Monday Madness

There are 350 odd very steep steps to the top tower of the Salisbury Cathedral with a stunning vista to behold at the top.  We had booked and paid for our journey online but according to the reception manager, how we had managed it was truly a miracle because there were no tours of any description allowed all week.  The Magna Flora preparations were in full swing.  It's the 8ooth year celebrations of the Magna Carta here in Salisbury and so the mostly older (read, really old) general public are losing their minds with all sorts of revelry and shenanigans.  Decorating the Cathedral with flower installations is going off like a frog in a sock.

When pushed to allow our Tower Tour, given that it was such a miracle in such a Holy House, the reception lady wouldn't have any of it.  Clearly her agapanthas and daisies were of higher import than our our intended wheezing up 350 stairs.  She did offer us a short complimentary tour of the West Window which we jumped on - hey beggars can't be choosers.

This is 12th Century graffiti.  At one point the Cathedral housed prisoners.  They were so hard core they scratched pictures of cats into stone.

Kaden Buongey in the Chapter Room.  Not interested in the Magna Carta - more interested in bashing his hands on the intricately hand stitched cushions because in the ancient historic round building it made a sound like a Thunderstorm.  This went on for a good 3-5 minutes before a guide had to ask him to cease.  I was soaking up the culture elsewhere, just in case you're wondering. 

This is the second worst photo on the planet - I'm not sure why Goughy is crouching down, he's not likely to bump his head on anything.  The lady who took it (very obligingly), fancied herself as a bit of a portrait photographer and didn't like this shot so she had us move and was much happier with the one below.........seriously.

With time to kill due to the whirlwind nature of our West Window Tour we headed to the Museum - for a bit of homeschooling.  

Yes, that's D on the floor.

I have no more words on that matter.

I eventually got my wheeze wish.  Tika and Tango (Paul and Kerry's very cute mutley's) need walking twice a day so we just popped up the road to this  - Salisbury Everest.  A huge wind storm came through to allow Kaden to do his 'front of the Titanic' impersonation.  I've decided we will always holiday where there are hills.  It's very cheap to entertain children.

We finished the day in a town called Hurdcott, on Black Horse Lane in a pub called The Black Horse Inn.  Paul had wild boar pie.  I had food and Shiraz.

Kaden Buongey fell asleep on Goughy.  He hasn't done that since he was about......actually, last week he did that, but before that he hadn't done it in a while.  

Holiday Malarchy

We're in the UK.  We're on holiday, so I'm resurrecting my blog to record what we've done, where we've been and who we've been there with.  

Today is day 3.  Already.  I have three more days with my brother before we're off to the next town to explore.  

The flight over was horrid.  22 hours of pure squashed, tired, gastro infused hell.  The boys did a fantastic job under the circumstances, and it was only upon entering the terminal when we arrived that they turned into the sleep deprived hideous zombies I had expected earlier.  

Hire car collected, relatively painlessly, although in the car description I had based my booking on, room for 2 large suitcases should have read room for 2 large handbags.  

Two zombies tamed and sharing their space with a large suitcase.

Jane has left her home to us.  Just like that.  I've never met Jane.  She is the Mother of my brother's partner, Kerry.  She has allowed us to use her home for our 5 night stay so that we can hang out with Paul and Kerry.  She packed up her bag, gave me a hug and the key and went to visit her sister in Cornwall.  Her generosity is astounding and we are extremely grateful.  

After an attempted snooze - unsuccessful for me, but not too bad for the zombies - we met Paul and Kerry and their two fur babies Tika and Tango, and were off for a walk around Salisbury.  You're probably going to think I'm exaggerating, but I kid you not, around every corner and along every lane (Salisbury doesn't have paths - too bland, they have lanes - devastatingly beautiful lanes) there were breath taking views and centuries old buildings with history and culture and stories just oozing from every fibre.  

History does my head in, in a good way.  I love that I can occupy the same spaces, walk the same lanes, shop in the same shops as people; mothers, from 700 years ago.  I try and picture their life.  Where did they live?  What were they wearing?  What were their concerns?  Probably similar to mine - how to get some peace and quiet from their squabbling 7 and 11 year old sons!   

A shocking realisation that children needed to eat found us sourcing sustenance at the Rose and Crown Pub.  Is it compulsory for every city in the universe to have a Rose and Crown Hotel?  There must be millions scattered all across the world. I wonder where the first one was?  

This was the one we visited for fish and chips and a bevvie.  It's only 600 years old.  You can see Kerry and Tika and Tango in this pic.  Koby and Kaden were in love, immediately.  The energy and enthusiasm for movement by boys have is equally matched by Tika and Tango, so happy days. 

Next stop, The Old Mill.  This pub is 12th Century and obviously very popular.  It's Paul's favourite.  We sat here for another bevvie and watched the kids and dogs in the water and exchanged pleasantries with passers by.  Everyone is so lovely.  Without exception we had smiles and waves and nods and quick chats.  Even a surly teenager type carrying his Subway sandwich gave us a grin and wave when Tika the dog tried to assault him for his lunch.  Has the universe sent out memos to the inhabitant of towns we're visiting informing them of our arrival and instructing lovelieness?  Or if you live in such a stunning place are you just naturally stoked all the time?  

Here is a link to more info on this pretty awesome building.

Further walking (yes, we walked for a couple of hours, but no, it wasn't hard), led us to this........

 The Salisbury Cathedral.  Now THAT'S a church!  I can not wait to explore this sensational old girl....or boy - is it pretty or handsome?  

Day 2 turned out to be a gastronomical delight - Firstly, we visited the Town Centre, a 10 minute walk from Paul and Kerry's home, for the Salisbury Food and Drink Fair.  Our dollar is rubbish against the pound, but if it wasn't, I'd be the size of a small continent.  I would have purchased and demolished so many delicious local foods.  Homemade marshmallows,  artisan breads, cheese, cakes, snaggers, etc.  Koby D found his earthy heaven - face buried in a plate of chocolate, sugar and churros. 

Our second foodie Festival was in Sturminster Newton.  A 45 minute drive through tiny picturesque villages and greener than green meadows.  

Koby and Kaden became expert marksmen, as the promise of a sugar hit took hold.  Goughy was supposed to just hold Koby's icecream but completely devoured it without even realising.  "Here Dad, can you hold my icecream while I have a shoot please?"  Goughy replies, "Sure, no problemo".  Koby finishes his shooting, returns with his winnings and asks for his icecream.  Goughy actually looked at his hand, wondering where the icecream had gone.  He actually raised his hand and turned it from side to side like he he would find the icecream hiding behind one of his fingers.  I'm guessing a bit of jet lag but I'm not ruling out dastardly behaviour.  

The scene of the icecream crime.

Kaden Buongey had gone all gangster.

We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at this beautifully organised event.  Even the room temperature traditional cider couldn't dampen my spirits.  It was delicious and I felt immersed in the culture; at one point, literally, when someone spilled their beer on me as they stumbled passed.  

Buongey, Goughy, D, Me, Kez and Paul

Paul took the boys and Tika and Tango for their afternoon walk through the Meadows and found the rope swing.  I'm pretty sure he hadn't factored a 7 year old into his afternoon.  He practically had to pry the rope from Kaden's fingers and block his ears from the demands that the "fun never ever stop in a million years."

A fine meal of the wares we had purchased coupled with a red from the 'off licence' (bottlo in Aussie slang) was the cherry on the cake.   Shattered and happy we were murdering some z's by 8.30 pm.  

Happy New Year!

This blog is more of a journal.  It's on my vision board for 2013 to journal, to record what happens in my day, how I'm feeling about things and/or just if I have an opinion or thought about anything at all.

The name for my blog comes from the obvious, four boys live in this house. They have such a huge impact on my life, my day, my thoughts; who I am.  My husband, my son of 22 (from a previous life) and the two Little Doers, aged 8 and 4 ("nearly 5 Mum!") all share this space.  It can get very hectic. 

These are just my musings, nothing profound, nothing extraordinary, just me, writing about whatever I want to.

Today is the first day of the New Year.  It's an exciting time.  Goughy and I are excited.  We have awesome plans for our home, for our family, for our future.  I can't wait to get it started.

The boys had a late night last night, playing in the garden with us, watching on.  It was a peaceful night, punctuated only by the occasional sibling argument and happy car horn wishing the neighbourhood a Happy New Year.  I didn't see in the New Year.  I rarely make it past 10pm these days. Gone are the days when New Years Eve was planned for months in advance.  Venue meticulously chosen from the scores on offer, frock agonised over, shoes bought and worn in at least 3 weeks in advance to prevent an early New Years Eve retirement.  Last night and the preceding 8 or 9 have all been enjoyable but quiet and sensible.

Scott is in Mexico.  I spoke with him yesterday.  It will be his New Years Eve now.  I miss him.  I hope he is safe.  He and Claire are likely to be looking for a place of their own when he returns. I think it's time but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to stay.  We'll see how things go.

Today started lazily, a sleep in until 7.15.  Almost unheard of.  I normally wake before the boys but not today.  The sound of Kaden's baby elephant foot steps roused me.  At 7am I would have been checking his breathing - he is a super early riser, always has been.  We played iPad games together and did a bit of a tidy up before heading off to see a movie - Wreck it Ralph.  The boys enjoy our company.  I can tell.  D has a quiet grin, a secret smile to himself and to me which speaks volumes of how much he is enjoying himself.  Kaden is more demonstrative.  He must have some part of his body connected to mine or to Goughy's at all times.  Not in a clingy, needy, pain in the ass kind of way; but in a I'm happy you're here and I wanna hug you kind of way.  

Copious amounts of popcorn and numerous visits to the toilet later, the movie ends and we're home for a relaxing afternoon in the pool and garden.

I'm eating paleo and I want so much for my boys to eat more like me.  Of course, they've had years of processed foods (which I have given them), so weaning them will take some time.  D Is a shocking eater.  Kaden is much better but not great.  I don't know how it got that way.  I remember Scott only eating chips and ice cream all those years ago.  Back then as a 23 year old mother I knew nothing - just ass long as he was eating.  Now I'm older and apparently know more.  I'm more educated, more informed, more conscious about the needs of my children.  Or am I?  I don't know.  Scott is a strapping, healthy, fit, positive, community participant.  He plays sport, has a job, pays bills and has a long term steady relationship.  Obviously, chips and ice-cream didn't hurt him.  Maybe this food bandwagon is all a crock!

Anyway, I am going to continue to deliver meals with unprocessed brightly coloured vegetables on their plate.  I don't care that in order for them to get it down their throats, they must have everything drowned in gravy!  Ship it in.