Will Blog For Food - Part 2

The remaining two reviews I wrote for SearchScotland.org are complete.  If you'd like to read a bit more about my travels up north, or if you just can't get enough of my blogging, go have a look at the reviews below (with embarrassing podcasts of my interviews!).

When I heard there were actual, real-life polar bears at the Highland Wildlife Park in Kincraig (near Aviemore), my inner six-year-old sort of burst out in squeal of glee. I must see these polar bears. Now.

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We couldn’t have been luckier with the weather on the day we decided to visit CairnGorm Mountain. Clear blue skies, cold, crisp air - on a day like that, from the top of the mountain, you can see some 40-80 miles in the distance, and the view was one of the most breathtaking views I’ve ever experienced. The deep snow and fresh cold air may have contributed to the taking-away-of-the-breath, but it was all a part of the experience. It was beautiful.

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Will Blog For Food (Literally)

I apologise for the silence here over the past few days. My blogging abilities have been needed elsewhere.

So a quick two things:

One, if you'd like to read a couple of my blog posts for SearchScotland.org of our week in Kingussie/Cairngorms, you can read them below.

 Sometimes the best surprises are found in the places you least expect. Such was our dining experience at the Silverfjord Hotel in Kingussie. From the street, we could have easily passed by it; the outside of the building is unsuspecting and rather plain - in fact, I would have thought it was some kind of sports bar - but inside, we discovered an extraordinary little gem.

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 As it turns out, Kingussie is full of culinary surprises. In a little village boasting a green grocer, a couple of chippies and a Cantonese takeaway, we certainly did not expect to find the amazing restaurants that are tucked neatly along the side streets off the main road. The Auld Alliance, a French ‘restaurant and rooms’ establishment which incorporates Scottish ingredients and influence into its French cuisine, is - dare I say it – one of the best places I have ever eaten. There. I’ve said it, and I don’t take it back.

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Second, I'm going to shamelessly ask you to consider clicking just right over there -------> on my sidebar and 'Follow' me. I'm feeling a bit depressed by my lack of official 'followers' even though I know I have a lot of readers. And feel free to leave comments in the comment section below too, because, you know, I apparently need validation or something.

Okay there you have it. More blogging coming soon, after I write about the Highland Wildlife Park and the Cairngorm Mountain Funicular Railway!

A Week in the Cairngorms

So as I mentioned, Scott, Jaguar and I just spent five days in Kingussie, which is up near the Cairngorm Mountains. What a wonderful time we had! We stayed in a friend's holiday house (thank you again and again!), where there was wood-burning stove and no internet. I'm not gonna lie, I think we suffered a bit of internet withdrawal for the first couple of days, holding our phones up in crazy positions trying to get some mobile connections with which to check our emails and go on Facebook, but in the end it was kinda nice being away from the digital world.

Which is part lie because the house DID have basic TV channels, which to this no-TV family is a massive luxury. We watched plenty of "Come Dine With Me" and "Dinner Date" while we were there.

But mostly, we just enjoyed each other's company. Jaguar was a bit grumpy half the time, but still, Scott and I had a wonderful time of just reconnecting, talking, taking walks down the quiet little street, going to cool places (which you'll be able to read about soon enough on SearchScotland.org!) and buying daily foodstuffs at the local grocers. It was definitely a step forward in my 2013 goal of learning about simplicity.

This time of year in the Cairngorms is skiing season, so we were able to soak in the majestic beauty of the snow-covered mountains. It was awe-inspiring, breath-taking, my heart was full to burst - all the cliches that in this setting become alive and true again. I felt peaceful, happy and fully alive up there.

Maybe it had something to do with the thinner air, but it could also be just the slow-paced, quiet way of life in the mountains.

We visited the Highland Wildlife Park, the CairnGorm Mountain and its funicular railway, and ate delicious food at the Silverfjord Hotel and Auld Alliance (wee plugs there for SearchScotland again, reviews of all will be posted shortly... after I finish writing them). We read books. We took naps. Ahh what a week it was.

(Wondering where Fifi and Lolly were? Sunny Portugal. But anyway.)

Here are a few photos we took while away. No photos could do any of the sights justice, but I sure tried.

These are just some photos we took at the top of CairnGorm. It was so beautiful. I don't know how cold it was up there, but at the bottom of the funicular railway it was -5.5C, so I imagine it was much colder at the top. But it wasn't uncomfortably cold; it was really fresh and invigorating. Made me think learning to ski might actually be kinda fun.

A Pallas Cat at the Wildlife Park... trying to look so innocent while the murder victim lies right before his paws...

The monkeys at the Wildlife Park were my ultimate favourite. I love monkeys more than anything. It is my lifelong dream to hold and cuddle a baby monkey. I'm thinking seriously about getting a zoology course and becoming a zookeeper just so I can hold an orphaned monkey baby.

This mama monkey nursing her baby was just too much for me. They both looked so serene and peaceful sitting among all the baby monkeys playing rough-and-tumble (and the littlest baby stealing the patch of moss from the older monkey kids and the older monkey kids chasing it to get it back). I was captivated. I must have taken a million photos of this little couple. I don't believe humans evolved from monkeys, but I can sure see our resemblance. I wanted to sit down with mama monkey and talk childbirth and rowdy toddlers with her over a cup of coffee.



And finally the polar bears. Yes, there are polar bears at the Highland Wildlife Park (hey, I think I'm writing my review already!), it is their main attraction. We watched the polar bears wrestle and play for a long time too. It's such a thought, being that close to something so large and dangerous, separated only by a fence (and at this stage, a car, but at another part of the park, it was just a fence). The bears were great fun to watch, and again, I pretty much depleted my camera battery taking gazillions of shots of them. But I didn't have the same desire to play with them as I did the monkeys. Not quite.

Overall, it was a wonderful week. Now we're back home, and I'm looking forward to my darling daughters coming home tomorrow. Life can go back to its regularly scheduled programmes, but hopefully I'll be approaching it from a chilled out, happy place.

(Which reminds me, I've done really well with my-giving-up-negativity-for-Lent thing. But we'll see how it goes 20 minutes after the arrival of my inevitably hyper and exhausted daughters.)

ODP Day 24: Photo Montagery

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The Enchanted Forest

For my SearchScotland review of The Enchanted Forest, Pitlochry, click here!

ODP Day 6: Pitlochry

For a day walking around the sweet village of Pitlochry and a night at The Enchanted Forest I am wearing the dress under a long-sleeved black and white striped top, beige knit tights, my tartan chucks and a mustard scarf. My hair is pulled back into a messy bun. And of course, my cutest accessory, Baby Jaguar, wearing his own adorable dinosaur suit and airplane bib.

This morning we had a lovely Scottish breakfast of sausage, egg, bacon, fried tomato, beans and haggis. Afterwards, we took a nice stroll through the town with Jaguar in the pram. Every other time we've been here it's been rainy, so today's sunshine and warm-ish weather is absolutely delightful. I bought myself a lovely little pendant necklace from Heathergems. Of all the times I've been in their shop, I've never bought anything for myself, only for other people. So I'm quite happy with my little purchase.

I also stroked and admired a beautiful wool tartan tailored jacket and surreptitiously peered at the pricetag before politely thanking the shop owner and casually leaving the building. £290 for a jacket is just maybe slightly outwith my price range, and not just because it's October and I'm practicing restraint and anti-consumerism!

Scott and I stopped into a little tea room for a cappuccino and a scone, which has a bit of meaning for us now. It was there that last year at this time we sat, wondering if we might be pregnant and talking baby names at a little two-seated table at the window.

We were supposed to tour the Edradour Distillery in the afternoon, but when we arrived, they said babies aren't allowed in. (Not very 'wecome'!) We were a bit disappointed, especially as we've taken children through other distilleries, but Scott cheered himself up with buying a nice bottle of un-chill filtered single malt whisky, which we'll no doubt open later tonight.

Now we're just relaxing in the hotel room again while Baby Jaguar sleeps, watching rubbish TV. Which by the way is probably one of our favourite things about staying hotels - TV. We are one of those weird families that don't have TV, so we think watching BBC News in the morning upon waking and daft shows like Come Dine With Me and X-Factor in the middle of the night is the height of luxury.

Later on, we'll take a dip in the hotel pool and hot tub, have our dinner in the hotel restaurant and then go to The Enchanted Forest. My review of which will be on SearchScotland.org very soon.

We are taking part in the October Dress Project in support of Macmillan Cancer Support. Please consider donating to our cause.

On a Lighter Note...

So... how do you follow something like Friday's post?

With a cute photo, that's how.



Also with a mention of a project I am considering participating in. It's called The October Dress Project. You basically go the whole month of October wearing the same dress, which you accessorise and wear differently every day. I will be straightforward with you and say that I am only going so far with this, if I decide to do it. That is to say, I will participate Monday through Friday, but by golly, I might just give myself a break on the weekends. Scott and I have a romantic weekend away booked for the first weekend of October, and I'd quite like to look special at least one of those nights!

Anyone else want to take the challenge with me? My reasons for doing it are varied. I like the anti-consumerism idea of it (and intend to use this month as a chance to properly purge my wardrobe of unnecessary items), but I also like the simple challenge of it. How creative can I be? How much fun can I have with this? And how many friends I can I rope in to do it with me? :)

I'm going to also use it as a blogging project. I've been looking for a theme, so for the month of October, I will blog about the project (if I take the plunge!) and that will get me in practice for NaBloPoMo, which will get me ready for DecBloAdMo. If I can accomplish all of this, I will be seriously awesomely blogging again.

(Of course, I *have* been blogging, over at Lunch is Boring, if you haven't been there yet. And also at SearchScotland.org.)

One Day I'll Make a Living Out of This

As a personal blogger, I've been rubbish. I confess it. I may or may not improve now that I've embarked on a few other blogging ventures, but eh, who knows.

In the meantime, if you are suffering from lackofloribloggeritis (it's an actual syndrome, an actual inflammation of the soul), you can catch me over at Lunch Is Boring and even the occasional post over at SearchScotland.

To pay for my sins here though, here's a picture of Jaguar.