Trampoline Queens

There are loads of cheap sports classes on at the Stirling university sports centre if you're a member- including free trampolining classes. There were only 3 people signed up for the class initially so I drummed up some support from the nursing & midwifery department making 6 of us so that the course wouldn't be cancelled. (I'd initially signed up for free squash lessons but was the ONLY one interested so they cancelled it!). Usually there were only a maximum of 4 of us who turned up to any one class menaing we each got a good 10-15 minutes each on the trampoline. It's a lot harder work than it looks!

We learnt some of the basic moves and struggled with the more complicated ones which the coach made look easy. If I want to continue in January I'm going to have to sign up as a full fee -paying member of the community and make sure I work in Stirling on Friday!

These photos made me laugh a lot- I hope you enjoy them too!

What style! Doing some warm up jumps - whee!

Me mid straddle jump.

Ann doing the straddle jump - nice one!

Bernie jumping in her own distinctive style!

Levitation! Me practising a back drop on a nice padded mat.

Looks like static - Ann landing.

Bernie's magnificent back drop - looking like some weird head balance!

Diane practising a front drop -ouch! It's really hard to keep your body rigid and avoid smacking your face off the trampoline or breaking your thumbs!

Pike jump (bring your legs out straight in front and touch your toes while in the air) to a half turn.

Winter Snow & New Commute

Winter is here & new job at Edinburgh Uni - Nov/Dec 08

November was a very busy month at work, so not much blogging from me! I always knew that come November 08 my contract would switch from Stirling Uni to Edinburgh Uni for the final year of the project I work on but it came around faster than expected! I have mixed feelings about the move since I’ll no longer have easy access to the great sports facilities at Stirling uni - if I want to remain a member it costs a lot more as a member of the public - and also have a 1 hour train commute to work instead of a nice short bike ride! On the plus side, Edinburgh is a more prestigious uni - so good for the CV! - and the department has more variety of people in it being a social and political science department rather than a nursing department.

Late November snow- first this winter. footpath by River Forth opposite our house.

Snow on Dumyat Hill

When I started I had a desk but no PC or phone so had to borrow an office for a week or so – as we were behind with the previous stage of the project I had to get my head down and get on with the project report straight away – we already had an extension on the deadline. We had barely started analysing the data so it wasn’t exactly a stress-free start to the job!

Dark winter morning at Stirling station - off to Edinburgh to my new job

Winter funfair in Princes Street gardens, Edinburgh

Advocate's Close- the fastest way up the hill from Waverley Station to the Royal Mile!

I’m based in a refurbished building near the Meadows, a large park, and share a nice sunny office with views across the hills and nearby buildings including the old Royal infirmary – my room mates are an Australian and a Russian research fellow who both seem very friendly and willing to share their coffee (always a nice bonus)!

The uni is right on the city near cafes and shops - totally unlike Stirling uni which is a beautiful green campus but a bit isolated from shops etc. I like the buzz of the city and did a wee bit of exploring one lunchtime and spotted a few independent cafés I’m going to try. I suppose the down side is that I’ll be tempted to spend money in the shops – lots of funky clothing and shoe shops!

My new office building- the Chrystal Macmillan Building near the Meadows, Edinburgh

George Square, Edinburgh where my new office is - this is the more scenic view of the square garden and old townhouses

It was also my birthday and Michael and I tried a Thai restaurant in Stirling – the ‘Wilawan’ - that someone recommended – it was very busy and the food was pretty good. 10 days later is Kate’s birthday so I babysat for her and stayed over at her house so she could go out for her birthday. She and the boys had flu/ a virus which Michael and I then caught – it lasted for 4 weeks mutating from a sore throat to voice loss and a full on cold - yuk! My dad still hasn’t recovered from it, neither has Sarah and it has taken me almost 2 weeks off over the hols to feel human again!

My new office - just refurbished along with the rest of the building and shared with Jen from Australia and Ekatarina from Russia

Great views from one of my office windows looking over the old infirmary and a new block of fancy flats with a Starbucks, deli and Sainsbury's underneath - handy!

Autumn in Scotland

Mine woods bike ride, early Nov 08
We had a lovely autumn with amazing colours on the trees as you can see in the photo below taken in the woods between Bridge of Allan and Dunblane.

Mind woods bike ride - lovely colours on beech trees.


Me by the Allan Water river in Mine Woods

Perth and beyond
We had a drive up through Perth and Blairgowrie one weekend exploring since Michael had a job interview up that way and we wanted to check out where the office was. We found the oddly named village of Stanley where the intevriew would be- a small somewhat depressing village north of Perth then went on up through the lovely back roads towards Dunkeld where we sat in the car and had our lunch since it was wet. On the way we saw 2 red squirrels feeding on beech nuts- one ran in front on the car but we were going slowly so stopped to watch it. They are quite a lot smaller than grey squirrels and apparently that is one of the reasons they are making a come back in places- pine martens prey on squirrels but the fatter, heavier greys can't escape to the ends of thin branches where pine martens cannot follow in the way that the lighter reds can. We also saw a large flock of red-legged partridge feeding in a field which then took fright and flew over our car.

We had a brief drive around Blairgowrie (close to Glen Shee ski area and known for its raspberries) which used to be known for having the highest rate of crime per head in Scotland (largely because of vandalism and anti-social behaviour by a particular group of residents) - it wasn't the most attractive or uplifting place so we moved on. On our way back south on the A93 we passed the enormous beech hedge - the tallest in the world. It's called the The Meikleour Beech Hedge, and is 600 m long and 30 m high - it was in spectacular bronze autumn colour.

Hallowe'en Party

A friend, Roser, from near Barcelona offered to host another party in her flat in Bridge of Allan 2-3 miles from Stirling. I spent ages carving a pumpkin to take with me- I'd wanted a turnip which is more traditional than the US pumpkin but couldn't find a big enough one anywhere- only to find that Roser had about 5 or 6 already!

Sonia in lovely stripy socks and Sergi (Danger Mouse)

Having just been on a trip home to spain, Roser had brought back lots of lovely food with her including some traditional Catalan cakes, vatious cured meats (which I didn't eat of course) and delicious Manchego cheese which I love!

Roser (devil), Tom (Austin Powers), Sonia (witch) in kitchen

There must've been about 25 people there at its busiest and almost everyone came in costume- those that didn't were taken to the bedroom for a make-over involving lots of face paint! We started in a very civilised manner which eventually deteriorated into party games both inside and outside in the communal back garden around 3am - a sort of egg and spoon race. I can imagine the neighbours weren't too impressed with us clomping up and down the stairwell and shrieking out in the garden.

Axe man and Super Mario

Disco dancing - yes it's me!

Loo roll mummies - seasonal party game!

Aviemore Again

Guislich Farm, Aviemore, 7-9 October 2008

We arrived at the cottage in heavy rain after a 2.5 hour drive. As we had climbed up a steep section of the A9 in torrential rain we were amazed to see a man on a bike cycling ahead of us- not just any bike but a PENNY FARTHING! The next day we spotted his bike outside a café in Aviemore so he made it despite the crappy weather. I Googled him and I think this is him, doing a charity ride from Lands End to John O'Groats for Macmillan Cancer Support: http://www.coventrytelegraph.net/news/coventry-news/2008/09/22/binley-man-starts-mammoth-ride-on-penny-farthing-92746-21871075/
I hadn’t realised that those bikes have no brakes!

The last time I was here was in June when the weather was glorious. As we bumped up the wet, muddy, pot-holed track, we heard the underside of the car scraping on the road and we startled a buzzard. We ended up parking a few hundred yards from the cottage since the tyres were skidding in the mud. All Michael’s hard work washing the car was wasted! The rain stopped for long enough for us to get all our food, bags and bedding out of the car and to bring in some firewood from the shed.

The cottage on Guislich Farm, Rothiemurchus estate peeking out from behind the trees

In the summer, the cottage’s water tank remains full and there’s no need to drain the system as you need to do in winter in case of frost/ ice bursting the pipes. I was annoyed we’d just missed the summer season by a week as we needed to work out how to turn the water on, and fill the tank which took us 30 minutes of following convoluted instructions and references to non-existent red taps! Draining it when we left took even longer!

Our first day was spent settling in, lighting the stove, preparing chilli for dinner and a wee trip into nearby Aviemore when luckily the rain had stopped and we could wander round. The horrible metallic scraping under the car was worse on the way back down the track so we had a detour via the mechanic’s where he found a redundant bent piece of metal and removed it – we were relieved it wasn’t something serious.

The muddy bumpy pot-holed road up to the cottage

The living/ dining room warmed up so much we were too warm, contrary to my worries we’d be cold and I didn’t sleep well cos I was so hot! We woke on Wednesday to glorious sunshine and to noisy pheasants in the garden – they sound a bit like turkeys.

We decided to make the most of the good weather and go up the mountain to the top of Cairn Gorm which I had done in June. The Cairngorms have a unique environment, which is described as ‘alpine semi-tundra moorland’, meaning there are many rare plants, birds and animals. The highest, coldest and snowiest plateaux in the British Isles are here along with five of the six highest mountains in Scotland including Cairn Gorm (the blue cairn).The area also has a primeval forest, one of the last in Britain, called the Caledonian Forest.

The wind near the top was really strong and bitterly cold. On the way up Michael spotted a pair of ptarmigan on the rocks right next to us (have a look here: http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/p/ptarmigan/index.asp) – I hadn’t seen them so he spoke to tell me at which point they took fright and flew off, too quick for me to take a photo but I got a good view. They were in their ‘in between’ plumage which is part white and part brown so they blend in with the rocks and pockets of snow- very clever.

Michael on the way up to the summit of Cairn Gorm shortly before we saw 2 ptarmigan

The alpine landscape at the summit
Michael pointing to the ridge we had just climbed

We took a leisurely 4 hours to do the walk and took the easy route down via path which has been built right to the summit- the have really changed the mountain with the funicular and mountain top restaurant which were controversial with locals.

We popped into the village afterwards for a coffee at a place recommended by a walker we’d met on the way down Cairn Gorm- the Mountain Café – I know they use organic produce but, frankly, £5.50 for a bowl of porridge and £5 for a cafetiere of coffee is taking the mic!

In the Caledonian pine forest

On Thursday rain was forecast but luckily it was dry for most of the day but windy enough to close down the funicular. We’d planned a low-level walk on some forest tracks starting at the Rothiemurchus Visitor Centre and ended up walking for 10 miles through lovely ancient pine and birch forest. The trees were beautiful, the pines have almost blue needles with a very red bark, and the birches looked a lot like Australian eucalyptus trees. Where the trees thinned out there were loads of spiny juniper bushes covered in ripe berries so we had to taste them and were amazed they taste just like gin – you could make your own if you lived locally!

Juniper berries- there were bushes everywhere in the forest. They do taste just like gin!

We also popped over to Loch Garten, which apparently is the best place in the UK to view ospreys, but we had just missed them as they’d migrated the week before – though I am still convinced I saw one over a smaller loch on our way there.

It was lovely to escape from TVs, computers and Gameboys etc for a few days and we spent our evenings cooking, eating chatting and playing games of cards, yahtzee and Tantrix (a new game a bit like a more complicated version of dominoes courtesy of my friend Cat).

Paris s'eveille (Paris awakens)

Two nights in Paris - September 08

I wasn't even intending to go to Paris. I was online looking at flights to London and Norwich thinking about what to do with my 2 weeks off work when I saw that Ryanair had reduced flights to Paris. Purely out of curiosity I had a look and found I could get from Glasgow to Paris for under £40. Now, I don’t really agree with such cheap flights – it just creates more air traffic and environmental problems. But, I did really want a holiday…

So I booked the flight, tracked down a cheap Paris hotel with single rooms from the Lonely Planet or similar and informed Michael I’d be going away for a couple of nights! I then realised that the exchange rate at the moment is rotten and that everything was going to be much pricier than the last time I went which was a good few years ago.

It was a whirlwind visit with me arriving Monday evening and leaving Wednesday morning but I really loved being back in France, hearing French speakers, smelling the French bakeries and seeing the wonderful architecture. The weather was gorgeous weather – 20C and over and sunny.

My wee room in 'Le Marais' district

View from my hotel room

I don’t mind travelling by myself as I’ve done a fair bit of it over the years, either for work or when visiting friends who were working while I was there. But, it’s been a while and I did feel slightly nervous as I boarded the bus from Beauvais (which if you’ve ever been is no where near Paris – it’s in the Picardy region!) to Paris.

By the time I found my hotel I was feeling good and was looking forward to finding a restaurant to eat in. The staff at the hotel were helpful but the man who gave me my key when I arrived made my skin crawl! The sort who tries to touch your hand as he gives you your key and who assumes you don’t understand what he’s saying in French. He was about 5 feet 1 and kind of leered at you over the desk. Luckily he was only on duty once more during my stay – and yes, he touched my hand again- ick (I am doing my Rick Mayle impression 'w**ker face' as I write this)!

The lovely Place Des Vosges round the corner from my hotel

Traditional Art Nouveau Metro signs

I found a small local brasserie in the Bastille area near my hotel and sat out on the terrace under a gas heater (I was so warm I could’ve done without the heater). I was surprised to see that the Parisians were actually abiding by the new no smoking laws and not smoking inside cafes and restaurants – most unlike them! I ended up chatting in French to a couple of men sitting at the next table, one who owned a small local art gallery and the other an elderly jazz musician from the UK whose parents were from LA and Jamaica. Of course, I didn’t tell them I was in Paris alone but said my husband was ill so had stayed at the hotel- you never know who’s listening!

The next day I did a lot of walking around the twisty back streets of the ‘Marais’ district which has become quite expensive and touristy in places and eventually found the comedy club that I wanted to go to that night – Le Point Virgule. Marias means swamps or marsh, which the area used to be long ago. It was, and to an extent still is, the Jewish district but is also a popular area with gay men (not that you notice until the evening).

Les Jardins des Tuileries (gardens by The Louvre) - cheeky statues.

The old and the new- St Eustache church in the background with Les Halles shopping centre in foreground

I went to the FNAC- a bit like Virgin megastore – to buy my ticket for the show which wasn’t cheap at 20 euros – having decided to go and see the French comedian rather than the British one who was going to do his show in ‘franglais’. In the UK you tend to buy a ticket for the whole evening in which you might see 2 to 3 comedians but at this club you paid per show meaning it was expensive to see one comedian for 1 hour. There was someone on straight afterwards but to see that show you’d need to buy another 20 euro ticket!

For lunch I had decided to go to a Breton crêperie – a pancake place! Crêpes are a traditional dish of Brittany and they do ‘galettes’ which are savoury pancakes and ‘crêpes’ which are the sweet ones –these are to be eaten along with traditional French cider, very similar to Somerset cider. The crêperie was really small and friendly and I felt quite happy and glowing after my lunchtime cider!

One of few Parisian comedy clubs- the tiny Point Virgule (semi colon)

I walked for miles before and after lunch all the way down to the Centre Pompidou, the Louvre and its gardens before heading back to the hotel for a quick shower and change before dinner.

I was disappointed with my choice of restaurant for that evening but I had wanted to find a place close to the comedy club as the show started at 9pm. I had chosen a place in the tourist guide which was supposed to have fantastic falafel and to offer quick service- well, yes, the food was good and the service fast but the atmosphere was lacking and some of the waiters were somewhat self-obsessed (one of them was posing directly in front of my table which was putting me off my food). It also wasn’t what I would describe as ‘cheap’, unlike the guide book.

I queued up with all the French locals outside the comedy club waiting to go in. When we went in I realised how tiny the place was with wooden benches to sit on- not even enough room for my legs and they’re really not that long! The place was more or less full with maybe 50 or so people. Throughout the show we could sometimes hear passers-by talking outside the club. The comedian, a guy from Brittany called Arnaud Cosson, did sketches and characters, which is a more French approach, rather than the UK traditional type of stand up. As it was all in French I did miss some of punch lines but I followed most of it and I tended to find some jokes funny that the French didn’t really find that amusing such as one about French films vs US films (in the latter everybody dies, in the former nothing happens!).

The comedy show I went to - and starred in!

The highlight/ most awful part of the evening was when Arnaud needed a female audience member to participate in a sketch…..(you know what’s coming, don’t you?) As I was sitting alone at the end of a bench I was easy game! So I 'won' the chance to go onto the stage to participate in a sketch – I did consider telling him that I wasn’t a native French speaker in case I couldn’t follow him, but in the end I didn’t need to. I had to answer questions in a pretend quiz about my ideal man. We then had to act out a ‘date’ where we pretended to run through a field, dancing, were on beach, on a motorbike etc. while he did various visual gags.

When the show ended, we clapped for an encore but because they have such a tight turnaround and the next act was due on stage, he couldn’t do one and we had to leave so the next lot could come in! All-in-all an interesting and fun cultural experience!

The next day I had to leave for my flight in the morning so had time to buy a delicious freshly baked pain-au-chocolat (sweet pastry with chocolate in the centre) and to go and sit in a café for a while watching the world go by. At 4 euros for a coffee I might have been better to find somewhere more off the beaten track but as I had my suitcase and the café I chose was just next to the metro station I swallowed hard and paid up. I wasn’t disappointed with my people watching as there were a couple of amusing women in the café who were still partying from the night before, who were very, very drunk and were just having their dinner and red wine at 9am! Don’t you just love Paris!

Stormy Brighton

A short trip to Brighton, 4-6 September 08

I'd been accepted to talk at a conference in Brighton and was hoping to get some sunshine- what I actually got was soaked to my skin at least twice (so nice to sit in a conference with wet feet, legs, etc etc) and almost blown off my feet by the gale force winds!

Stormy sea & sky by Brighton Pier- this is summer!

The venue was out of town at Falmer, a short train ride from the centre of Brighton on the University of Sussex campus. I knew my timings were tight to get from Stirling to the conference in time to do my talk that day so if the plane from Glasgow was delayed I’d be in trouble… Luckily everything ran smoothly so I got to the registration desk at the conference centre with about 20 minutes to spare before the first talk. Little did I know I had been allocated accommodation at the far end of the campus – not, like most people, directly opposite the conference centre! It was of course at this moment that torrential rain poured from the sky as I dragged my suitcase all the way there and then had to rush back to catch the first talk. My first soaking of the day. The theme was set for more rain, strong winds and getting wet in order to check out.

The Royal Pavilion, Brighton

The day ran on until after 6pm, which I hadn’t been expecting, and actually I wished I hadn’t gone to the very boring keynote lecture since it was just founder members reminiscing about the start of the Medical Sociology Association 40 years before, telling anecdotes about people that were amusing mostly to those who knew who the hell they were talking about!

Anyway, things improved with dinner out in Brighton with some of the other conference folk at Carluccio’s an Italian restaurant and deli (there was one in Ealing Mic and I used to go to now and again for coffee) – the food was good, the people interesting but it was very noisy with bare walls echoing every sound.

One of the wee back streets of multi-coloured terraced houses in the North Laine area

The next day (Friday) there were more talks then I had arranged to meet an old friend Tom from RF, the charity where I worked in London, who lives in Brighton with his family. We went for dinner at a nice Indian restaurant called ‘Indian Summer’ near the seafront and I stayed over at their house that night.

There were more presentations on the Saturday but having looked at the topics, and also knowing there’d be another keynote in a similar vein to the first one, I opted instead for sight-seeing and shopping!

The Lanes area of Brighton- see the bath tub sign hanging outside the pub!

I had only ever been to Brighton briefly for work- there and back for a meeting with no time to look around – so I wanted to see a bit of the place. I found it a bit self-consciously cool and trendy as if people were trying too hard. It was an interesting people watching experience; people tend to dress in bright colours, with varied textures and layers – none of the black and white and denim of Stirling! There is definitely an under-current of ‘arty’ types (or wannabe arty anyway!), environmentally-aware folk and lots of students. I enjoyed wandering around the back lanes of The Lanes and North Laine window shopping and had lunch in a health food-type café sitting outside since a miracle happened and on Saturday it didn’t rain!

Graffiti art of James Brown on the backs of shops, North Laine

I flew home on Saturday evening so that I’d be back for our 7th wedding anniversary on Sunday so we could spend the day together. We wanted to go for lunch in a Mediterranean restaurant on Sunday but it was shut and all the other restaurants we looked at were empty! It was dead in town but it could be because Monday was a bank holiday and everyone was away for the weekend. We ended up having a coffee and cake in a café we haven’t tried before called Crema Central. I don’t think we’ll hurry back - it was weak coffee and I didn't like the feel of the place.