Give or take a day, I’ve now been living in Cambridge for eighteen months. That might not sound like a long time, but it’s the longest I’ve lived at one address for quite some time (six years, five months and twenty-two days, to be precise). Since my last update on life ‘Down South’, I’ve ventured to Portugal, Germany and France. Closer to home, I’ve munched my way through a few more of Cambridge’s eateries (Pint Shop, Bread & Meat and Urban Larder are spots I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend), caught up with friends and family and squeezed in a few country walks.
World Book Day, a day dedicated to one of my favourite pastimes, is almost upon us. Today, I’m sharing some of my childhood favourites, penned by the likes of Roald Dahl, Dr. Seuss and Francesca Simon. These are the books I remember fondly; the books that captured my imagination and made me the bookworm I am today.
New year, same me (minus the scaly, eczema-plagued hands). 2018 was a blast, even if I am hurtling towards being a member of the quarter-century club (argh, how time flies!). To those who have read La Grenouille Anglaise since the beginning, and to those who have joined along the way, thank you – for your comments, support and words of encouragement. With 2019 already well underway, it’s time to take a look back at some of 2018’s most memorable moments. On y va !
No matter where I live, the North will always be my home. It’s woefully misunderstood by (a large number of) southerners, who take one look at faded seaside resorts like Blackpool and subsequently tar everywhere north of the M25 with the same brush, but for me, it feels like home in a way the south never will.
Six months have passed since my first update on life ‘Down South’, and that means only one thing: it’s time for the second. I’m putting pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard – a little later than usual this weekend, as it’s been all go chez moi. Open House London took place this weekend, and Laurence and I decided to make a day of it. We took a rooftop tour around King’s Cross (the area, not the station), whizzed up to Landing Forty-Two at the Leadenhall Building (à la the final five in The Apprentice), learnt about arms smuggling at Custom House, ventured underground to see Billingsgate Roman Baths and visited the opulent Clothworkers’ Hall. I also took up running earlier this year (primarily as a means of getting in shape ahead of the West Highland Way), and spent this morning running round Jesus Green in the rain doing the Decathlon Sports Series 5k.
While the North will always have my heart, Cambridge is a rather nice place to call home, for the time being at least. I can’t quite believe how fast time is passing; days, weeks and months have slipped by, punctuated by train rides, café trips and baking sessions. I’ve finally got my bearings, figured out how to dodge the over-eager students pitching punting tours and found a handful of cafés which can be relied upon for a decent hot chocolate and a wedge of cake. Six months have been and gone, and I’ve decided it’s high time for a wee update on life ‘Down South’ . . .
A couple of weeks ago, Mélodie from Tea Bees Trips nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award, an award which is given by bloggers to bloggers who “are positive and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere”. Mélodie blogs about tea and travels, and recently shared photos and tales from her trip to Cornwall, an area high on my travel wish list. (I also love the bilingual format of all her posts!) Mille mercis to Mélodie for the nomination, and let’s get cracking with the Q&A . . .
Commuting, in some shape or form, comes hand in hand with employment – be it a brisk walk or cycle ride spent battling the elements, a journey aboard a moving sardine-tin (sorry, I meant the Tube) or a traffic-jam filled drive. If you’re not using one of those modes of transport, chances are high that (like me) you have experienced, are experiencing, or will one day experience the joys of a high-cost (and often highly disappointing) commute aboard one of Britain’s trains. You’ll come across all sorts of people with habits both amusing and irritating, and more often than not a decent sense of humour (and a stereotypically British stiff upper lip) is all that will prevent you from losing the plot. Without further ado, allow me to introduce you to these nine characters from my commute . . .
Sometimes, time crawled; mostly, it flew. 2017 is, in the words of The Proclaimers, ‘Over and Done With’ – or rather, it was three days ago, but I’m late to the party with my end-of-year roundup. (I didn’t join the #bestnine2017 Insta-party, but rest assured this post will contain a sufficient number of photos.) 2017 wasn’t without its low moments, but overall I had a darn good year. Life in the Real World (as opposed to Life in the University Bubble) was a steep learning curve, and I learnt a lot of valuable lessons along the way, most of which are summed up in this post. La Grenouille Anglaise has come further than I thought possible, and for that I owe every reader of this blog an enormous thank you.
If I were in The Grinch, I’d be one of the Whos: I love everything about Christmas. (Aside from the sprouts, that is.) I love the horrendous jokes in the crackers, the seasonal treats and the nippy weather. Most of all, I love spending time with my family and friends. Merci beaucoup to Bola for nominating me for this tag (my favourite yet), and let’s crack on with the Q&A . . .