We’ve now been home for nearly 3 weeks, and have been back at work for a week. Before the holiday becomes a distant memory, here’s the round-up post.
Around 3,000. Yep, that many. The poor map barely made it home alive.
Steps walked in London
According to my Fitbit, around 145,000 in 7 days.
I stopped counting…but not quite 3900.
Aside from random tea towels and the occasional obligatory fridge magnet, our faves were:
- The solar-powered dancing grenadier guards I bought my boss.
- The Nessie snow globe that now sits on my desk at work. I shake it when I need to see blue glitter.
- The toy London buses, mini coopers and London taxis I brought back for my team leaders. Just don’t tell them that it’s so I have something to remind me of my holiday when I’m at their desks and can’t shake Nessie.
- The Christmas sweaters Miss T couldn’t resist.
- The corgi ipad case we bought Mum
As seen on a penguin wrapper:
What do you call 50 penguins in Trafalgar Square?
Most pointlessly expensive set of Christmas crackers
These ones at Fortnum & Mason. 1000GBP for six. And no paper hats or bad jokes in sight.
Most pointlessly expensive item
The silver lobster server at Harrods. I thought it was 12,000GBP, hubby thought it was 22,000GBP. Whatever the cost it was obscenely ludicrous and pointless- and you’d need more than one.
Best consumable advent calendar
This one at Harvey Nicholls
Best advent calendar for keeping and handing down through generations of silver spoon-fed children
This one at Fortnum’s
Shop I wished I was twenty years younger for and could fit into clothes from
Jack Wills- Fabulously British
Shop that made me wish our seasons were reversed
Monsoon. Their winter fashion was fabulously rich, textural, and deliciously boho.
Best Christmas display
Best Christmas window
Fortnum and Mason’s– abundantly sumptuous
Best Christmas Market
We went to a few, but I’ll always remember the one at Edinburgh the most. And the bar in the centre of the carousel…
Best foodie experience
Borough Markets. No contest. It made me itch for a kitchen.
Best Pub lunch
The Swan at Broadway. Miss T declared the roast chicken better than mine.
Best Pub dinner
Cawdor Inn, at Cawdor Scotland. The broccoli was snappily good and my salmon was exceptional.
Both hubby & Miss T had the pork
and then fought over the Scottish raspberries for dessert.
The Bell at Sapperton. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed the risotto. And I love how they have a designated parking spot for horses. Sadly, the light was too dim for me to take photos of the food. I had to simply enjoy it instead.
At Glenfiddich, Speyside, Scotland. I wrote about it here.
Best Sunday Lunch
The Rock Inn, Haytor Vale, Dartmoor National Park
It was more special because we’d driven for miles to a town called Bovey Tracey to find that the hotel we’d planned to have our Sunday roast at had been turned over to a 1 year old birthday party. So we drove into Dartmoor and found this place.
We even saw some Dartmoor ponies grazing on the moors. It was all very Hound of the Baskervilles.
Best ploughmans, best burger, best platter, and best scotch egg
The Mug House, London Bridge
Best macaroni cheese
The leeky mac at Mohr Fish in Callender
Best use of parsnips
Parsnip soup. Everywhere. I had more varieties than I thought were possible. It’s the pumpkin soup of England.
Best hidden gem
The Mug House, London Bridge
Best pasta dish
The carbonara at Carluccio’s, St Pancras- perfectly creamy without cream. The Italian way.
Best fish dinner
Stein’s Café, Padstow
Best meal in London
Cambridge St café- around the corner from The Georgian House Hotel where we stayed. We ate scallops and black pudding with apple sauce, fish pie, old spot pork and millet, cod and mash, and pear and rhubarb crumble.
Most frighteningly coloured raita
There are some amazing Indian restaurants in Britain. We had the best chicken tikka I’ve had ever at Saffron in the pub at Balfron near Stirling. It was also the scariest colour yoghurt dip ever- fluorescent pink. The Indian in Tiverton in Devon was similar- except that yoghurt was coloured bright yellow. And they played Bollywood music.
Best sausage roll
The pork and chilli sausage roll in Cheltenham. According to the hubster, it was the sausage roll against which all sausage rolls will be compared.
Best overall accommodation
Old Balwill, Buchlyvie. Hands down.
I can’t choose between:
I wrote about them here and here. Two very different properties: two very different styles; two very different breakfasts; two very different experiences; but both simply fabulous. I’d go back to either in a heartbeat. I can still taste that smoked trout scrambled eggs at Burford.
The trickle at Easter Dalziel Farm in Inverness. Followed closely by Newton Hall in Chester.
Both were lovely places to stay, but the ludicrously ineffective showers stopped me from giving them a higher trip advisor rating.
The smallest bathroom
This was at the Georgian House Hotel in London
Most ‘Oh just stop it already’ scenery
Scotland. Intense. Sparse. Beautiful.
My favourite flower photo
When I first posted this on Instagram, plenty of people asked me what it is. A Scotch Thistle? No, it’s a cardoon- and its classed as a noxious weed in most areas of Australia.
Best day by the sea
Filey and Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.
Dramatic coastal scenery and seagulls that sound so different to ours.
Padstow was a great day out too.
Best Jane Austen moment
Bath or Lyme Regis? Both.
Best Snow Scene
Blanchland in Northumberland.
And on the border at Scotland.
Man, it was cold!
When Miss T compared Robert the Bruce to Pharlap. I wrote about it here.
Nope, you’re not catching me out on that one!
Glad you included Whitby in your ‘best of’ list…it’s my hometown, and I’m very proud of it 😉
As you quite rightly should be! We had a fabulous day there- & a few pleasant pints in the pub too.
*Love* the Borough Market.
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