Enjoying Bilbao

I love a good ‘city-break’.  We have been fortunate enough to have enjoyed many over the years.  Some of the best city-breaks have been in the smaller cities of Europe rather than the largest; I like their size and the fact that one can see most of the city by just walking about; my aging legs still allow me to do that.  Our latest city visit was to Bilbao in the Basque area of northern Spain and it was a very successful trip.

The Guggenheim From A Bridge Across Ria De Bilbao
The Guggenheim From A Bridge Across Ria De Bilbao

The logistics worked (thank goodness the threatened French air-traffic controllers strike was called off at the last moment), the hotel was comfortable, the weather was lovely and Bilbao was interesting and studded with very good bars, cafes and sights to see.  Bilbao is on the Ria de Bilbao just downstream of the confluence of the rivers Nervion and Ibaizabal and the bridges across it and the steep sides of the valley it cuts through, provide a number of vantage points for lovely views of the city.

Church of San Jose de la Montana de los Reverendos Padres Agustinos. Bilbao. (A Very Long Name And Very White)
In The New Town: Church of San Jose de la Montana de los Reverendos Padres Agustinos. Bilbao. (A Very Long Name And Very White)

It seemed to me that the centre of city has three main elements: the Old Town, the 19th century planned grid structure of streets to the west and, a little further downstream, the modern restorations of old port areas (that continue all the way down to the still thriving port area on the coast).  We spent much of our time in the Old Town but our modern hotel was amongst the grid like streets nearby and was conveniently quiet in addition to being centrally located. 

Night-time Bilbao (Ria De Bilbao and Theatre)
Night-time Bilbao (Ria De Bilbao and Theatre)

A key factor in choosing to visit Bilbao was our desire to see the Guggenheim Museum which is perhaps the centrepiece of the city and much visited by tourists from all over the world.  It is indeed a remarkable building and I’ll cover our visit to it, and to the nearby Fine Arts Museum, in a separate post.  There was much else to see and do and just walking around in the sunshine helped us absorb the feel of the city and the underlying strength of local pride in the Basque/Biscay culture.  Our visit coincided with Spain’s National Day and we saw a couple of noisy street celebrations.

Part of that Basque (and Spanish) culture is the sociability of the people and their propensity to sit in bars and chat.  There are hundreds of bars but, in the Old Town especially, it was difficult to find an outside seat because they were all so popular.  The only workable strategy to getting a seat was often to order a drink and stand for a while until a table was vacated.  Many were doing that but we lacked the patience and generally kept walking until we found a couple of adjacent seats by chance (or gave up!) 

View From A Bar, Bilbao
View From A Bar, Bilbao

We did have some good suggestions for cafes and bars to try from Middle Son’s (MS’s) fiancée and we managed most of them.  The best we experienced were Baster near the Cathedral and Ekain in the main square, Plaza Nueva.  Both had excellent pintxos which are little snacks that bars sell to help prolong the bar-side drinking and conversations.

In And Around Plaza Nueva, Bilbao
In And Around Plaza Nueva, Bilbao

Jane also found two incredibly good breakfast places.  Cafe Originale was a typical Jane choice of minimal décor, clean lines and excellent granola and yogurt (though I chose a filling savoury mix). . 

Cokooncafe was something else!  More than half the indoor space was taken up by seven chefs preparing immaculate looking breakfasts.  Watching the preparation was almost as good as eating the food and it reminded me of the brilliant TV drama series The Bear – especially Series 3 where the focus is on learning and delivering on being a top-rated restaurant.  The food, in truth, was a little too sweet to be an ideal breakfast but it was incredible experience.  We ‘did’ both Café Originale and Cokooncafe twice and loved them but I will remember Cokooncafe especially for a very long time.

Crazy-Good Breakfasts In Bilbao (Originale and Cokoon)
Crazy-Good Breakfasts In Bilbao (Originale and Cokoon)

After going up the Artxanda Funicular to the views across the city from Artxanda Park, we ate tortilla at the apparently famous but remarkably unassuming Bilba (another of the MS fiancée recommendations which paid off).  After this, the big breakfasts and the variety of pintxos, we didn’t feel much like a restaurant dinner in the evenings.  Liquid dinners largely sufficed and I found the local ‘brown’ beers very satisfactory.

View OF Bilbao From Artxanda Park
View OF Bilbao From Artxanda Park

I went off twice on my own to explore Bibao.  I am so pleased that I went to the Itsasmuseum (Maritime Museum).  This provided a well laid out (with English translations) exhibition of the history of Bilbao from the point of view of its seafaring past, its port management and the Basque fishing industry.  I loved the antique maps on show.  They reminded me of the trips my Dad and I made in my youth to shops selling such maps. 

Itsasmuseum, (Maritime Museum), Bilbao
Itsasmuseum, (Maritime Museum), Bilbao

The old maps were a key part of the museum’s attempt to illustrate the progression of the growth of Bilbao in fits and starts from medieval times.  The exhibits charted the industrial revolution, the 20th century industrial decline, the massive floods (in 1983), separatist and joblessness riots, and the recent emergence of renewable industries and tourism.

Bilbao is actually many miles inland from the coast and the estuary that joins it to the Bay of Biscay has had to be completely re-engineered to enable sea trade and, ultimately, the rapid 19th century development of the city.  The previously huge mining, metal and ship building industry has now almost gone but the port out near the coast is busy and the city itself is a hive of activity. 

The transformations Bilbao has been through were underlined by an exhibit by Esther Pizarro called ‘Skin of Light’.  It was a combination of a model of the city and a video.  The model was lit in different colours as the video of the recent history of Bilbao played out.  I confess to being quite moved by the hopefulness the work exuded.  The whole visit to the museum was well worthwhile and it helped create a context for what I saw in the Bilbao streets.

'Skin Of Light' BY Esther Pizarro, Itsasmuseum, Bilbao
Two Of The Phases Of ‘Skin Of Light’ By Esther Pizarro, Itsasmuseum, Bilbao

On another excursion to the south of the Old Town, I encountered grittier streets.  Parque Miribilla offered some good views north to the city centre and the walk along the river was interesting.  Then, in the midst of some mid-rise social housing, I found a remnant from Bilbao’s industrial past; an old furnace attached to a mine that produced iron, that had been restored and surrounded by modern artworks.  Seeing the furnace off the beaten track was a nice surprise before a stroll back into the city past sunset-bathed San Anton Church and to another crowded riverside bar.

On The Walk From Parque Miribilla To St Anton's Church
On The Walk From Parque Miribilla To St Anton’s Church

One other MS fiancée recommendation was to take a break from the city to visit Mundaka just over an hour out of the city by train or bus and on the north east coast.  The weather was again sunny and warm and it was a perfect adjunct to walking the streets of Bilbao.  The town is on another estuary with a sand bank which apparently creates excellent surfing conditions. 

Views Around Mundaka
Views Around Mundaka

We saw plenty of surfers and paddleboarders amid the superb views across the estuary.  We walked to the little fisherman’s church to look across the Bay of Biscay and then found a seat in an (inevitably) packed bar to snack and drink more strong beer.  Visiting Mundaka was a great trip out for a morning and a chance to see a pretty, old coastal resort and semi-rural and rural Basque country on the way.

Bilbao proved to be a good choice for a very enjoyable city-break.  I look forward to the next one.

Art, Gardens and a Big Anniversary

Our time in Edinburgh – the bread on either side of our Fife sandwich filling – was busy. 

We did some of the usual things with First Grandchild (FG); going to the playground, visiting the National Museum of Scotland and meeting his hopeful requests: ‘can you play with me?’. 

Playing Cards With First Grandchild (FG)
Playing Cards With First Grandchild (FG)

We also went to the Museum Of Childhood for the first time.  FG loved the activities available and we liked the nostalgia of seeing the toys from our own childhoods and those of our sons.  Entrance to the museum was free and we will definitely be going back with FG.

Construction Toys From My Youth Including Betta Builder, My Favourite
A Display of Toys From My Youth At The Edinburgh Museum Of Childhood, Including Betta Bilda, One Of My Favourites

FG also had a tremendous time at the Newhailes Gardens and Adventure Park near Musselburgh.  This is owned by the Scottish National Trust and is a wonderful facility.  I wandered the grounds while FG loved all the activities.  I then joined him to build towers, and to watch him get some experience of sack and egg and spoon races.

Newhailes House, Front And Back
Newhailes House, Front And Back

We did spend some time away from our Edinburgh family so they could get back to something resembling their routine.  A huge highlight of this was a visit to the Andy Goldsworthy exhibition at the National Gallery of Scotland.  Based on reviews I had seen, I was expecting great things and it truly was an excellent display.  The exhibition was so good, I’ll cover our visit in a separate blog post after this one.

Jane and I visited a few other galleries while in Edinburgh.  In the basement of the National Gallery was an exhibition of work by Paul Furneaux who we know our Eldest Son admires.  I liked his paintings too.

'Temple Path' By Paul Furneaux At the Scottish National Gallery
‘Temple Path’ By Paul Furneaux At the Scottish National Gallery

Furneaux also featured in the Open Eye Gallery which is always worth visiting as was The Scottish Gallery opposite.  The latter had an exhibition of paintings by Alexander Goudie who I enjoyed getting to know a bit.

Another Painting BY Paul Furneuax, This Time At The Open Eye Gallery, Edinburgh
Another Painting By Paul Furneuax (‘Rain City’), This Time At The Open Eye Gallery, Edinburgh

One afternoon, I slipped off and went to a free show of Post-Modern art at the City Art Centre.  A little embarrassingly, I got told off for taking a photo here (see below, top) – I just didn’t see the signs prohibiting photography.  Otherwise, my visit was very satisfactory as previous shows there have been.  I particularly enjoyed the rather macabre painting by John Bellany of men gutting fish (also below).  Bellany had a separate (but not free) exhibition at the centre but I didn’t pop in.

Scottish Post Modern Art At The City Art Centre, Edinburgh
Scottish Post Modern Art At The City Art Centre, Edinburgh

Jane and I also visited the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art briefly to see three or four rooms of works by Louise Bourgeois, Robert Mapplethorpe and Helen Chadwick.  This was mildly diverting but only Bourgeois’s spider, which we had both seen variants of before at the Hayward Gallery in London, and the famous photo of Mapplethorpe’s disembodied head (see below) left much of an impression  on me.

Beyond the art and beyond Edinburgh, we also took some time out to explore some gardens.  Recalling these visits now reminds me that I failed to mention in my last blog post a very pleasant hour or so spent in the St Andrews Botanic Garden during our time in Fife.  It was a longer walk out of the St Andrews town centre than we expected but well worth a visit to see a rather wild and experimental garden that is investigating how gardens, and the insects that live in them, can cope with our changing climate. Semi-wild gardens, busy with insect life, can be very attractive at this time of year.

St Andrews Botanic Gardens
St Andrews Botanic Gardens

Now we travelled south from Edinburgh to the Pentland Hills and Tweed Valley to Dawyck Botanic Garden.  This is a 65-acre arboretum with a lot of mature indigenous trees and a large number planted using seed collected a couple of centuries ago in America by a traveller called David Douglas.  He met a sticky end in Hawaii after falling into an animal trap already occupied by a bull, but his legacy at Dawyck is impressive. 

Dawyck Botanic Garden
Dawyck Botanic Garden, Scottish Borders

The setting is lovely with gorgeous views across heavily wooded valleys to open hillsides beyond.  It would be worth visiting again in Spring when more of the azaleas and rhododendrons are in flower.

We then went on to  Little Sparta, the home and garden of Scottish poet and artist Ian Hamilton Finlay whose work I have often seen in various places in and around Edinburgh including, during this visit, the City Art Centre. This year is the centenary of his birth.

Little Sparta
Little Sparta, South Lanarkshire

The garden is in the middle of nowhere.  It is both a little chaotic and very sweet.  Throughout the garden are little paths and about 200 individual art works from golden heads to simple inscriptions and stone sculptures.  I particularly liked the open area beyond the wooded garden which included an attractive lake.

Little Sparta
Little Sparta

Of course, we ate and drank well while in Edinburgh as usual.  A highlight was a drink at the Newbarns Brewery and Taproom followed by an excellent dinner at Ardfern.  We will be going to both (and Ardfern’s sister restaurants) again.

Our stay in Edinburgh was completed with a rather splendid lunch at Timberyard.  This was with our extended Edinburgh family including ES’s wife’s parents and was to celebrate Jane and my 40th wedding anniversary.  FG provided the rubies from his toy treasure chest and then got on with some drawing, leaving us to enjoy a splendid three courses.  The restaurant is a lovely space and the service and food are top notch. 

Timberyard, Edinburgh
Timberyard, Edinburgh

ES’s wife asked what advice we had, given we have achieved 40 married years together.  I mumbled something about needing patience to adjust as circumstances and each partner change at different times.  I’m not sure if retirement brings a requirement for more patience.  Certainly, intermittent contact with grandchildren and no work to worry about allows much more time to think about getting along than full blown parental childcare and employment ever did!

We took our time over Timberyard’s food but there was still time to take in England Woman’s Football Team winning the European Championship after extra time and penalties.  It was a thrilling end to a lovely week and a half in Scotland.

Belfast to Derry and Back

Eight months since our last visit to Belfast to attend and celebrate the wedding of Youngest Son (YS) and his wife, we visited again a couple of weekends ago.  This was a very relaxed trip with few fixed plans, no real schedule other than our flight in and out, and just a desire to catch up properly with the newly wedded couple and to see a bit of Northern Ireland again.  We were helped by terrific, sunny and warm weather and, as usual, great hospitality starting with a barbeque in YS and his wife’s pretty, sunny garden.

Playing Molkky (A Finnish Game Akin to Petanque and Skittles) In The Garden
Playing Molkky (A Finnish Game Akin to Petanque and Skittles) In The Garden

On our first full day in Northern Ireland, we took the train to Derry/Londonderry.  The train journey was very comfortable and relaxing with great views of grassy fields and hills.  Then, as we passed Coleraine and Castlerock, we looked out on beautiful beaches and wide inlets before approaching Loch Foyle and the city of Derry.

Coastal Views Between Castlerock And Derry
Coastal Views Between Castlerock And Derry

We traversed the Peace Bridge over the River Foyle.  The bridge was funded by the Northern Ireland Government and the European Union Fund for Peace and Reconciliation.  It is an unusual s-shape with two main supports.  We learnt later that the shape is to indicate that the path to peace is not straight and that the two pillars represent the two sides of any peace agreement and the importance of both to enduring harmony.  Derry has been a fulcrum of conflict for centuries between English and Irish and Protestant and Catholic, but the bridge is a testament to the current atmosphere of relative calm, hope and peace.

Derry And The Peace Bridge
Derry And The Peace Bridge

We headed into the city and refuelled with coffee at The Hang Ten Brewbar.  There was further, more alcoholic refuelling in the sun at Peadar O’Donnells traditional Irish pub and then we strolled through the city to meet up with a city tour guide. 

Looking Up Waterloo Street, Derry (Peadar O'Donnell's Pub On The Right)
Looking Up Waterloo Street, Derry (Peadar O’Donnell’s Pub On The Right)

He gave a brief account of the early history of Derry including its initial establishment as a monastic community by St Columba in the 6th century and the much later takeover of the city as part of the colonisation of the area by livery companies based in London – hence the alternative name of Londonderry.  These companies, loyal to the English Crown, build the city walls in 1619.  These have apparently never been breached despite a myriad of sieges and attacks since – hence a third name for the city: ‘The Maiden City’.

The guided tour followed a simple route around the top of the city walls which have a roughly rectangular layout with four original gates in each side.  Between the two thick sides of the wall is a mass of clay that helped to absorb the power of cannon shot.  Atop this is a thoroughfare broad enough to carry large heavy wagons. 

On Derry's City Walls
On Derry’s City Walls

Of course, the walls also provide great views of the surrounding countryside, the river and some of the more significant buildings in the city itself. 

St Augustine's Church, Derry
St Augustine’s Church, Derry

These included the pretty St Augustine’s Church (The Wee Church on the Walls’) and the First Derry Presbyterian Church.  The tour ended in the very centre of Derry from which we could see all four of the original gates and could show our appreciation to the tour guide for a very informative and interesting 90 minutes.

The First Derry Presbyterian Church
The First Derry Presbyterian Church

Our evening meal back in Belfast was at the very good Mourne Seafood Bar not far from Belfast City Hall where YS and his now wife were married.  

Throughout our stay, we ate very well.  It is great seeing one’s offspring mastering skills I have never possessed and YS’s control of his new barbeque was excellent.  He is barista trained and has access to good Belfast bakeries so breakfast at home was very good.  But even better were the breakfasts at Cultura (where I had a really exceptional Italian Hash) and Neighbourhood Cafe (where I was greedy and had both the lovely fruity, minty coconut granola followed by the excellent Scrambled Eggs Rayu).  The quality was reminiscent of the great breakfasts we had on our trips to Australia some years ago when YS was based there.

Murals Near The Cathedral Quarter, Belfast
Murals Near The Cathedral Quarter, Belfast

After breakfast at Neighbourhood, Jane went with YS’s wife to her osteopathy studio for a treatment for Jane’s shoulder while YS and I wandered nearby to see The Cathedral Church of St. Anne and some of the local murals.  During the several times we have visited this Cathedral Quarter I had not previously noticed the distinctive cathedral spire which was, this time, shining in the sunlight.  The way the spire protrudes down into the interior of the church was an interesting bit of design.

Another highlight of our trip was an outing to Mount Stewart, a large estate on the edge of the extensive Strangford Lough and now owned by the National Trust. 

Mount Stewart House
Mount Stewart House

We didn’t go in the house this time since the weather invited us to spend our time in the beautiful gardens and wandering around the lake. 

We also ventured into the woods following signs to a red squirrel hide in the hope we might spot one.  In the hide we sat quietly for five minutes peering out of a large and presumably one way window.  Moments after I had I whispered to Jane that this was probably all a bit of a long shot and waste of time, a red squirrel appeared around the side of the hide.  It was a very exciting moment followed by 10 minutes of watching this little, shy creature poking around the feeding boxes and scampering over fallen logs.  Red squirrel numbers have collapsed in the last century due to viruses and competition with larger, invasive grey squirrels, but are now beginning to revive due to conservation efforts such as that we saw.  We felt very lucky to see one.

A Red Squirrel; Very Happy In Its Conservation Area
A Red Squirrel; Very Happy In Its Conservation Area At Mount Stewart

We thoroughly enjoyed our trip to Belfast and to Derry/Londonderry.  Belfast seems to be thriving despite some political and governmental issues.  It was nice that we had an opportunity to peek at a soon to open restaurant associated with Yotam Ottolenghi.  He is certainly a famous restaurateur and his investment in Northern Ireland must be a good sign for the region.  

Site Of The New Restaurant Associated With Ottolenghi
Site (A Repurposed Mill) Of The New Restaurant Associated With Ottolenghi And Opening In 2025

It was great too to see how YS and his wife live, why they enjoy Belfast and Northern Ireland so much and how they have made their home there with their rather elegant and increasingly mature dog ‘Reggie’. 

Reggie!
Reggie!

We were glad we could repay their relaxed hospitality with a bit of gardening.  The centre point of our effort was the retrieval of an old zinc water cistern from a local skip and working with YS and wife to fill it, and a few other pots, with herbs.  YS’s new barbeque is now surrounded by these pots and is adjacent to a bit of planting that we all felt very proud of.  It was not only a very enjoyable weekend but a productive one.

New Planting (Just Missing The Jasmine That YS Added Later)
New Planting (Just Missing The Jasmine That YS Added Later)

Birthday in Basel

Unusually, my wife Jane picked up a copy of the Financial Times (FT) a couple of weekends ago.  On Saturday’s, it’s a thick paper with a variety of sections – some more interesting than others.  In the travel section, there was an article on Antwerp which we visited several years ago and, alongside that, an article on visiting Basel in Switzerland.  Upon reading it, Jane suggested that we book a trip there the following weekend to mark my birthday.  Within 20 minutes, we were booked into car parks, flights and a hotel and were set; retirement flexibility, a bit of money in the bank and the internet on our phones makes delivering on a whim so easy!

View Of The Rhine on Our First Evening in Basel
View Of The Rhine on Our First Evening in Basel

We arrived late in the evening, checked in to our room and ventured out to a brasserie recommended in the FT article for something to eat.  We chose simply – just a beer and a burger each – but were taken aback by the cost of restaurant food.  Meal prices are about twice those in our part of the UK.  It took us a couple of days to recalibrate our expectations as we picked up menus in a variety of places over the next few days.  The food quality was excellent everywhere but the prices were eye opening.

Other aspects of the city break in Basel weren’t so expensive.  Our hotel (Hotel Märthof) was very central, perfectly comfortable and decent value.  The service there was exceptional and there were some useful addons, notably including the free BaselCard which all Basel hotels provide for overnight stays and which offers half price museum and gallery entry, and free public transport. 

That last perk was very useful on our last afternoon in Basel when the weather was rainy, almost all the public buildings and bars were shut, and we found ourselves wanting to kill some time in comfort.  We simply got the number Line 10 Tram, one of the longest tram rides in Europe and one of only five tram lines in Europe to span more than one country (in this case France and Switzerland).  It was an interesting hour or so that enabled views of misty hills and nice, green French and Swiss countryside.

From The Line 10 Tram In France
From The Line 10 Tram In France

Our first full day in Basel was very sunny and warm.  After substantial pastries at Bio Andreas, we walked a lot and got a feel for the old part of the town and beyond.  We visited the Cathedral (Basler Münster) and took in our first daylight views of the Rhine that separates the two halves of the city.

View From Basler Munster: Rhine, Bridges And Chestnut Trees (Which Were All Over The City)
View From Basler Munster: Rhine, Bridges And Chestnut Trees (Which Were All Over The City)

The cathedral dominates much of the south bank of the Rhine but, inside, it is of a good scale.  The extensive roof has pretty coloured tiles and, while the exterior walls are mainly red, inside the walls are a muted grey/brown colour.  We both liked this colouring, the lighting and the simplicity of the interior.  It was also clear even at this early stage of our trip that we were not going to be overwhelmed by crowds of other tourists; nice!

We walked on to the Tinguely Fountain which was an amusing array of mechanical, moving fountains and then to the nearby Offene Kirche Elisabethen.  The nave of this church was (or at least seemed) taller than the cathedral and I loved the airiness and, again, the lighting. 

Tinguely Fountains
Tinguely Fountains (Created By Jean Tinguely In 1977)
Offene Kirche Elisabethen
Offene Kirche Elisabethen

Our hotel had a roof terrace and so we thought that we would try that out while the sun was shining.  We enjoyed a couple of complimentary glasses of fruit infused water while perched over the market place, watching the market customers choose from the pricey but high-quality fare for sale and listening to the bells of the surrounding churches.  This was all very relaxing but, with phones now recharged, we thought it time to find a bar.

Panorama From Our Hotel Roof Terrace
Panorama From Our Hotel Roof Terrace

Jane did a couple of searches on her phone and re-consulted the FT article.  This led us over the main bridge to the north side of the city where we could see seating in front of hotels and bars on terraces leading down to the Rhine riverbank.  These would have been fine I’m sure but we wanted something a little quieter and offbeat. 

View OF Basler Munster From The Main Bridge Across The Rhine
View OF Basler Munster From The Main Bridge Across The Rhine

Jane found a description on her phone of a ‘quirky’ bar and, despite the significant distance to it, we set off west along the Rhine.  The walk was delightful.  It was initially between rows of lime trees with seating along the river on one side and some substantial houses on the other.  Then the walk became indispersed with small pop-up bars and DJs with portable sound systems.  Finally, past some rather run down industrial buildings and cranes, we came to Holzpark, an alternative cultural centre and play-space, and the quirky bar called Landestelle.

Holz Park, Landestelle Bar and DJs Playing En Route
Holz Park, Landestelle Bar and DJs Playing En Route

Landestelle was almost perfect for us.  It was buzzy with interesting looking, local people but not crowded.  The staff were friendly and the music choices were unusual but to our taste.  The Rhine – already wide despite still about 1,000km from the sea – was right alongside.  We watched huge barges slipping past and the sight of swimmers and divers on the far bank near modern offices and imposing factory chimneys.  The only drawback for me was that the draft beer was so continental and lager-like – not the hoppy IPAs we have become used to in our local pub.  Notwithstanding that, we felt as though we had found a lively but relatively undiscovered aspect of Basel.  We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and the walk back to the hotel.

Our step count merited a nice dinner.  Jane had already booked us in at the Volkshaus restaurant.  The weather was still warm and sunny enough for us to eat outside in a charming courtyard under a canopy of heavily managed plane trees and next to a continuous tinkle of a fountain.  I was braced for the price list by this time (and I wasn’t disappointed there!) but the asparagus soup and steak frites (with the steak covered innovatively in a tarragon sauce) was top notch. 

Volks Haus Restaurant: Courtyard Dining
Volks Haus Restaurant: Courtyard Dining

Much of the rest of our time in Basel was spent indoors avoiding the increasingly heavy cloud then rain.  However, we had planned for that and were very happy in the Kunstmuseum, with its very large collection of art from the 15th century onwards, the Swiss Architecture Museum and, on the Monday when the rain was heaviest, Fondation Beyeler where there was an exceptional exhibition of paintings by artists’ works portraying the boreal forests around the Arctic.  More on those visits, for those who are interested in art and architecture, in the next blog post.

We had a great break from our normal home routine whilst we were in Basel.  Despite the impetuousness and short notice of our trip, Jane had done enough planning to make the trip full and thoroughly rewarding.  I enjoyed especially the mix of good food (once I had adjusted to the price shock), relaxed drinking, friendly and helpful people, and the impressive galleries and museums we had time to visit.  It was a very memorable birthday weekend.

A Bath Trip and Interesting Fungi

As part of our joint New Year Resolution to get out and about more when the sun is shining, Jane and I went to Bath earlier this month.  We always enjoy visiting Bath, in part because the architecture reminds us of Edinburgh which we have also come to love, but also in its own right. 

One Of The Georgian Crescents Below Sion Hill, Bath

Jane always seems to find a treasured, discreet parking spot on Sion Hill.  The walk from there to the centre of town takes us past takes us past Georgian terraces and crescents and through big open grassy slopes with broad vistas.  It is an early treat on our visits, especially on a sunny day.  Then in the city centre, there are the impressive squares and circuses of intact Georgian houses, the river and its bridges, and the Roman Baths and Cathedral, all clad in wonderful local stone.

Bath Cathedral

A highlight of most of our Bath visits is the opportunity to pick up sourdough bread from Landrace bakery in Walcot Street.  It is simply our favourite bread.  This time we also visited The Fine Cheese Company a few doors along.  The service from the French chap behind the counter was a little snooty (perhaps because we enquired about English cheese) but he was very efficient in giving us a taster of the smooth and luscious Old Winchester cheese which we went away with.

The Royal Crescent, Bath

Jane had spotted that there was an exhibition of Gwen John’s work on at the The Holburne Museum and, for all the attractions of picking up top quality bread and cheese, seeing that was the prime purpose of our Bath trip.  I was only vaguely familiar with Gwen John following a recent conversation with friends in our village who had seen an exhibition of her work in Chichester.  They had recommended it and, anyway, I trust Jane on choosing worthwhile exhibitions like this one. 

The exhibition proved to be small but interesting.  Gwen John was clearly a formidable and influential woman.  It seems that her popularity has grown since her death but in life she mixed with, modelled for and inspired a wide range of other artists and produced attractive and innovative paintings.  I particularly liked the set of paintings on show called the ‘Convalescent Series’.  These are portraits with muted colours with an unusual surface texture apparently produced by the oil paint soaking into a chalky glue mix which caused bubbles and then small perforations in the finish.

‘Woman Seated’; Part Of ‘The Convalescent Series’ by Gwen John

When Jane and I met up outside the exhibition room afterwards we both said how much we had enjoyed John’s paintings but, amusingly, we both through that the best painting on show was one that was hung to illustrate her influence on other artists.  This was an interior with a single female figure by a Dane, Vilhelm Hammershøi.  We both thought it lovely.

‘Interior With Writing Table And A Young Woman’ by Vilhelm Hammershøi

I recall seeing a Hammershøi painting in the Musee D’Orsay in Paris last year when I began to appreciate his work for the first time.  I love his understated views of rooms, his grey palette and the ambiguity that stems from not being able to see the faces of the figures in his pictures – or the lack of a figure at all in the case of the painting I saw in Paris.

Alongside the Gwen John exhibition was a small exhibition of rather strange works by Gillian Lowndes.  The point of these seemed to be to mix as many different materials as possible so they looked like weird debris dug up from a brownfield industrial site somewhere.  The results weren’t uninteresting but I wasn’t moved by them.

Two Of The Works By Gillian Lowndes On Show At The Holburne Museum

The Holburne Museum also had a display by Lubaina Himid called Lost Threads.  This involved piles and streams of beautiful, brightly coloured Dutch textiles strewn across the floors of the museum rooms and woven between the pillars at the front of the building.  Jane and I had been to see a substantial exhibition of her work at Tate Modern a couple of years ago.  Like then, while we enjoyed the vibrant colours, we weren’t bowled over by works.

The Holburne Museum Clad With Textiles By Lubiana Himid

Having got a dose of culture, we went for lunch at Oak.  We had a very tasty lunch of vegetarian small plates.  These arrived at a relaxed and, for us, ideal pace – always a pleasant surprise in small plates-oriented restaurants where, too often, things seem to arrive with a timing to suit the chef not the customers.

My life back at home has been largely routine.  The weather hasn’t been very conducive to gardening and, while I have recommenced work in the field, there is still a lot to do to ready the vegetable patches for the new season and to plant some pot-bound trees I acquired a couple of years ago. 

The weather hasn’t stopped some good local walks.  Indeed, between the bouts of rain, we have had some lovely sunny days.

February Sun Over Local Fields

I’ve enjoyed the displays of snowdrops and the growing enthusiasm for the coming Spring being demonstrated by small birds singing their hearts out. 

I have also spotted some interesting fungi which seem to be thriving in the mild damp.  Just yesterday I saw a great pile of some sort of puff ball mushroom.

Crazy Mound Of Puff Balls Looking Like A Pile of Discarded New Potatoes

A little earlier this week I saw, for my first time, a myriad of small bright red fungi growing on felled tree trunks and branches and dotted through a few square yards of undergrowth.  These are Scarlet Elf Cap fungi.  A friend tells me that it is from these little red cups that the wood elves drink the dew to refresh themselves each morning; nice story and a lovely sight.

Scarlet Elf Cap Fungi

While I have taken myself off for leisurely walks or lounged around rather too much, Jane has been very busy organising an exhibition of local artists work as part of the village’s cultural festival (called Horsley Unwrapped).  Trying to tie down artists to various deadlines for facts about the work they want to display and any sale prices has been like ‘herding sheep’ at times, but the display boards have arrived and hanging of the work has started.  After the exhibition this coming weekend, Jane is suddenly going to have a lot of discretionary time available! 

On My Way To Get The Newspaper: Winter Sunrise

My only contribution to the festival so far has been supporting Jane with some of the collateral materials for her exhibition.  However, next week I am organising a Fun All-Comers Darts evening as part of the Festival.  Goodness knows how that will go – I haven’t played darts for a few decades!  I’ve bought some darts and am ready to go.  More on this next time perhaps….

Football Footnote: Forest Green Rovers, who I support through thick and thin, have just had their first league win since October 2023 following a run of 15 winless league games.  Incredibly there is a team worse than us in our Division (English Football League 2) and the win took us off the bottom.  This one win has turned hopelessness into absurd levels of hope that we can avoid a consecutive relegation this season.  But as someone on the FGR Fans Forum often says, ‘it’s the hope that kills you’.  Hope will either burgeon or turn to dust again this coming weekend as we play again the team we beat last October. My fingers are crossed….

Belfast Christmas

Christmas in Belfast started at a furious pace.  Youngest Son (YS) picked us up from George Best City Airport and whisked us off to an Asian small-plates restaurant in the centre of town called Yugo.  We had an early, swift and tasty dinner there before zooming off again to traditional Irish bar in the old docklands, The American Bar.  Here, we met up with YS’s future parents-in-law and had a catch-up chat while staying well out of the way of the regulars who seemed very proprietorial about their seats at the bar.

The Lagan At Christmas, Belfast

Then we crossed the road to the Dockers Club for a gig by George Houston who was an excellent warm up act for Joshua Burnside.  Both artists were amusing between the enlivening music and they both had songs with interesting lyrics. 

George Houston At The Dockers Club

It was a great venue; apparently the gig was sold out but it wasn’t too crowded.  The acoustics were great.  I could make out all the words of the songs as long as I didn’t stand behind the enthusiastic woman who thought she knew them all and thought we’d benefit from bellowing them out.  Plus, the Guiness was creamy and proper.  Seeing a gig in such a lively, functional venue was a real treat.

Joshua Burnside And Band

It was interesting to see YS and his fiancé bumping into several acquaintances and friends.  Belfast is small compared to London where meeting up at a gig would be unlikely unless planned in advance.  It is clear that YS’s partner has a huge network of friendships in Belfast through living in the city through her youth and, now, through her work as an osteopath and as a Pilates and yoga teacher.  It is great to see how settled – and successful – they have become in Belfast.

It was late by the time we got back to their house and Reggie, their one-year-old dog was suffering cabin fever and then overexcitement as we walked in.  Let’s just say he had an unsettled night of whining and moaning….  To be fair, he was very quiet on the other nights of our stay and he has settled down a lot since we last saw him in Spring.  He no longer chews the furniture and stairs – though his history of this remains evident – and he is a very gentle dog whose only anxiety seems to be worry that everyone in his ‘family’ are close by.  I’m looking forward to even more maturity by the next time we visit.

After that exciting first evening, the pace slowed and became very relaxing.  YS loves a bit of technology and he has a huge telly with surround-sound in one room and a (pretty awesome) projector in another.  That meant that while YS and I could watch football in one room, his partner and Jane could watch a stream of Christmas holiday movies in the other.  The latter included Bernard and the Genie which we all watched.  I hadn’t seen it since our sons were very young and was surprised that, amid the hilarity, some bits are amusingly inappropriate for the young. 

We played games.  YS won at HeckMeck as usual but Jane and I were dominant during my first exposure to Articulate!  We had a hoot with that!  I was less good at Jenga 😊

Ormeau’s Bread and Banjo Bakery – Excellent And The Best We Have Found In Belfast So Far

We ventured out to the independent shops in the local Ormeau area primarily to get some very good bread and bagels.  Then, for the first time, we visited Lisburn Road, which also has an attractive range of shops, and picked up sherry and some interesting wine. 

Maven – A Cool Home Decoration Shop In Lisburn Road

I dipped out of some of the perusal of shops to walk through pleasant but wintery Ormeau Park.  That enabled me to get exercise sufficient to enable conscience-free consumption later

Carved In A Tree Stump With A Chainsaw By Hazy In Ormeau Park

On Christmas Eve we had a lovely walk along the Lagan River and into the woods near the Stanmillis Sluice Gates. 

Stranmillis Sluice Gate On The River Lagan

On Christmas Day we strolled through the Botanical Gardens and past the Queens University Sports Hall.  There is a surprisingly large amount of interesting green space near to the dense but attractive residential housing of Ormeau – much needed with a dog as big and energetic as Reggie.

Belfast Botanic Gardens In Winter

On Boxing Day, the weather was excellent in the morning and YS insisted that we fulfil what is becoming a tradition when we visit him in Belfast: a sunrise walk on a beach.  Fortunately, its winter so the need to see the sunrise was less demanding on our sleep patterns than in the past. 

Just Before Sunrise – Helens Bay, Belfast

We went to Helen’s Bay and Crawfordsburn Country Park and it was empty and gorgeous. 

Helens Bay With Reggie At Full Pelt

Fortunately, especially early in our walk, there were few other dogwalkers. Reggie the dog is gradually becoming more manageable with other dogs but he is over-enthusiastic and provokes fuss and bother.  Amusingly, when he gets into a tangle with another dog, YS and his fiancé’s strategy is to run away as fast as possible – not to ignore the problem, but to lure Reggie away promptly.  It sort-of works and some other dog owners found it funny.

Finally, it being Christmas and all, we ate and drank well.  YS had bought a selection of excellent beers with strange names from Boundary Brewing

On the food front, a highlight, of course, was the Christmas dinner itself which included YS’s terrific pigs-in-blankets.  We also feasted on a huge selection of local cheese that had been provided by YS’s next door neighbours in gratitude for tolerance in the last 6 months while they built a very substantial extension on the back of their house.  (Hopefully, one day, YS and his fiancé will be able to build an extension too!).  Then, on our last night, YS’s fiancé made a delicious prawn and orzo dish that I will try out at home.

A Full Plate Of Christmas Dinner – Lucky Us!

It was a lovely Christmas.  Three years ago, Covid broke the mould of the succession of Christmas get-togethers with all of Jane’s family at our house.  Then, two years ago, we decamped to the Isle of Skye for a small family Christmas with those sons and partners without a baby.  Last year was a relatively small affair at our house with sons and partners that focused on First Grandchild as much as Christmas.  And now we have done Belfast Christmas. 

Chilled Out Belfast Christmas

Next year the plan is to host at our house all three sons and their wives, partners and fiancés plus what will be two grandchildren by then.  It’s only a plan but it is clear that the time for extended 15 to 20-strong family Christmas lunch has, passed for us and, now I have retired and have no work constraints, I can envisage that we may be even more innovative in Christmas location and composition in the future.  Long may that continue.  Lucky us. Happy New Year!

More Sun in Ghent

Following our day in Bruges, we had two full days in Ghent.  As in Bruges, we spent quite a bit of time just walking the streets.  However, there were churches, museums and galleries we wanted to see and, to facilitate that, we bought a pair of Ghent ‘CityCards’.  Despite the significant up-front cost, these proved good value and reduced the hassle around ticket buying and queuing.  Also, they encouraged us to venture into a couple of places that we might not have bothered with if an entrance fee had been required.

Ghent Waterways: (Quite) Early Morning

First though, we had to fortify ourselves with breakfast.  On our way to Bruges the previous day we had passed a café, STEK, that had looked promising and we made the first of what turned out to be two visits there.  The breakfast was excellent – rivalling the brunch we had had the previous day in Bruges – and again I was sold on the inclusion of peanut butter in my banana crumble.  I have been adding nut butter to my breakfasts at home ever since.

Lovely Belgian Breakfasts: Blackbird (Bruges) vs STEK (Ghent)

Our first gallery visit in Ghent was to the Municipal Museum of Contemporary Art Ghent (S.M.A.K.) to the south of the city.  This was only established in 1999 and, frankly, the collection betrayed that.  The gallery has some big rooms – all white as is usual for galleries of this type – but there wasn’t a huge amount on show.  I enjoyed the peace and quite of the place but we didn’t stay long.

In S.M.A.K.

We strolled over the road to the Museum of Fine Arts Ghent (MSK).  This holds a vastly more comprehensive collection than S.M.A.K.  It’s collection represented art across several centuries, a solid coverage of Belgian art and a diverse set of artists from Hieronymus Bosch (who I always find interesting) to Rubens, Rodin and Magritte. 

St Bavos Cathedral – A Painting By Belgian, Pierre Francois de Noter at MSK

I was initially impressed by the incredibly well-preserved colours in the medieval religious works, then flagged a bit through the portrait rooms, before reviving as I moved into the galleries of more modern art.  The gallery has been renovated recently and it was very comfortable, quiet and well laid out according to chronology but also thematically.

A More Modern Belgian Painting – ‘Skeleton Looking At Chinoiseries’ By James Ensor

Having had our culture infusion for the day, Jane and I strolled back in increasing sunshine towards the centre.  We popped into Saint Peter’s Abbey but were confused by the lack of things to see and took what turned out to be a wrong turn into the attractive, but unremarkable, adjacent gardens and vineyards.  It turned out that these were open to the general public and we were now locked out of the Abbey.  It was not the only time during our stay in Belgium that a combination of our lack of language skills and dubious signage confused our sight-seeing.

St Peter’s Abbey And Church, Ghent

We found our way back to the Abbey entrance but since there was no exhibition on, we moved swiftly next door to Our Lady of St Peter’s Church.  This was part of the original abbey complex which was one of the earliest settlements that ultimately became Ghent.  It dates back to the 12th century and was rebuilt in a Baroque style in the 17th century.  It was impressive inside and out.

Inside Our Lady Of St Peter’s Church

The sun was well out by now and we continued a relaxed walk along the Ghent waterways, past the new and radically modern-looking library to St Bavo’s Cathedral

Ghent City Library

As expected, the Cathedral was crowded with tourists most of whom were seeking a view of the famous Ghent Altarpiece which was completed in 1432 by the Van Eyck brothers. 

The altarpiece has survived clandestine sales of some of its parts, thievery, war and religious uprisings.  It has been restored in recent years – indeed, we saw part of this process during our visit to the Fine Arts Museum.  It is now largely back in St Bavos and is a huge tourist attraction, including a virtual reality tour (which I opted out of).

Inside St Bavos (With The Ghent Altarpiece To The Right)

While Jane sought out places to buy Belgian linen, I visited St Michael’s Church and St Nicholas’ Church.  In the latter, there was an ongoing service so I didn’t loiter. 

Our Hotel (1898 The Post) And St Nicholas Church From St Michael’s Bridge, Ghent (From a Similar Angle to The Painting By de Noter Above)

St Michael’s Church was rather lovely – probably my favourite of the churches in Ghent that I saw.  It is another very old church; it was started in 1440 but its tower was only completed in 1825.  Its internal brickwork was beautiful in the dappled sunshine coming into the nave past nearby trees and, although ornate in parts, it felt slightly less polished and more homely than some of the other churches we had seen.

Inside St Michael’s Church; Empty, Airy And Beautifully Sunlit

Whoa!  It had been a very full, long morning.  By now we were ready for something other than churches and galleries.  Food and Belgian beer beckoned.

I spotted that the brewery for the beer I had drunk on our first night in Ghent, DOK, was open for food as well as drinks.  It was at the northern end of the waterways surrounding the centre of the city and we set off in what was by now warm, continuous sun.  As we approached the brewery, we passed Bar Broei, a rough and ready looking bar that nonetheless sold good, homemade snacks and excellent beer.  We chilled out there very comfortably and with a very personable barman for a couple of hours.

Bar Broei – Rough And Ready But Just What We Needed After A Long Morning Sight-seeing

We resumed our walk to Dok Brewery and discovered that it was in an industrial area surrounded by a variety of street food outlets busy with, it seemed, mainly local residents.  This was perfect for us and we tucked into more beer and, of course, a beef burger. 

Dok Brewery: Vibrant Eating And Drinking Establishments

Such meat eating was becoming the norm.  So were the early nights back at the hotel, first in the bar and then our room.  We still had another day in Ghent to go.

Our Final Night Scene, Ghent

Sunny Belgium

Jane and I spent a few days in Belgium.  We had visited Antwerp several years ago and had been surprised at how much there had been to see and how interesting the city was.  We wanted to see a couple of different Belgian cities this time and to travel by train.  We booked the Eurostar to Brussels with an included ticket on to Ghent with the intention of also visiting Bruges.  Jane booked an impressive, centrally located hotel in a building with an interesting history; we were all set.

Ghent Post Office (Designed 1898) Now Shops And Our Hotel For A Few Days

The UK train workers dispute disrupted our journey to London and we decided to drive to Jane’s sister in Teddington, and impose on her our need for a lift to the Tube.  Fortunately, the Eurostar was on time, comfortable and smooth.  The onward journey to Ghent in a double level carriage was especially comfortable as we accidentally sat in the first-class upper deck and had great views of the Belgian countryside.  Taxis seemed absent at the station but the tram into the centre of town was easy to navigate and a bit of a novelty.

1898 The Post– A Moody Looking Hotel

We settled into our hotel room and then relaxed into Ghent’s late afternoon sunshine with a stroll around the northern bend of the River Leie and past the Castle of the Counts.  We ended up at a sunny, packed bar overlooking the river and indulged in our first taste of local Belgian beer. 

‘Gravensteen’ – Castle Of The Counts, Ghent

We also had our first taste of Belgian beef – I confess that I ate more beef in our three days in Belgium than I think I have in the last three years.  When in Belgium….. 

We made our way back to the hotel for an early night (very early given the UK-Belgium time difference) and resolved to make an early start for Bruges the following morning.

View From Outside Our Hotel Including St Michiels Kerk

The rail journey to Bruges was again easy and comfortable.  Once in the city, we just walked around in lovely October sunshine for a while, just taking in the gorgeous juxtaposition of medieval architecture and the river and canal network.  Of course, there were hordes of tourists many of which were participating in large guided tours led by guides with little flag poles; not my cup of tea!

Me And Other Tourists Capturing The Sights In The Centre Of Bruges

We shuffled out of the main flows of these tours into peaceful side streets and quiet corners.  Wherever we looked we saw pretty bridges, attractive buildings with the traditional stepped parapet walls, and an overall sense of cleanliness and history.

Starting To Get Away From The Bruges Crowd

We walked north to a vegan café, Blackbird, that Jane had discovered online, for a well-earned brunch.  We had what turned out to be my favourite breakfast or our brief Belgian holiday; an acai bowl laden with fruit, yogurt and peanut butter accompanied by a wonderful cup of coffee.  I’m a nut butter convert now!

The ‘Blackbird’ Cafe In Typical Bruges Buildings

We continued to wander along the canal paths past stunning buildings and back to the city centre.  On our way we popped into the Bourgogne des Flandres Brewery for a local brew, a quick rest and a view of boats going up and down the waterways.  Then we pressed on to visit the 800-year old Belfort (Belfry) to learn more about the city and get a elevated panorama.  

Belfort, Bruges

The belfry dominates the main square of the city and required a 366-stair climb to get to its top.  On the way up is a Treasury with its artifacts and a lot of information about the city and, especially, the way the bells in the tower were used to signal peace or danger. 

Near the top we could enter a floor where the belfry carillon with its 47 bells sits.  It was installed in 1748 and has been repeatedly extended and restored.  It is like a huge musical box with a large cylinder with pins that cause the bells to ring in a particular sequence that can also be set by a keyboard.  We were able to see it working although the chiming of the bells is best heard from outside. 

The Carillon, Belfort, Bruges

At the very top floor of the belfry, the views were predictably spectacular. 

From The Belfort, Bruges

We resumed our wander through Bruges’s streets while skirting the densest crowds and made our way to Saint Saviour’s Cathedral, also known as Sint-Salvatorskathedraal.  This is a beautiful, airy space with a huge nave, impressive tapestries and remarkably vibrant stained glass. 

Saint Saviour’s Cathedral, Bruges

As with several of the historic buildings we visited whilst in Belgium, there was a Treasury.  This one had several lovely pieces on show. 

The Saint Saviour’s Cathedral Treasury

By now we were beginning to think again about beer and food.  We walked back towards the north end of the city centre and found a delightful waterside bar (it was hard to know if the waterways were river or canal but here the water was flowing and not at all smelly).  The sky was cloudless and the temperature, view and atmosphere was so perfect that we settled down for a lengthy session of beer and more beef – a very nice steak and chips this time.

Bruges’s Waterways

Replete, we decided we had had a lovely but sufficient Bruges experience.  Our phone batteries were low – I’d forgotten to bring my remote charger and Google Maps is such a battery suck.  Jane had to start asking passers-by for directions (I would rather use the position of the sun than ask anyone the way!)  Finally, a circuitous route took us back to the station, the return journey to Ghent and another early night in our hotel there to prepare us for a couple of days of Ghent sight-seeing. 

Breaking the Routine – To Visit and Be Visited

After Jane’s Mother’s funeral early last month, we had visits from my Dad and my sister and then my Best Man (BM).  A quiet week followed before we headed off to Belfast to see Youngest Son (YS) and his partner.  I’ve written a lot about my retirement settling me into a new structure of daily routine but these visits were a nice break from that and forced changes to our settled pattern of everyday life – a beneficial shake up.

It had been quite a while since my Dad and sister had visited us.  Whilst there have been no structural changes to the house or garden since their last visit, the garden has matured.  The weather was largely fine and the garden was approaching its best in terms of colour and variety.  This, despite the loss of several small shrubs and many of the ornamental grasses during the cold and wet of late Winter and early Spring.

Garden Colour: Late May Irises

We ventured out on a few short local walks together while my Dad and sister were with us.  Unfortunately, the bluebells in the woods on the way into town were well past their best but there was enough to see and the strolls were pleasant and largely sunlit. 

We also had an excellent dinner at The Woolpack Inn in Slad near Stroud (thanks Dad!).  This pub was made famous by the poet, Laurie Lee and it’s a great venue to go to with visitors to Gloucestershire.  On one hand it looks like what people typically envisage an old rural pub to be (the toilets are still outside!) and the atmosphere is intimate and cosy.  On the other hand, it offers modern, excellent food, and smiling but unoppressive service.  In addition, I had a really well-kept pint of India Pale Ale.

Double Rainbow From Our Dinner Table Window At The Woolpack

Later in the week, the arrival of my BM, an old friend from university, was dominated by his exciting news that he is getting married.  We met his fiancé, a lovely Chinese woman, in 2020 just before the Covid lockdown.  After a lockdown apart, they are now together in Kenya and planning their wedding.  It’s a lovely story of late life (for him, anyway) romance and we enjoyed catching up with that and the other developments in BM’s life during good food and long walks.

Our trip to Belfast was long awaited.  YS and his partner bought a house there at the end of last year and we have been keen to visit it and them since then.  YS wanted to settle into the house – and get the spare bedroom renovated – before inviting us.  Then that invitation was postponed by YS and his partner taking on the responsibility for a large and lively puppy.  We finally arrived to meet ‘Reggie’!  He is a disruptive handful but they love him despite his chewing of the furniture and the digging up of the lawn. 

Reggie

The house is already great and has a lot of potential.  I liked the local area, Ormeau, very much; it is a much larger residential area than I remembered with several roads with pretty Victorian terraces and later rows of larger, well-built houses.  There are a smattering of attractive independent businesses on the main road and river walks and the Belfast Botanic Gardens and Ulster Museum are nearby. 

Inside The Belfast Botanic Gardens Palm House

We visited the Botanical Garden Palm House briefly but spent far longer in the Ulster Museum.  This has a very diverse set of exhibits and attractions set in an airy combination of old and new buildings.  Since YS moved to Belfast, I have focused more than before on articles and television programmes about Ireland but my understanding of its history remains thin; the museum provided a lot of reminders and filled in a lot of gaps. 

Inside The Ulster Museum With Porcelain Works By Frances Lambe And Nuala O’Donovan

As well as displays about Ulster and Northern Ireland history there was some beautiful craftmanship on show.  Overall, it is well worth a (free!) visit and I’m sure we will go again.

The weather in Belfast was noticeably cooler than back in England but it was mainly sunny and clear; perfect for walks along the coast to the east of Belfast and around the green enclaves of Belfast along the Lagan River – both with and without Reggie. 

Walking With Reggie in Belvoir Park Forest, Belfast
The Path On The South Side Of The Lagan Estuary
Lagan Meadows, Belfast

We were also able to leave Reggie so we could visit YS’s place of work in a renovated set of warehouses and factories in East Belfast.  His offices weren’t open but we were able to sample a beer (and a few games of Bananagrams – YS loves games!) in the Boundary Brewing Taproom next door.

YS’s Office And Building

YS’s partner’s business (Restore Osteopathy) is more centrally located in the Cathedral Quarter.  Here she practices not only osteopathy in a very attractive treatment room but also leads yoga and Pilates classes in two large, ideally suited rooms.  It’s a wonderful space for what she does.  Both YS and his partner have more than found their feet in Belfast.

YS’s Partner’s Yoga Spaces And Treatment Room

Belfast itself is very lively and seems to have so much potential if only the politics would calm down and business could invest with even more certainty.  It is a small city compared to London.  But, like Edinburgh (which is about 50% bigger) it is a capital city, has some impressive things to see and is attracting increasing numbers of young people setting up new businesses. 

Great coffee houses and interesting and enjoyable restaurants are popping up across the city.  On this trip we ate at EDŌ where we had a welcome chance to catch up with YS’s partner’s parents (thanks for dinner guys!) and Waterman House.  We breakfasted on trendy bread from an bakery (Bakari) apparently using Icelandic recipes.

Waterman House Restaurant With A Large Painting Of Belfast By Colin Davidson
Belfast Cathedral Quarter

Being visited and visiting others disrupts our well-worn micro-routines.  This is a good thing.  Having YS ask us whether we want a beer at 4.30pm instead of waiting till our traditional 6pm drinking time is a good challenge.  Not finding time to do the Quick Crossword at 5pm is actually ok for a day or two.  Having to scrabble around in the depths of a cupboard for our sugar bowl for a visitor that takes sugar in their coffee isn’t much trouble really.  Dealing with the issues of a new puppy is unsettling but helps to keep us on our toes.  Seeing new places and finding out about them is always interesting.  We should, and will, do more and I should avoid getting stuck in my ways.

Places to Go, Things to Do

Our three sons came from Edinburgh, Bristol and Belfast to stay with us to attend Jane’s Mum’s funeral and then my birthday brunch.  The funeral was very well attended and passed flawlessly, peacefully and movingly.  My birthday was low key but very enjoyable.  It was great to have all three sons in one place for the first time for a while, to hear them banter with each other, and to chat to.

Beautiful Funeral Flowers

Two of them asked, independently, what on earth I fills my time in retirement.  I’m not sure I was entirely candid about my occasional post-lunch snoozes or the rather excessive amount of time I spend looking at my mobile phone – though they are also fairly guilty of the latter so they would understand.  But what struck me once again as I tried to answer is how busy my life still seems to be. 

The routine of walking to the nearest town for the daily shopping and the newspaper, reading that newspaper and the weekly Economist magazine, preparing lunch and (50% of the time) dinner, all takes up hours of relatively relaxed time.  I spend up to a day a week in local climate action and other village activities and another half a day at the Stroud Foodbank.  I have recently inserted an hour or two of gardening into the routine (not enough, but it’s a start) partially at the cost of my frequent walks around the local countryside that usually constitute my main exercise.

Peak Bluebells And Wild Garlic

The early evenings comprise of the ‘Quick Crossword’ over a cup of tea and/or visits to the local pub.  Later, we watch streamed TV series (we tend to gravitate to dark European crime thrillers) and then its time for the BBC News, 15 minutes reading in bed and sleep. 

So, even in weeks without trips to Edinburgh or funerals to attend (and there have been two in the last month unfortunately), I feel pretty occupied.  How did I fit 10 hours a mid-week day on work?  It was interesting to hear Middle Son start to feel the same way now he has given up his job for a bit of downtime before a ‘gap-month’ travelling in Columbia.  He too seems to have found that available time just gets filled with activity.  In retirement, those activities are mainly non-urgent and discretionary; suits me!

Our trip to Edinburgh last month to see First Grandchild (FG) and his parents was as rewarding as usual.  FG is discovering the desire to exert control and is developing a temper, a willingness to do things but only at his pace and when he is ready, and a sense of humour.  Its lovely to see his development in the videos we are sent but even more so face to face.  Maybe I just lack the recall power but I think work got in the way of appreciating all of this in my own children at FG’s age.

The Splendid Roof Of The Scottish National Museum’s Main Hall

As usual, taking FG out to the National Museum of Scotland, to the Royal Botanic Garden and to the local playgrounds were highpoints during our Edinburgh trip.  It’s wonderful to see that everything through his eyes is so new and something to learn about. 

Royal Botanic Garden, Edinburgh: Rhododendrons Out In April!

However, there were many other treats amid the hospitality offered by Eldest Son and his wife and the fun of being with FG.  Jane and I walked to Leith where I bought her birthday present in advance and with her close guidance.  On the way back we stopped off at Spry, our favourite wine bar in the city. 

We also visited the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art to see an exhibition of Alberta Whittle’s work.  We had seen an exhibition by her in Bath a few months earlier which we had enjoyed.  However, although the exhibition in Edinburgh was much broader in ambition, neither of us enjoyed the individual works so much this time.

‘Taking A Leap Toward The Ancestors’ By Alberta Whittle (2022)

Our cultural immersion while in Edinburgh continued with a brief stop at the private The Scottish Gallery (mainly to see some pretty floral paintings by Angie Lewin) before exceeding all our daily steps targets by crossing the city again to visit the Dovecot Studios.  This was a real highlight.

Part of the Kaffe Fassett ‘Power Of Pattern’ Exhibition

Not only was there an excellent exhibition of textiles by and inspired by Kaffe Fassett called ‘The Power of Pattern’, but the tapestry studios themselves were fascinating.  I was only vaguely familiar with Kaffe Fassett but I loved a lot of the work on show here – mainly because of the vibrancy of the colour – and I learned a lot about his philosophy, way of working and his collaborations with others. 

Close-ups Of Quilted and Tapestry Works By Kaffe Fassett And Followers

The tapestry studios at Dovecote are restored and re-purposed swimming baths that were part of the now defunct infirmary.  The space is airy and dramatic.  The floor – what presumably was the bottom of the swimming pool – is an art space that is currently occupied by a series of looms of varying sizes and types.  Each contained part-finished tapestries that suggested the huge effort that has to go into each.  Upstairs, completed tapestries illustrating various techniques and styles are on display.  We really enjoyed the experience.

Dovecot Studios

To round out the cultural aspect of our Edinburgh trip, I also managed an hour or so in the Scottish National Portrait Gallery.  The entrance hall is stunning and I wanted to see that again.  Inside there was no special exhibition this time but the permanent displays – especially the modern section – were interesting enough.

The Scottish National Portrait Gallery Atrium

The Scottish National Portrait Gallery: Two Unusual, Medical Portraits (By Ken Currie)

Back home we have been enjoying an admittedly rather wet spring.  The wild garlic, bluebells and cow parsley adorn the lanes and the woods.  In the garden, the daffodils, the amelanchier and most of the tulips have been and gone but there are allium flower heads about to burst and green shoots everywhere.  In our lush and green field cum orchard, the cowslips and wild geraniums have proliferated and our eyes are peeled for orchids.

Exotic Garden Tulips And Perfect Apple Blossom

A recent visit to The Ethicurean with Middle Son and his partner for Sunday lunch included a wander around the gardens that provide many of the vegetable ingredients for the cooking.  The lunch itself was multi-course but much more than a tasting menu; it was really imaginative, tasty and filling, and delivered at a perfectly slow pace in the gorgeous surroundings of a converted Victorian greenhouse.  We’ll go again.

The Rather Wonderful The Ethicurean Restaurant

Since then, rather inspired by The Ethicurean’s gardens, I have made progress in clearing most of the vegetable patches, planting beetroot, chard, onions and potatoes and getting bean, courgette and squash seeds on the go. 

This year I have applied a method Jane used for some of her flower seeds to the germination of the beans seeds I recovered from my last two harvests.  Instead of popping them in composted seed trays, I put them between two sheets of wet kitchen roll and put the result in zip lock plastic bags.  I left the bags on the floor of our kitchen which has underfloor heating and, lo and behold, I had a 100% success rate for germination! 

My (Janes!) New Ziplock Plastic Bag Method Of Seed Germination

I have transferred the germinated beans to the small pots and now hope they will grow on with, unlike previous years, zero seed wastage.  Success in a busy retirement schedule is sweet!