Showing posts with label England. Show all posts
Showing posts with label England. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 April 2014

The royal way

I'm thinking of changing careers and becoming a royal.

Now, I know what you're thinking:  I'm just saying that because of the hype generated by having Prince William and Kate in the country.  Not so.  I've been contemplating it for some time.  

The move would be slightly at odds with my views that Australia should become a republic, but I'm prepared to live with this philosophical dilemma.

Britain's House of Windsor isn't my first pick either.   I'm thinking of somewhere a bit more fun, like the Netherlands, Sweden or Denmark (would two Australian Danish royals be too much?).

And I'm not walking in the role blindly.  Like any good job hunt, I've done a list of pros and cons: 

Pros
1.  Instant property portfolio (hop on the property ladder at the very top)



2.  Job for life (a rare thing these days)


3.  Job comes with accommodation and other fringe benefits (I may never have to pay for anything ever again)


4.  Buildings, bridges, boats and other things are named after you (a great boost to the ego)



5.  You don't have to actually run the country any more (constitutional monarchies are a wonderful idea!)


6.   I'm assuming you're invited to Eurovision every year

7.  You've got good looking security



Cons
1.  The world is constantly watching (so no more wandering around in my bathrobe?)

2.  You get a lot of crap gifts you'll never use, including dodgy portraits of yourself (I've got a mirror!)



3.  You have to mingle with the masses and sometimes even touch them


4.  Every minute of your day seems planned (when's "me time" kick in?)

5.  It appears you have to go to church a lot 

6.  You have to have kids (who will probably overthrow you)

7.  There's always a risk of revolution




Wednesday, 13 November 2013

A Christmas wishlist

As decorations start to proliferate across my lounge room and everywhere else, it really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

Well, an Australian Christmas at least.

I'm sure my northern hemisphere friends would scoff at the notion that blazing heat, blinding sun and scorched earth could in any way be remotely connected to Christmas.

While most carols laud snow flakes, trees blanketed in white, and lights twinkling through winter mist, not too many celebrate Aussie Christmas traditions of sweating it out over lunch, jumping in the pool or firing up the air conditioning.

I'd like to wake up to a Christmas morning with snow outside
Just like Bing Crosby, I often dream of a white Christmas (or at least a cool one) and hope to one day spend 25 December in a place that might warrant putting on a jumper.

Should Santa be interested, here's just six places I would love to wake up Christmas morning.

1.  Any Canadian ski resort

I've been to a few Canadian ski resorts in January when the Christmas lights are still up.  If you try really hard you can almost fool yourself into thinking it is Christmas time once more.  The problem is Aussies playing cricket in the snow to celebrate Australia Day on 26 January can ruin this illusion.  But with guaranteed snow and the promise of spending Christmas Day gliding down a slope, what's not to love about the idea of Christmas at a Canadian ski resort.   I don't really care which one, just as long as it snows.

Christmas lights twinkle in the snow

2.  Burton-on-the-Water, England

Each year, this pretty little Cotswolds village puts a giant Christmas tree in the middle of the river that flows through the town's main square.   Apparently sometimes it even snows.

Here my Christmas would entail getting up late on Christmas morning and having a roast lunch in the town's pub, maybe with some mulled wine by the fire!


Burton-on-the-water in Autumn


3.  Paris, France

The City of Lights seems to pretty much dazzle throughout the year, so it would be interesting to see the show it puts on for Christmas.  Surely it's the best place in the world if you're looking for festive food and wine?





4.  Tallinn, Estonia

Tallinn's old town looks like it's been plucked from a fairytale, but I can imagine this is turned up a notch at Christmas time.  Each year, the main square is transformed into a Christmas market with a Christmas tree, handicrafts, snow sculptures, food and drink.   Even when I was there in autumn they were already roasting chestnuts on an open fire.

Tallinn cathedral

Insert Christmas into Tallinn's main square


5.   Heidelberg, Germany

It seems many of our Christmas traditions come from Germany anyway, so I'm sure it would be magical to spend the festive season here.   And what better place in Germany than Heidelberg with it's pretty and lively old town?   After a hearty Christmas Eve feast you could keep an eye out for St Nick in the sky as you stroll along the old bridge across the Neckar River.


Heidelberg in Autumn


6.  New York, America

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I haven't spent Christmas in New York.  Thanks to a solid diet of TV specials and movies set in the city I feel like I have already have - possibly with Ally McBeal or Macaulay Culkin in tow.  While there's always the danger that the real thing may not live up to expectations, I'm keen to check out New York at Christmas time... maybe with a cover of snow on Central Park?





Where in the world would you like to spend a Christmas?

Sunday, 5 May 2013

The Basil Fawlty School of B&Bs

Shags in the bathroom and walls that slant,
A full English breakfast with hosts who rant,
Mismatched manchester and creaky bed springs,
These are a few of my favourite things...

...about B&Bs.

Before visiting Europe, B&Bs were a bit of a mystery to me.

Sure they exist in Australia, but they tend to be the "boutique" and premium kind where a single night costs several hundred dollars.   To me it always seemed like an awful lot of money to essentially stay in someone's house.

But the commonplace B&B found in towns and cities across the UK and Ireland changed my thinking forever.

B&Bs scream UK and Ireland roadtrip!
They're often a little rough around the edges and you may get the distinct impression you're in a modern remake of TV's Fawlty Towers,  but for me they're one of the fun and memorable things about a road trip through the UK and Ireland.

Just finding one for the night can be an adventure;  arriving in town in the late afternoon you fan out in search of one that is a) available and b) looks half-decent.   Needless to say, any B&B with a nice-looking door and flower pot in bloom out front will most likely have no vacancies as this seems to be the universal method used by travellers for judging a property.

Is a B&B with a flower box better than one without?
The process can be hit and miss at times, as the initial impression of a B&B can be deceptive.   But on the whole, you're unlikely to find a quirkier, more convenient and more economical stay.

Here's my top five Fawlty Towers moments from UK and Irish B&Bs:

1.  Carmel of Kilrush
Carmel represents the quintessential quirky B&B owner.   Downstairs, Carmel's husband ran the bar in Kilrush's high street, but the rooms upstairs were Carmel's domain.  On checking in she didn't waste time cracking a smile or dishing out pleasantries, she went straight to the rules.   And there was one rule which stood above all others: don't eat in the room.    She repeated this to us a few times as she showed us to our room.    Naturally, we did have Chinese takeaway in the room that night, and half-jokingly suspected she was watching us on hidden cameras, cursing our names.   So concerned about her extraordinary powers to smell out the forbidden food, we tip-toed across the road in the middle of the night to dispose of the evidence.


2.  Shags in the shower
Not shags of the hanky panky kind thank you.  After all, everyone in the building would hear you.   Here the best shag you can hope for is the shag pile in the bathroom.  Along with mystifying hot water  taps which can take a while to master, carpet in the bathroom seems to common in B&B bathrooms.   It's a concept Australians aren't quite used to, but on a chilly European morning, stepping out onto a mission brown or avocado green shag carpet just feels right.
Welsh roadtrip!

3.  Slanty shanties
In one B&B we stayed at, the cupboard door never stayed shut and it was really easy to walk to the bathroom.   This was because the wooden floor had warped and slanted as the beautiful old stone building had aged and settled.   You can look at it two ways depending on whether you're a "glass half full or glass half empty kind of person": it's down hill to the bathroom, but an uphill climb back to bed afterwards.
A B&B room with a view in Chester, England

4.  Big breakfasts, little space
Stuffed animals, flying ducks on the walls, and an armada of miniature ships in bottles.    Welcome to the B&B's breakfast room.   One of the true delights of the B&B is the full English (or Irish) breakfast.  The morning meal which keeps you going well past lunch.   But sometimes squeezing into your seat or moving to the cereal bar amid the owner's kitschy paraphernalia is a challenge in itself.   It's usually during breakfast that you really get to know your hosts.   You hear the local gossip, complaints about the weather and economy, and warnings about the state of the roads you're about to travel on.


5.  Room finder GPS
Few B&Bs seem to have been built for the job.  Instead, they're old period properties which have been renovated for their new purpose.   While they are still a home for the host family, they have dedicated spaces for their guests so you never feel like intruding.   But the renovations also result "unusual" layouts which sees rooms in the attic, a labyrinth of corridors and stairs, and unconventional room configurations.  You'll never see a more complicated fire escape route plan stuck on the back of a room door.



B&Bs with a view at Portree on Isle of Skye, Scotland