Dog walking really is a full time job.

Stop press! July 31, 2009

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OMG! You might have read how we salivated over the fresh buffalo mozzarella in Italy. Well, it’s so hard to find in Perth, but I walked past Simon Johnson today and on their blackboard they had a fresh load in from Italia! woop woop! Anyway, it was horrifically expensive, and I can’t quite talk about it yet, but it’ll be a nice treat for Muz’s bday weekend. We’ll try and recreate that “I’m in Portofino on the beach eating tomato and cheese with olive oil and drinking bubbles” thing in the backyard, in winter, this weekend. So will let you know (because I’m sure you won’t sleep until I do) what it’s like.



Touchdown. July 29, 2009

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Home, home on the plain, where the Ped and the Wellington play…

We’re back! After four wonderful weeks, we’re back home and reunited with our pup. Ped was suuuuper excited to see us, and thanks to Rachael, Clare and Ruiz, he was so well looked after I’m sure there’s a little bit of him that wants them back. Apparently one night Clare woke up and found him snoozing on the bed, stretched out next to her…clearly he thought there was a new, hot sheriff in town and he wanted to set some new rules.

Anyway, I never got to blog about our time in Scotland, which was just blissful, and so great to see Muz’s home town of Aberfeldy. We stayed at his mum’s cottage in nearby Dull, and spent our evenings watching the light change on the hills and over the valley, as clouds rolled in and out. We drank wine, ate cheese, read books and chatted. It was just so lovely. We even managed a couple of runs! Crazy, who’d have thought?

For one night we did the (long) drive to the Isle of Skye, where we had an amazing meal at the Three Chimneys, and stayed at The Spoons. It’s a little B&B run by a lovely couple, and we’d recommend it for sure. This was our room: spoons

Our taxi driver to the Three Chimneys was John, a born and bred Skye man. Oh aye, yes. I’ve never heard so many ‘ayes’ in my life, and it was wonderful. As for the food, we did the seven course dego option, where each course’s main ingredient was sourced locally. It was brilliant. We’ve decided that it’s deffo one of our top five eating experiences. Do yourself a favour…I took the menu so will update it here at some stage. Also the sommelier was like Gareth’s (from The Office) lost twin – with brown hair and wine knowledge as opposed to army knowledge. Hilarious.

The main drive (from Aberfeldy to Skye) itself was spectacular – soaring mountains, rocky cliff faces, incredible scenery. We caught a tiny, hand-winched ferry from Glenelg across to Skye which was so special. The ferry was going to be closed in favour of newer, bigger ferries and a bridge, so the community bought it to keep it going. If you are ever over that way, make the effort to use it, as it’s worth supporting, and without people using it, it’ll go the way of so many cute, if now a little inefficient, things. It’s the romantic-life’s-too-short-not-to-be-whimsical options. The boat even had a dog (which of course I patted).

We stayed on the Isle of Bute with our super friends Iain and Sarah. The Scoons have just bought a little piece of paradise  – their new house is a 1800s Georgian house which is amazing, amazing, amazing. They are renovating it at the moment, it’s a total Grand Designs-esque jobbie. I’m talking winding staircases, high ceilings, massive rooms, the whole bit. In our excitement on the first night we went out for a curry, Sarah and I managed about three bottles of wine between the two of us. Ouch. The next day Murray and I went for a run to try and shake the hangover but it just got worse from there. Not even Irn-Bru could help. But a picnic and a day at the beach, followed by a nap, did. Then of course we went out to dinner again. We overate and marvelled at the serving sizes of liver and bacon at local bistro (Sarah seriously was served about 600g of big bits of liver and about 300g bacon, you’ve never seen anything like it). Iain and I went for steak pies while Murray had the double lamb chop in gravy. Nom nom nom. Then of course Iain and I complained about how full and uncomfortable we were – in between bites of sticky date pudding (shared, natch). Bets are on to see how much weight we’ve gained so far…

Next day we sadly left Iain, Sarah and Scotland, drove to Glasgow and hopped on the plane home. And here we are…

Can’t wait to see everyone and catch up on everyone’s news, near and far…



The brioche revelation. July 15, 2009

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I have to say that I never got brioche. I thought it dry and boring. However on our breakfast buffet in Positano, they served brioche, and it was light, fluffly, vanilla/custardy and delicious. Now I get it. If I can find something similar at home, I’ll let ye know…


Druk again.

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Too much wine and access to a computer/.  To keep this fun, i’m not correcting typos. nyhook, We did some good work on Bond St today, and scaught up with ben and tash for a cheeky vino or two before seeing christine tonight. we did jap, and ordered everything – duck salad, sashimi, tofu, edamame, tataki, udon noodles, gyoza, etc. Really eerthig. Then we went fora drink at one of hristine’s ae places, it was undergound and they ad barbies staple d to the ceiling. then she took us out for a garlic, tomato jiuce and vodka shot. kill me. i had to have a bounty icecream to keep me calm. however we did get some super shots of us outside liberty (which,ps, is the most serene shopping experience ever).

ALSO. On bond st, cartier had PANTHERE in the window. the sparkly, diamond, version. argh. so so incredible.


Tongue and marrow. July 14, 2009

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This is for the foodsters out there…

A couple of nights ago we went to St John’s in Smithfield. You might recall me being super excited about this at the time we made the booking. Anyway, it was fantastic. Interior-wise, not what I expected at all. All white, including floorboards, with an almost old butcher/science lab feel, but still warm (if that makes any sense at all). The menu would be challenging if you weren’t up for their nose to tail eating – I realised when we were there, that not all were on a pilgrimage like us. The table of youngsters next to us worked near by, and perhaps weren’t really aware of what they were getting in to. One guy ordered the ‘chicken’ (pigeon) and he even struggled with that. So anyway, what we ate was way more fun.

We were given a choice of table – action, right near the kitchen at the pass, or private and cosy. Of course we went action, and were rewarded for doing so. We could see a whole roast pig from our spot, plus marrow and the head chef inspecting plates.

Entree. Muz ordered the potted beef with pickled beetroot. I ordered the bone marrow and parsley salad. His was lovely – like a pulled beef, totally rich and yummo, with beautiful beetroot. So, so good. Mine was excellent. They presented four tall bits of bone on the plate and gave you some metal scraper thing to pull the marrow out with. You then spread that on toast, sprinkled salt over it, then put some of the parsley salad (parsley, capers, shallots, oil and lemon juice) on top. Amazing.  Scraping bones out however does give you a good reminder of where it all comes from.

Main. Muz ordered the Middlewhite pork and peas, I ordered the salad of lambs’ tongues with broad beans, radishes and carrot. (You can see I went adventurous, while Muz ensured we actually had something to eat if the tongues went awry) The pork was beautifuly cooked, and the fresh peas were rich in juices and soft and completely salty and yum. The tongues were actually great – super salty, almost like a corned beef in flavour, soft and fibrous in texture. The little radishes weren’t hot, but crisp and fresh and the broad beans were fab too.

We did have dessert which was amazing too – profiteroles with lemon curd and stawberries for me and eccles cake and lancashire cheese for muz. Nom nom nom. AND, Ralph Fiennes came in towards the end. On his own, not an air hostess in sight…

Anyway just wanted to update on St John’s, it really was great… the menu also had chitterlings, pigeon, sole, and some other oddities I can’t remember. I did keep the menu somewhere…



Horses, squirrels and 50% off.

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Hi everyone!

Sorry this post is so overdue. There have been so many hilarious things worth blogging about, but internet has been thin on the ground…also perhaps we’ve been distracted by galleries, train rides and shops. Am currently sitting in my pjs, in the London flat of Murray’s friend Ben. Ben has been kind enough to vacate his home so the Wheaters can take over with their overflowing suitcases, shopping bags and unreasonable amounts of toiletries. Muz found a snack that he loves, called potato twirls, and indeed they are twirly, however with the texture of recycled cardboard. Of course because they are covered in salt and vinegar I’m still eating them.

Just quickly, I’ll backtrack on a few highlights of the trip so far:

1. Italian men’s fashion. They are really sharp dressers – even those in their mid 60s and up are trotting out the lemon slacks, crisp white shirts and pink cashmere sweaters draped over shoulders. Italians in general (men, women, dogs) have been the best dressed country so far.

2. Portofino – this coastal town is total Richie Rich stuff. The local shops include Hermes, Brioni, Gucci, Pucci, Panerai and a host of other places you can’t afford. Also a highlight, seeing a woman walk her daschund down the road, stopping at a shop (which name I forget) that has a daschund for its logo (it’s a menswear shop, which has sharp clothes with daschund logos on it. I tried to get Muz to buy a shirt but he wouldn’t stump the $250 for it. Whatever).

3. Seeing the start of the Tour, and seeing Lance Armstrong ride right past us. We got a great possie 250m from the finish of the individual time trial, and it was incredible. Some of the riders were so close than an enthusiastic Perth girl could have pushed them over. Ahem.

4. Seeing Roque Ruiz’s Italian cousin on a train in Italy. All the cool young kids are wearing baseball caps in the most lame way – they make the fitting too small so it sorts of sits up high on their head with most of the cap filled with air, not head (well, both really). So of course this is how Ital-Roq was wearing his pink Burberry one, whilst doing chin ups on one of the carriage bars, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth (all to impress the ladies, natch).

5. Paris was beautiful and amazing – best of all, our hotel was on the same street as Miu miu, Colette, Mulberry etc etc. Even better, I got a pair of Miu miu heels at 50%. Which totally makes them cheaper than a pair of Sachis with lots of crystals.

6. Running around Hyde Park in London and seeing not only squirrels (cuuuute) but also the Horse Guard doing some practice runs, which was amazing. Big, shiny black horses and soliders in all their finery…so cool.

7. Seeing buddies in London – the inimitable and gorgeous Christine Gibson, Chris George and Lani who seem so happy, Sarah Hughes who went to the wrong street in the wrong area and took two hours to get to the pub.

8. Food everywhere – buffalo mozarella and fresh tomatoes and olive oil in Italy, summer berries in Englang (OMG), gnocchi in Italy, pastry in Paris.

So we’re in London for one more day, then we pick up a car and head off to see the Wheater rellies around the UK. London has been wonderful, I love everything about it here. Also, excellent news, the red panda is really making a popular push here. This is all based on a poster on the Tube for the London Zoo – they have all these cute little animals poking their heads out of a ‘jungle’, and of course there’s a smily little red panda. Quite an obscure animal me thinks, for such a campaign…ahem.

Anyway will post this and try and do some other ones, taking advantage of Ben’s laptop. Oh the runs have been somewhat sporadic – we’ve done about 5 on the trip so far, so not great. We did an amazing run between Portofino and Santa Margherita Ligure, along the coast. The water there is incredible – crystal clear, just beautiful. Both Italy and Nice were super hot and humid so running was really tough. Not to mention that the roads can be cliffside, windy and with no space for footpath or anything. So it felt like it was pretty much us and the cars…

We’re off to do some shopping today too – Muz has shopped me under the table, so I’m playing catch up. Thinking about you all lots and hope you’re all going well with your various training (City to Surf, the Worlds etc). We talk about peeps back home a lot and of course make about 20 references to Pedro a day…

lots of love,