Jane Austen’s Box Hill

When my aunt mentioned today that we would be going to Box Hill for a picnic, I thought the name sounded familiar. It is in Surrey and my aunt said it probably was mentioned for the Olympics since it formed part of the cyclists track during London 2012.

However on arriving to the top of Box Hill in Dorking, next to Riagate, a snapshot of the scenery brought me to my senses. I was taken back to Emma, the books by Jane Austen, and the picnic that turned out to be disastrous after Emma terribly misbehaved and was told off by the lovely Mr. Knightley, after which she cried all the way home. This was the saving grace of the book for after this chapter I couldn’t put the book down. In  my A level, my essay was about this scene and I could now see that Austen must have been here since it was described perfectly. She must have spent some time here, although I know she spent her last eight years somewhere in Bath.I must visit the museum sometime soon!

(I found this picture on this blog which I have fallen in love with! http://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/2008/03/21/emma-picnicking-on-box-hill/ . It gives a history of picnics and the literature and British culture)

Box Hill, as the name implies,is on a large hill. This means that the views are beyond picturesque! Here are a couple of pictures! It was interesting to see planes land in far-away Gatwick and up close the magpies swooping through low hanging trees. A good place for walks and nibbles and playing for children; April, my four-year old 2nd cousin had a whale of a time!

I thoroughly enjoyed the day with my aunt and uncle, and I have seen that Surrey is full of hidden treasures.



London Town

June 23rd – Day 1 in Guy’s Hospital

Dear Diary,

Enthralling. Exciting. Enticing. Invigorating. What’s not to love in London? Is it really London that makes me feel so giddy or a culmination of childhood dreams becoming reality. Working in London. Breathing London air. Merging with the London crowd.

I guess one might ask: What is so special about standing in a sardine-packed train to Waterloo station to make your way on your commute to Guy’s Hospital – one of the best renowned hospitals in the UK?

Sensational. Incredible. The notion of walking out of the station right under the shard. Looking out of the train window and seeing the London Eye and the Big Ben. Going home with a folded London Evening Standard and a season ticket ready to whip out every couple of metres.  Isn’t it the perfect image of grown ups.

The activities, opportunities are boundless in London. Borough Market, London Bridge, the Tate – all walking distance from Guy’s. What’s not to love in London Town!? Best.City.In.The.World.

And let’s not forget Guy’s. The terribly brilliant experience surrounded by renowned Genetic Counsellors, expertise living in wait in the Borough wing! Did you know that over healthy babies have been born out of the PGD unit there? All the members are lovely and helpful. I can;t wait to absorb as much as possible and try my hand at a few things!

Thoughts on packing day

1. I feel completely justified in eating 1/4 of a marble cake and downing it with what’s left of the wine. Waste is a sin after all. I don’t feel justified in mixing noodles and spaghetti to make my last meal in Cardiff. My parents would be so proud (Not).

2. In the process of trying to use up all my shower gel and hair products I now smell of a combination of raspberries, eucalyptus, honey and apricots. No wonder I have a headache!

The beautiful smell!

3. Isn’t it ironic that the time you thoroughly clean your flat is when you are leaving, prompting exclamations such as:’ I thought I brought that with me from Malta’! and ‘Didn’t know there were shoes in this box!’

4. I was so bored that I decided to watch a random programme on ITV player. Pity it was I Wanna Marry Harry. Could not last five minutes before my brain cells were screaming.

5. In cleaning my cupboard I could surmise that I have used about 400 teabags in the course of my stay here. This does not include tea at Rod or any other tea consumed. Should I be worried about my tea addiction consumption?

6. Is it still called charity when you are giving away things on the sole reason of not having space?

7. Despite complaining about lack of space, I still found space to fit in Bubbles. My aunt, I fear, will not be amused.

Allons-y Liberty House, you’ve been kind to me! Speak to all from my lovely temporary accommodation in the beautiful Woking.

One year on : The weather

Do not believe them when they warn you about the weather. Do not believe them when they say you will never experience Summer in the UK.  Undoubtedly I have been lucky this year but the scares compelled to be wholly unprepared for the Indian Summer we are witnessing in Cardiff and other parts of the UK. This, of course, means that I have no summer wardrobe, no sunscreen and no sunglasses. Therefore as my scout husband would say : Always be prepared.

Walking home from the city centre today for the last time this year, I could almost hear a beach playlist playing in my head. You know, the type you would hear in the background as you’re sauntering across Ghadira bay for one of those Jamaican slushes from the kiosk (though you’re more likely to be hopping-running rather clumsily in the burning hot sand, but let’s not cut the romance!). The first thing I did on arriving was finding my previously saved Summer playlist off Youtube and play it for the first time in over a year.

Here is one just for you: