to be nearest the people.  Sadly the iguanas have developed a fondness for basking on the nice, warm, tarmac on the roads, and like to snooze under lovely, warm, recently-parked cars. 

So we were slightly wary looking out for them on the way.

We pulled up to the visitor centre to get tickets, and hopped out of the car to find an enormous blue specimen sprawled across the path.  It must have been 4 feet long, and not at all perturbed by having us disturb its afternoon nap. I wish now I'd taken a picture, but I assumed this was a promising start and therefore we would be virtually overrun with giant blue iguanas once we stepped inside the gardens.





Sadly, that was not the case as we didn't spot a single one during the whole visit! The conservation area was closed for the season, and peering between tiny gaps in the fence, we could just about make out one or two absorbing the afternoon sunshine.  But not a one did we find in the entire expanse of  gardens, woods and trails.

On the plus side, the gardens were really quite something, beautiful and bursting with colour and the place was very peaceful and soothing, whilst simultaneously teeming with other varieties of wildlife. Like the tree frog above. And his little lizard friends. (I'm just assuming they're friends and it's the Caribbean equivalent of the Animals of Farthing Wood.  Instead of Fox and Badger, it's Treefrog and Lizard.  But maybe they aren't friends, and are instead mere acquaintances)


There was a handy Elbow Tree for selfie-of-the-day.  And the man scouted out this location, proving that he loves selfie-of-the-day really.


These tiny lizards are lovely and pop up everywhere.  This one followed us around and we saw him during the whole holiday.  It was definitely always the same one, and here he is teaching us about plants.  He brought a sign and everything.



We did find a green iguana in the end... but that's another story.

Kisses xxx

P.S. Gardens always produce such colourful photos.  I need to visit London's Kew Gardens now, as I've never been but I bet it's just as photogenic.  With perhaps slightly fewer lizards.

P.P.S. The photo at the very top is of the two of us wandering around the new and shiny orchid garden walkway.  However, it turns out that October is definitely not orchid season!