Set off today for short trip outside London. Riverside town of Richmond was so adorable. Neat shops, green grass, pretty river (Thames) and nice walks.
Here’s a bit of Richmond.
Walked bit along river to OLD Ham House dating back to 1600’s. Ham house is in Ham village. House with original design and furnishings was amazing. So elaborate. Ran into PHD history student from NOLA there. He’s also alone. Both glad to have partner for evening. Chatted of old religion and furniture over pints back in town. ( hence any spelling issues)
Pics of Ham House. I couldn’t stop oohing and ahhing. The national trust has volunteers in every room. Very impressive.
In one of the closets with all the miniatures neatly hung…there was this very old painting of Elizabeth I.
Did little shopping too. Sweet feminine dress.
Also decided I will name my first boy Barnaby. Adorable, right?
Holy travel Gods….woke up on my own free will at 7 am. No mom guilting me for sleeping the day away or cold diet coke or buttery grits being waved by my face. I’m that excited. Today I have one VERY touristy stop to make then taking the train out to a cute little community.
I packed plenty of cute sundresses, though I’m actually wearing the same outfit over and over. Tights, tank and open button up. Yep, I knew this would happen. No one knows me here. What do I care?
Amazing day today. I went to Hampton Court to visit the man we all love to hate. Henry 8th. I’d never been before. The gardens were the prettiest I’ve
EVER seen. Despite the rain, I loved every minute in the river community.
Everything was relaxed and low key. I spent the evening with a tour guide I met on the bus who plays a confederate war doctor in American civil war reenactments here in England. Fascinating.
Lunch at cute French style casual London chain
I love quiet time, but if I don’t find ways to entertain myself on the flight I start to slowly lose my mind. I twitch, itch and drive the person sitting next to me as crazy as I am. So, along with my head pillow, I have one book and two movies for the flight there. I’m pretty pumped.
The book is really good so far, and not my typical read. It’s called the Red Book written by Deborah Copaken Kogan. It just came out this month. Here’s my very rough description. Four women with very different backgrounds are preparing for their 20 or 25 year reunion at Harvard. They were all roommates there. Many of them have only been in touch through this book called “the red book” where they update their lives every five years. It’s a real book mailed to them. It’s about how we put the good things out there for the world to see, gloss over the bad, sad, unfortunate and tragic. I like the characters. They are smart women.
I think this is going to be a good one. It did really well at Cannes. I rented it before I read a lot about it. I think it might be a little bit adult. Which is fine, I guess, I am over 18, but jeez can I handle all that on the plane?
A little action. Again I know nothing of it, other than the fact it’s set in Europe and there is a lot of shooting. Both things I like in a movie.
I’m a terrible packer in the best situation. I get overwhelmed with thoughts of what I want to wear while in my destination. All the while knowing I’m going to want to wear the most comfortable thing everyday on the trip. With no one going with me this time, I’ll be even more tempted to slum it in the same outfit. I’ll look good, but good in the same dress. The only people who will know will be the hotel staff or anyone too close to me on the bus, I’m joking!! I’m bringing perfume. Still, tonight has been rough. I’m pooped. You see I had a packing wrench thrown in on me at the last-minute.
One of my closets :: the big one that holds all my dresses :: crashed the other day. We’re talking a lot of clothes. This fix is beyond my fixing capabilities and my landlords are on a vacation of their own. So, I sifted through this intimidating heap of clothes, finding all but one of the items I want to take with me. I think the pile swallowed my pleated black skirt I had my heart set on wearing to dinner one night.
My big concern now is that my landlord will be coming to fix my closet while I’m gone :: meaning I can’t leave my apartment a ransacked hell hole like I normally do when I pack for a trip.
Still, I think I’m pretty much packed and ready to go, all but my makeup I left at the office. Eeeek on my to do list for the morning. What I don’t look forward to is my suitcase sitting in my doorway for an entire two weeks after I return, but hey, I don’t have to think about that yet. For the third night in a row I get to sleep in my guest room :: I like to pretend I’m in someone’s house visiting :: until I wake up and no one is cooking me grits and bacon.
This room gets the best light
I leave tomorrow for my trip to England. Sorry I keep writing about it, but hey, it’s my life and it’s what I have going on. In keeping theme my Fantastic Music Friday post features my all time favorite band THE CURE from Crawley in the South.
I know we all have memories of The Cure. Well, I guess my older friends would. I was 12 when I first heard them.
My first taste was Wild Mood Swings which came out that year. Mom and Dad bought a used copy for me from Bebop Music by Edgewater Mall in Biloxi. I thought it was such a cool place. It was right on the water and all the music posters made me feel kinda edgy. You know what I mean. Kind of the same way it felt to wear a ying yang necklace. Or am I the only one?
I eventually figured out the songs were quite different from theirs from the 80’s and early 90’s. Still, I couldn’t get enough of them. I became obsessed with Robert Smith. Maybe it was all a joke, but there was something to it. I had a huge poster on my bedroom door. It was full color so his makeup was very harsh. My poor mom just didn’t get it. She still rolls her eyes a bit. He’s just hot hot hot (listen), yes, a reference to the song I use to always request from our top 40 station on the MS coast. I can’t believe they played it. It was just unlike anything I had ever heard or could find. I looked and looked and now am still mostly pulled to music with an electric feel with synthesizers. I’ll be 80 dancing around and snapping. Those who have seen me dance know exactly what I’m talking about.
I love all cure records. I could post links to so many, but instead, I’m going to assume you’ve heard them, but that most of my friends never gave this record much of a chance. Here’s your opportunity.
The Cure :: Mint Car :: listen
I recorded this song on a tape from the radio. I heard this one and I thought this is exactly how I feel about life! I mean, come on, the first line is, “The sun is up I’m so happy I could scream. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.” It might as well be called the happy song. This version is a cute little live version. Nice to watch Robert.
The Cure :: Strange Attraction :: listen
I still know every word in this song. I love it. I can’t listen to it without getting all dramatic and pretending like I’m acting out a play. You’ll see. It tells a very clear story of lost love.
The Cure :: Numb off of Wild Mood Swings :: listen
Numb is about addiction. It’s sad. It’s strong. I was so young to feel all the things it made me feel.
The Cure :: The 13th :: listen
The 13th is such a playful little tune. It’s a dancer. We are now transported to South America. We are sipping cold drinks and dancing. You hear it? I can only find a live version on youtube, but it is something amazing, especially for this time of year. Don’t you just love the horns! A great climax, too.
A friend I’ve never actually met, other than on facebook and twitter, sent me a list of fantastic things to do in London. I leave Saturday and really haven’t properly made plans yet. Not that I’m much of a travel planner, but I would like to spend my time doing and not researching. I did a lot of the touristy things when I as there last time. It’s amazing how well people can get to know you just through the web. This list includes all his favorite markets, places for music, good walks and quiet spots that I will no doubt love. Thank you!!
I’ve been working a new job for eight months now. It has been full of just about all highs, but truth told, I need a mental break. I still plan to think and absorb colors, smells, ideas, but not think about the time, what my story will be for 10 pm, if I know how to pronounce every word for the hour long show I anchor, if my outfit will look good on tv or if my hair is working (it rarely is).
Instead, my biggest decision will be where to eat and if I want coffee and dessert. Just what dreams are made of in this life I live!
Here’s the kicker. This will be the first time I’m traveling alone. There is a bit of a back story to this that makes me feel a bit like Bridget Jones, so it’s worth a little tale. England wouldn’t have been my first pick on where to go this year. I’ve been to England and want to see some other places, you know, in case I’m tragically taken from this earth too early. I don’t want to get jipped. But….an old boyfriend, who I met on a previous travel, moved there recently. I thought…hum…I’ve always wanted to go back, the last time there I was 17, and there is no easier/cheaper way than to have a place to stay for free, plus he’s only living there temporarily. He was in a new city and thrilled to have a friend to show around. Until…two months ago he got a girlfriend. This is a guy who is terrible with women so I didn’t even plan for this. He didn’t remove me from the situation :: I removed myself :: awkward!! So, now I’m going to England alone!! I’m not worried about him; he’s stuck with me as a friend FOREVER. Anyhow, I’ll see him for dinner, instead I have the chance to do everything I want to do on a trip and truly have a personal/inspiring experience.
I’ll be in London most of the time, but I am going to Bath for one day. Shame, this is the part of the trip I’m most excited about. You see when I was there at 17, I fell in love with the feel. It felt so light and alive to my never outside the south self. I remember standing outside the flower drenched hotel telling myself, “one day you will come back to this beautifully romantic place with your husband.” HA HA!! Not that I necessarily wanted a husband, but I guess I thought that’s just what would have to happen by the time I came back. hum….cute/naive/lovable little 17 year old Lindsey.
By the way, rockin passport protector, Linds
if you could only see my birkenstocks
For this trip in a week, I found an adorable hotel in Bath. It’s called The Brindley’s. It looks to be so neat and relaxing.
Last night I tweeted the owner of a vintage clothing store in Bath who gave me some great restaurant recommendations. I think I’ve picked my dinner spot. The others will be great for lunch on either day. Tweeting/facebooking people who more than likely have similar taste to you really works. I know if someone asked me I would be thrilled to fill them in about the places I love.
Here they are…..
I’ll eat lunch here one of my two mornings. The look is very light and comfy in an old Georgian building. I love the look of the bar and snug. I’ll definitely stop by.
The Circus Restaurant, This will be my dinner pick. It’s the favorite of my recommender.
This restaurant seems to have that homey feel I love and the food doesn’t seem to be pretentious, but instead based on fresh ingredients and taste. The location sounds like a great place. Love the color choice. Mix between gray and green. Perfect with the stone found all over the city.
Le Beaujolais, Casual French
Two thumbs up. And not on the side of the road hitching a ride, because last weekend I had the EASIEST ride from Memphis to Nashville possible. Well, having my own personal driver would be easier, but…..
Megabus is in cities across the country, and I finally decided to give them a try.
You see. I hate driving long distances, which to me is anything more than an hour. It’s not that I’m lazy or incapable, instead I get very snoozy. To the point that I get very anxious knowing how easy it is to just doze off a bit. (yes I nap like an old woman) When I was at Ole Miss driving 6 hours home to Long Beach, I had no trouble. It has only been the last 3 years that my apparent narcolepsy has hit me. Raycom Media, if you are reading, I really don’t have narcalepsy. Man, I need to watch my writing before it gets me grounded.
So here is the info on Megabus. It’s a big, clean double-decker bus. It has wifi and electrical plugs for your gadgets.
For my round trip I paid $20. Yes, it would have cost me more to fill my jeep up for the trip. The people on the bus were mostly young people using it to go back and forth to college. SMART!! I’ve heard nightmares about riding greyhound, but this was a much happier experience and cheaper. Don’t tell too many people. Seriously.
We did have a mandatory 30 minute stop at a truck stop on both the to and from trip, which could irritate some people. I thought it felt like an adventure. I did my makeup in the bathroom and drank lots of trucker coffee. You could have also had your choice of Subway or McDonald’s. Cool, right. Even with this stop, the trip took four hours. When I drive it myself I get there in about three hours and twenty minutes. win win
Where you live depends on where the bus goes. The cost also depends on the time of your ride and when you book it. It only stops in larger cities. My next Megabus trip will be to St. Louis. Join me, though only if I can nap on your shoulder.
Disclaimer :: my trip was fantastic, but if yours, your friend’s, your child’s or someone you know had a poor ride, I’m sorry. My idea of “worth it” might not be the same as yours. I’ve been known to rough it for travel.
A while back I borrowed the British tv series Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy from my friend’s grandfather. I like it for the British 70’s styling, but the pace is always a little too slow for me on late nights when I choose movie over reading. Espionage is my favorite subject any way you tell it.
Though, there is something about the main character, George Smiley, that I think is just charming. It’s the man who played him. Alec Guiness. I just want to hug his scarf wrapped neck.
I was eager to see who the new version of the story chose to cast as my favorite ex-Circus leader. Gary Oldman did a fantastic job even though he didn’t have the big cheeks I loved in the British version.
My favorite George Smiley is below. Such a sweet old man. I thought the movie was excellent. The novel is difficult to follow, so I applaud the director’s ability to tell a tough story through flashbacks that often didn’t make sense during the tv series.