Northern tours and detours

  

A cautionary tale to all men. Don’t forget the charging cable for you GPS unless you want a photographic tour and detour of wherever it is you might be trying to get to. Especially if she is French and especially if she loves taking photos as much as you do. The day may end up a lot longer than expected and you may end up talking to one too many cows. Still the photos were worth every moment of getting lost.

Cows of the north

'More lost tourists........ Quick look busy before they ask for directions"

Golden field 1

Serenity and piece. What a spot to get lost in

Castle

It's a castle, but it's not the one we are looking for

Your last hope

At least if we wash out to sea we will be ok

Golden field 2

Hang on, this looks familiar. Haven't we been here before?

Distance

Just the other side of that hill. That's were we need to be.... I think!

The better view

Wave at the helicopter. I bet he knows where we are

The beach

What is that over there? Is that the castle we are looking for?

Dunstanburgh castle

Dunstanburgh castle, you found it you smart little French thing

Dunstanburgh castle 2

WOW, just WOW

A place to stay

Maybe we should just see if we can sleep here

'More lost tourists........ Quick look busy before they ask for directions"Serenity and piece. What a spot to get lost inIt's a castle, but it's not the one we are looking forAt least if we wash out to sea we will be okHang on, this looks familiar. Haven't we been here before?Just the other side of that hill. That's were we need to be.... I think!Wave at the helicopter. I bet he knows where we areWhat is that over there? Is that the castle we are looking for?Dunstanburgh castle, you found it you smart little French thingWOW, just WOWMaybe we should just see if we can sleep here

 

The butterfly effect

  

There is a phenomenon referred to as the butterfly effect, the principle is simple enough. Think of it as every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Or maybe cause and effect, for anything to happen, a whole bunch of other things will have had to have happened beforehand.

The extent of this is rarely witnessed in every day life. We all go about our normal days not thinking for a moment about the choices that we made that got us here, or what actions of others may have had influence on the cheese sandwich I am about to eat. Such things as what if the baker had not turned up for work to prepare the bread, or if my alarm had not gone off to get me out of bed to get the bread.

Let’s be real here for a moment, think about this for too long and it is likely anyone will end up confused, not just a blonde like myself. But this was all brought to the forefront of my mind last weekend.

Let’s begin the story, Sunday morning of a bank holiday weekend. Picture layers. Layer 1: Girlfriend hungry to see new areas of England on front seat of car, Layer 2: camera, sandwiches and emergency M&M’s on back seat. Layer 3: suitcase, Wellington boots and umbrella for two in the boot and off we go.

 

Butterfly effect day 1 – The missing cable

As we got closer to the north of England, the annoying beep from my GPS was reminding me again that the charging cable was sat on the kitchen table. With navigation now reduced to the old fashioned way, that is asking HER to ask for directions, little did I know this would result in my own personal French tourist leading us to a train station, a second hand bookshop, a derelict castle, countless sheep, a nice farmer, a man walking his dog and a couple of Dutch tourists, before eventually finding ourselves on a beach  by Dunstanburgh castle in time for sunset and photos.

 


Butterfly effect day 2 – The missing shoe

Picture a night out, maybe a bunch of girls getting very drunk and one losing a shoe. Someone finds the shoe and places it on top of a red post box for safety. Now the next morning the shoe catches the eye of a travelling couple who in turn catches the eye of self professed Geordie war veteran who wonders why anyone is so interested in a shoe. This leads to a conversation  about a statue of Queen Victoria and why she was neither facing the town hall nor the church and in the process totally confusing a poor French girl with all sorts of new words and phrases usually reserved for the north.

 

All this got me thinking, what were the events that took place for the two of us to find each other. In this big wide world, with so many things going on in everyone’s lives, what are the chances that two people that are so right for each other meet up at all. It has to make you wonder a lot about fate. Good things will eventually happen to good people given enough time and enough patience.

 

The butterfly effect in all its beauty


Asterix and the Presidential Elections

  

Read any Asterix book and you will get the impression that all events in France are celebrated with a banquet, a meal, a coming together of friends to eat, drink and be merry. How many of us have wondered if this was just the comical writings of a fanciful duet highlighting a pseudo stereo-typical ideal of the French lifestyle?

Everyone wants to vote in France

However, it seems that René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo hit this particular view on French culture pretty much on the head.

As I was discussing plans for my first weekend in Provence, I was told not to make ANY plans for the Sunday. ‘I need to vote’ she tells me. ‘OK, well that’s 10 minutes sorted then, what about the rest of the day?‘ Says little old confused me. After it was explained over a coffee and stern look, I discovered that voting in France is more than just a democratic right. No it is almost a duty and it is not taken lightly by anyone.

And because of the popularity it shaped the entire day. Almost all the TV stations had live coverage, people passed each other on the street and checked each other was voting. Even in the bakery that morning, the lady serving said to us ‘n’oubliez pas de voter’ whilst handing our baguette over. All day with her freinds, everyone was talking about the candidates and what would happen if they did, or did not get into power.

 

Asterix, eat your heart out, but leave this for me

As early evening approached, we were together with some good friends talking about politics and the state of the world. My French is pretty poor so keeping up was both interesting and totally confusing. With cheese, wine, bread, and other extravagant food related items starting to appear I notice that the TV channel had a countdown timer on it. I assumed it was for the closing of the polling stations. I was wrong, very wrong!

As 8 o’clock grew closer I noticed people were starting to move onto the edge of their seats. The pace and volume of the conversations in the room was heating up. Even the rather over stylised television coverage, mostly hosted by young blonde women in low cut tops, was becoming harder to ignore with music rapidly increasing in pace and amplitude.

This wasn’t the timer for the closing of the stations at all, this was a timer for the results! No waiting until morning to see who got 1st, 2nd or 3rd like in the UK. This was almost German style efficiency, and no sign of a French man on strike anywhere. As the timer got down to the last 10 seconds silence fell, all I could hear was the racing heartbeats of an entire nation. Then a sudden intake of breath, no one moved………….. The result…………. and then back to full steam debate about what this all meant, and of course eating and drinking.

Now all the parts of the puzzle made sense. This is a day for more than just an election. The gauls were voting a new leader for the village and the feast was part of the tradition. Take note of Asterix and Obelix. They can teach you more than you might think about the French!

 

The first weekend at my chez moi

  

It started with what seemed like a good idea at the time ‘Come over for the weekend, stay at mine’ harmless words, what could go wrong.

In a normal relationship with a girl within driving distance, it is normal to be seeing each others houses in small doses. A living room here and there, a kitchen for an hour and so on. But in a long distance relationship it all changes. Suddenly there was a girl that had never stepped foot in my home before that was going to be spending a long weekend and have time to see every detail, every crack, and every unpainted skirting board.

Then I remembered an old advert from the 80’s with the tag line…….  ‘You never get a second chance to make a first impression’ GULP!

So what do you do when you suddenly start to notice all the little things in your house that might not give such a good impression???? BLONDE PANIC!!!!

Thats the cheese sorted, now for the cake

After the initial panic settled down and I started to think rationally, and repainting the whole house not really being an option, my thoughts turned to coming up with a plan. Part of that plan was going to involve food. Desert was sorted. My cooking skills may be average, but I make a cheesecake from another dimension. Based around a childhood memory of my Nan’s cheesecakes, and a lot of mistakes in the kitchen perfecting it.

Meanwhile, a blog I had been following for a while The Urban Potato Eater was talking about romantic food and even ideas for dates. The blog follows the experiences of a trainee chef and had given me some great ideas. Things were starting to take shape at last.

 

 

Now I had my plan. The house was OK but in no way perfect, so all I had to do was keep her distracted with an old photo album or two, some good music, great conversation and food.

With everything in place there was one thing I was not taking into consideration, well three things if I am honest: My pets. You see. you can explain to friends and family that you are having a romantic weekend, but pets……. The jealous dog, it seems, was the least of my problems though. Even if he was watching us every time we got close to each other. But the cats…. oh no the cats……

Are those new toes in the house?

What I had forgotten to mention the night before is that I have a cat that likes toes, especially toes that escape the bed clothes early in the morning. 5am and out of nowhere, an exploratory single claw attached itself  onto the new and interesting big toe of the French foot, she hit the roof with a YELP!!!!. Good morning dear! just didn’t seem fitting. Of course the same thing happened the next morning too.

There really is very little you can do about pets. I guess the good part about the distractions from pets was that my tired house guest was a lot more interested in them, than any cobwebs in dark corners I may have missed. And maybe next time she will learn to sleep with her feet under the covers. But I doubt it.