Season's Greetings

Christmas comes but once a year and when it comes it brings good cheer...as the rhyme goes.  This is certainly a wonderful season to enjoy traditions old and new, even though the bitterly cold weather in England is more inspiring towards hibernating and to stay indoors.  The end of the year always brings that sense of needing to shed the old in order to make way for the new.  These are turbulent times, virtually everyone I know dealing with varying challenges and there's a general sense of stress in the air, with people constantly rushing, intolerant drivers, pushy customers and queues, all testing our patience.  My advice is simply just breathe.  Breathe deeply.  Let it go.

Be true to yourself, whatever testing circumstances you may be going through.  I've made my chosen charity donations and find it humbling to consider those with so much less. Give thanks for your own abundance.  Enjoy some simple pleasures whether taking the time to decorate your home for Christmas, savour the aroma of mince pies freshly baking and listen to some festive music.  See the light.  Amidst all the busyness take a moment to think about what makes you happy and make sure you weave that reality into your day.  Whilst wrapping your gifts remember that life is the most precious gift of all.  Tell those you love what they mean to you.  Treat yourself with kindness.  Let's celebrate the reason for the season and spread some joy to the world!

Wishing you and yours a very happy Christmas, full of peace and goodwill.

Autumn in Paris

True to the lyrics of the Cole Porter song I love Paris at any time of the year but to me Spring and Autumn are best. Being there at the end of October was particularly wonderful for so many reasons and above all whom I was with.  To share some inspirations of this fabulous city here are a few of my favourite things: the best croissant and individual jugs of delicious coffee for breakfast at Cafe de Flore whilst immersed in the total 'Frenchness' and history-infused atmosphere; walking along the elegant streets pondering on the lives of residents behind the smart doors and ornate ironwork balconies; that early morning anticipation of the new day in such an appealing capital lifting you up with it's energy; delectable displays at the Boulevard Raspail produce market requiring great resistance to buy ingredients for cooking when there's no home kitchen locally to return to; (I wonder if Ina Garten ever rents her apartment...what a dream that would be); beautiful fashion boutiques; chic displays at Bon Marche; impromtu street jazz providing the quintessential Saint-Germain vibe; perfectly chilled champagne...

Keeping to the Paris theme I'd highly recommend the recently released film "The Untouchables" based on a true story.  In French with English sub-titles the wry sense of humour is very entertaining and it's uncanny how the lead, Francois Cluzet, is truly a French Dustin Hoffman.  The unlikely story of a widowed millionaire paraplegic, result of a paragliding accident, plus his ex-con carer, has real character in the respect and fondness they develop for each other.  Watching it prior to my own Paris adventure was a great way of getting back into the language.

Last but not least I've just finished reading the New York Times best-seller book "Lunch in Paris" by Elizabeth Bard, equally charming this romance with recipes merges the American 'just do it' attitude with French joie de vivre.  A wonderful insight into one couple's happy ever after.  Food for the soul...

Autumn's progress

Even though I cling on to any shred of Summer for as long as I possibly can, the day comes when warmer clothes are needed, hot drinks are more appealing than cold and there's that slightly woody scent in the air that signifies the change in season.  The recent equinox heradling the official start of Autumn, followed by the powerful Harvest Moon means there's no denying the advance of this 'season of the mind' described in Jane Alexander's  excellent book 'The Natural Year' as a 'wake-up to the psyche after the langour of Summer'.  Jane explains how the key focus is on finding your path in life through assessing your career; making changes where necessary, trusting your intuition; fine-tuning your environment; becoming organised and managing stress.  

In the pagan tradition the Autumn equinox is seen as a festival of purification and September is a month of 'letting go'.  I think it's also fascinating that to the Chinese Autumn is a time for storing what's necessary and getting rid of what's no longer needed.  A time of clarity, relinquishing things both physical and emotional which no longer have a place in your life.  An inspiring concept the reality of which has far reaching impact, creating a sense of balance and being centred.

In letting go my sadness of Summer's end I shall embrace substituting outdoor swimming for walking and embark on a pleasurable time of nurturing, nesting, being aware there is always a choice - perhaps not in the outcome of a situation, but certainly in how we deal with it.  Whilst the colours of the leaves begin to change, I will be mindfully space clearing, completing a much overdue sort out of my wardrobes, gardening, preparing my home for the colder weather ahead and focusing on a fresh direction with work.  All within the framework of love, friendship, family and home that to me provides the best foundation for a truly fulfilling life. Relevant to any belief system I think Harvest Festival is a wonderful time to give thanks and enjoy the tradition of appreciating the fruits of the land.  This connectedness provides a rhythm to our year that irrespective of how quickly life may seem to be flying by, gives a sense of inner calm and grounding.

Time and Tide Wait for No Man...

As Summer turns and September begins to advance toward Autumn I'm always aware of the shift in season and sense of change that brings.  A time to consider how the rhythm of life goes on and nothing stays the same.  Locally to where I live is the charming and historic village of Bosham, situated on a peninsula between two tidal creeks, near Chichester in West Sussex.  Dating back to Saxon times this is the location where King Canute ordered the tide not to come in, as a lesson in mortality to his courtiers to prove he was 'just a king' and did not have special powers.  Irrespective of how we may try and control events in our own lives at some point it's necessary to acknowledge the need to 'go with the flow'.

I find it fascinating how Bosham has been a settlement for over a thousand years and with that the perpetual cycle of life through the ages.  A busy port at the time of the Crusades in the 12th Century it was traditional for Crusaders returning home from Constantinople and the Byzantine Empire to blunt the edges of their swords on the stones of the first church they came to.  Consequently to this day these marks of the cross can still be seen in the stone arch entrance to Bosham church.  Such a tangible connection with lives past across the centuries and realisation that we are each on this earth for a limited time.  Best then to make the most of every day and be aware of what's important. 

This poem called Late Fragment by Raymond Carver, who died at the age of 50, certainly makes you stop and reflect:

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.



 

Joys of Summer

(Image courtesy of Steven Morris)

Post Olympics and the incredible spectacle of the closing ceremony there's a collective chance to relax, reflect and rejoice in this special time.  A memorable Summer for many reasons and not just the vagaries of the English weather.  August traditionally brings the chance for taking some time off and celebrates Lammas, the ancient festival of transformation.  For crops planted in the Winter this is now the start of farmers' busiest time of year and harvest.  A chance for us too for metaphorically taking stock of our own lives. 

Whilst enjoying time at the beach walking along the shore and swimming in the refreshing ocean, I've re-read a gem of a book I discovered years ago "Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh.  As the cover succinctly states: "A modern-day classic...wise meditations on youth and age, love and marriage, solitude, peace, and contentment...ways to reconcile our most deeply personal needs with obligations to family, friends, lovers, and work, ways to separate loneliness from replenishing solitude, and ways to find solace in the simplest of daily tasks...Gift from the Sea serves as a spiritual compass guiding us toward inner tranquility in the face of life's deeper questions".  Personally I think this slim volume and treasure of a book is beautifully written.  It opens your mind in the gentlest of ways, provides a different perspective and with it the chance to give thanks for all that is good in our lives.  A welcome pause for thought.

Hastings, East Sussex

Having lapsed a couple of weeks since my last blog the motivation to spotlight Hastings as promised has waned, but I do feel compelled to still share the few hidden gems I enjoyed discovering in case you have a chance to go too.  Hastings is like the proverbial curate's egg and 'good in parts'.   Probably an impressive place to be in it's Regency heyday, the faded grandeur and down-at-heel appearance of so much of the town is now rather sad.   Tucked in the more appealing old town the cookery writer and photographer Alastair Hendy has painstakingly renovated a Georgian house to create his Homestore.  Like stepping back in time, the wooden floors, authentic shop fittings and general sense of living history provide a unique backdrop for his stock.  On the ground floor is a collection of household brushes for every possible use from cleaning bottles to radiators.  The impressive full spectrum display from feather to hard bristle brushes makes you want to buy at least one for chores you never previously considered. Unfortunately the kitchen annexe was closed when I was there, but Alastair cooks on site and it would have been a wonderful experience.  A compelling reason for me to return as I'm a total fan of his excellent book "Food and Travels Asia". 

The East and West lifts, a celebration of Victorian engineering, take visitors to the cliff top for views along the coast.  Along the beach front is the curious site of historical tall, narrow wooden black sheds housing fishermen's nets.  The fishing fleet is still active and the shore is crammed with huts selling the catch of the day.  Apart from the fishing and shipwreck museums, the new Jerwood Gallery for contemporary art is in stark contrast to the traditional architecture.  Closed when I was there, this space will really bring Hastings into the 21st century, probably with a jolt.  A trusty band of Hastings supporters is striving to uplift the offering of the resort.  Jo Fairley's traditional Judge's Bakery is a mecca for residents wanting fresh bread and traditional cakes; her Pomegranate restaurant looks very appealing and the Wellington Centre offering natural therapies is worth a visit.  There are some quirky individual boutiques and with some careful editing a short trip to Hastings is to be recommended.  I didn't manage to go to Maggie's on the beach, but for the best fish and chips in town that's where I'll head next time.  Just beware of the low flying seagulls that are apt to swoop and steal your ice cream cone straight out of your hand as you innocently walk along the shore.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...

Spontaneously deciding to have a couple of days away this week I headed to an area I'd never been to before, Camber Sands in East Sussex, combined with Rye and Hastings.  Dubbed 1066 country the area is certainly very historical, but I was there to enjoy beach walks and explore hidden charms.  Lured by superlative travel magazine editorial and an appealing website I booked to stay at The Gallivant hotel, with it's 'New England' style.  High expectations are usually hard to live up to and this was the case, when I checked in to my 'coastal double' small but functional room which could have done with a fresh lick of paint and the light bulb replacing above the only chair. If you're after a relaxing break I'd suggest booking a 'coastal deluxe' or the beach hut room to give you more space.  I'm probably being overly critical, but forget any romantic notion of a sea view - the front of the hotel overlooks the car park and back a housing estate. 

Thankfully the sky cleared to provide enough glimpse of the sun to lift your spirits.  I crossed the road and walked up over the dunes to reach the famous five-mile beach.  The field of wind turbines behind the hotel should have been a warning sign of this being a blowy area and the sand whipping along the beach left my legs tingling.  Undeterred and discarding my sandals, the soft sand felt surprisingly warm.  Only a few hardy souls were braving the beach, but I walked along the sea's edge, my feet invigorated by the refreshing water.  There's nothing like the uplifting boost of being in the elements and I returned to The Galliavant suitably ready for dinner.  I wanted to try the sparkling Gusbourne Estate blanc de blancs, Appledore, Kent, described on the wine list as the English equivalent of Comtes de Champagne from Tattinger, but clearly everyone else chose that too as it was out of stock.  Instead I had a glass of the Chapel Down Brut from Tenterden, also in Kent which was lovely.  My choice from the blackboard of whole dover sole with brown shrimp butter, pink fir potatoes, and shredded cabbage was perfectly cooked, simple and delicious, accompanied by a glass of chilled unoaked French Chardonnay.  Just a shame that dessert was a non-event (a shallow glass of rubbery rhubarb jelly with a teaspoon of raspberry ripple ice cream).

In addition to Camber Sands the Gallivant is well placed to visit Rye, only three miles away, where the restaurant at The George is certainly worth going to in conjunction with browsing the quaint shops and ancient architecture.  You can stay at the George too...Next time I'll tell you about my experience of Hastings.

Summer 2012

The beginning of July, high Summer and the promise of all that brings, but still not warm enough to shun my oh-so-English cardigan, even if the one I'm wearing today is a zingy lime green and fun to wear.  Last weekend the weather was even more dire.  Having ventured to East Wittering for a bracing walk by the sea I was virtually blown along like human flotsam and jetsam, by the type of penetrating wind that makes your ears throb.  My zodiac sign being Cancer I am drawn to water as the place I need to go to connect with source.  Whenever I need time to think it's my solace.  Such vastness and the infinity of the horizon puts things in perspective.  The churning sea spat out wetsuit clad adrenalin seekers on their surf boards; with faces in pinched expressions, all in pursuit of a few moments of bliss riding the whipped up waves before plunging into the foam.  I watched mesmerised by their choice to embrace the elements and seek exhilaration.  Whatever the weather I always enjoy being at the coast.  To be by the sea and soak up the ozone's restorative effects never fails to refresh and invigorate me.

I am at heart a Summer person and ongoing grey skies and rain have a negative effect on me.  Even though Professor Brian Cox in his stunning BBC Two series "Wonders of the Solar System" describes the huge benefit of rain cleansing the earth, I still crave warmth, blue skies and sunshine.  Interestingly in her book 'Spiritual Wisdom', author Claire Montanaro talks about the significance of the year 2012 when astronomically the sun will align with the Milky Way galactic centre at the solstice on 21 December. Such a galactic alignment only happens once every 26,000 years.   The Mayan calendar predicts both the alignment and a resulting change of human consciousness due to the completion of one era and the start of another.  Claire's view is that the solstices in June and December and the time leading up to them will be significant..."The realignment of our planet will result in some earth changes, such as volcanic activity and flooding in places...Humanity is entering the 'pause' period now between the two cycles, evidence of these changes is clear already through extreme and disruptive weather patterns in different parts of the world."  So we're in transition.  Perhaps I needed reminding the experience of living on earth is amazing and who am I to be craving better weather.  Happy month come rain or shine.

Lunch in Paris

Humming 'la vie est belle' in my head whilst waiting for the 06.26 train to Waterloo, I seemed to be the only person wearing any colour on the station platform already busy with early commuters.  Connecting to St Pancras and excitedly following the signs for Eurostar international departures, I was on my way to Paris just for the day, for lunch.  Despite clear announcements advising passengers on the services currently open for check-in a stressed French woman impatiently pushed ahead trying to beat the queue, in such a rush but going nowhere slowly.  Seething with frustration she swung her trolley on wheels around against the tide of travellers progressing through the security barriers.  I'm sure psychologists must mine a vast wealth of research on human behaviour simply by observing people in transit.  The cabaret had begun.  Through in the busy departures hall a large group of young Americans were being coralled by their tour leader shouting instructions to 'huddle' which they did to such an effect as to block anyone elses path through the area.  Struggling with their oversized luggage I was thankful to be travelling light.  Having only a handbag felt rather decadent for a foray to Europe, albeit a short trip.

Having met my dear friend Jo for her special birthday celebration, we took our seats on the 08.31 Eurostar service and sped to Paris.  A swift metro ride on arrival and we emerged into the sunshine of St-Germain to the sound of wonderful jazz floating through the air.  An impromptu trio had set up on the pavement comprising double bass, drums and upright piano, which set the uplifting tone of our day.  La vie truly is belle. 

Straight into retail therapy we emerged from the delightful emporium of Laduree clutching their signature green and gold carrier bags with boxes of exquisite macaroons of flavour sensations ranging from rose to reglisse (liquorice), via salted caramel, to pistachio.  Soaking up the atmosphere and browsing along rue Jacob we made our way to our lunch destination, Brasserie Lipp.  A famous Paris institution this wonderful restaurant serves quintessential French favourites with a traditional flourish.  Restored by a flute of champagne the menu did not require much consideration as I always order exactly the same main course there - brandade served with a green salad.  Deceptively simple this dish of salt cod with mashed potato may sound bland, but is anything but.  The light texture and satisfying taste are a revelation that I never venture beyond.  Accompanied by a glass of chilled Sancerre I was happy and so was Jo with the same combination, having never tried brandade before.  In true French style we chose cheese as the next course - a distinctive Hansi served with cumin seeds and a more familiar Brie de Meaux, served with the freshest of ficelle bread and unsalted butter, perfect with a glass of Bordeaux.  Rather full the prospect of dessert was too much, even though the house speciality mille feuilles is legendary, as is the rum baba.  Next time.  A strong coffee was the perfect boost before an afternoon shopping along rue du Bac, culminating at the fabulous Bon Marche department store.  Perhaps not many people go to Paris without seeing any of the sights, going to any of the galleries, or taking a bateaux mouches trip on the Seine, but I can't go to Paris without a visit to the impressive La Grande Epicerie food halls at Bon Marche.  A gourmet paradise I limited my purchases on the basis everything had to be carried back on the train.  The afternoon flew.  A welcome cup of tea with the chance to sit and watch Paris go by and then it was time to return to the Gare du Nord. 

Musing on the fact that life is what you make of it I then saw written on a shop window "c'est maintenant ou jamais"...it's now or never.  The accolade may have been to promote the special discounts in store, but what a poignant reminder to make things happen, do what makes you happy and always make time for the people and places that are important to you.  Time flies and so do the years.  Have no regrets. La vie est belle.

Diamond Jubilee Celebrations

Trumpet fanfares; gilded State coaches; pristine ceremonial uniforms; centuries of heritage and precisional planning contribute to create the fabulous pageantry that Britain does so well.  As I write this with the television on in the background, crowds of people waving flags are gathering in the Mall and outside Buckingham Palace for the balcony appearance of the Queen and Royal family on the fourth day of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations.  Truly an inspiration, the unique continuity provided by Her Majesty throughout her 60 year reign is awesome.  In true English fashion the weather has been challenging, but our steadfast Queen Elizabeth II has carried on regardless.  The huge energy, enthusiasm and patriotism of the British people supporting the occasion of the Diamond Jubilee has been incredible, but more so the uplifting reality of the Queen's dedication to her role.  Claxons sounding and the roars of the crowd drew me back to watch the televised fly past.  Impressive and moving to see.

Joining in my local neighbourhood party to mark the occasion on Sunday, I baked a traditional Victoria sponge decorated as the Union flag to share.  Everyone loves cake and what a great sense of community to come together and enjoy honouring our Monarch in a time honoured way with afternoon tea.  Long to reign over us, God Save The Queen.

Find the Ducklings

I was going to call this post 'reasons to be cheerful' following the run of grey, wet weather lately, which seemed to have dampened everyones' spirits and then I went for a walk locally to where I live and was enchanted by seeing a rather glamorous duck with her six baby ducklings flitting along the stream in a beam of sunshine.  Mill Road running along the side of Arundel Castle is a joy in all weathers, lined with tall majestic beech trees and displaying the wonders of nature in all her glory year round.  Seeing the adorable little chicks chirping away as they explored their new home was so delightful.  It made me realise we're surrounded by miracles every day, sometimes we just need to stop and appreciate them.

Another uplifting pleasure has been entertaining friends for dinner which gave me the excuse of baking something delicious for dessert.  The best feelgood factor that chocolate always delivers is hard to beat, so I decided to make a dark chocolate roulade filled with black cherries soaked in kirsch, lots of whipped cream, black cherry conserve for added zing and extra shavings of Montezuma's plain chocolate for decoration.  Illiciting responses of 'wow' I'm not sure who enjoyed the indulgence most, either my friends thinking they were in seventh heaven eating it, or me having the benefit of the aroma of baking filling the house and being in my own world preparing the treat.  Everyone was happy and with the bonus of leftovers the following day.

I've since made a double batch of chocolate almond cupcakes as a thank you gift and also to take to another friend who has just left hospital; plus made lemoncurd which is a firm family favourite.  So although I haven't ventured very far lately either for work or leisure, I have lots of exciting travel plans on the horizon to keep me in ancitipation of new directions ahead, but in the meantime have made the most of being somewhere I truly love to be, home.

Herald of Spring

The season of hope, new beginnings and the celebration of life, Spring ushers in an energy boost to raise spirits and with it the chance for reflection on the year's natural rhythm.  My small courtyard garden is currently a joy of fresh growth, vivid shades of green and Spring flowers.  A jug of cheerful "tete-a-tete" scented daffodils sits on my kitchen table.  I feel invigorated after my annual Spring detox, a gentle regime to loose that bloated feeling of putting on a few extra pounds over Winter.  Waistbands no longer feel tight and it's a relief to be comfortable again.

A natural time for de-cluttering Spring's a great time to have a sort out.  You have to let go of the old in order to make way for the new to enter.  Be realistic about what no longer suits your life and what you don't need.  Simplify, streamline and enjoy the sense of clear space.  Even being relatively tidy most of the time, I find those piles of magazines seem to multiply, full cupboards become ever denser, clothes that won't fit in wardrobes are packed away in spare suitcases and storing 'things that may come in useful' overflow into the garage and makes me realise I really do need to focus on taking stock of holding on to so many possessions.  Combined with a vigorous session of Spring cleaning, the end result of which always gives pleasure far beyond the motivation needed to tackle the task in the first place, de-cluttering truly re-energises your home.

I've subsequently been pondering on simple pleasures and easy changes to implement that make a big difference to the quality of life, so to share these thoughts with you:  Choose to spend time with people you find uplifting, not those you don't.  Make the most of each day, wear clothes that make you feel fabulous, raise the effort to look your best.  Be happy.  It's a state of mind acquired by daily practise. Ring the changes, see things from a different perspective, take Spring's fresh new growth as inspiration to try something new yourself.   Sow seeds for the harvest you'd like to reap in your own life as the year evolves. Breathe. Deeply. Smile and be thankful.  Life is for living.

Miss Sheila Scotter AM MBE

I've lapsed from writing my blog lately, no reason why and not for the lack of content, but as often happens in life the longer you leave doing something the harder it seems to become, even if the task is pleasurable.  Today I'm back on track, although for a sad reason as an extremely dear and close friend has just passed away.  It's her voice in my head encouraging me to just get on with it (infact giving me short shrift for procrastinating).   So in loving memory of Sheila Scotter I'd like to share some thoughts as to why she has been such an amazing inspiration in my life and the privilege of knowing her will continue to influence me even in her absence. 

Some people have incredible presence and Sheila was one of those, always dressed in her signature style of black and white.  I first met her through mutual friends 20 years ago when I went to live in Melbourne, Australia, having embarked on the type of adventure one undertakes in one's twenties that just evolves.  A Londoner by birth England was home and my original plan was to go to Sydney for a year to broaden my horizons.  I never did get to live in Sydney but  decided instead to go to Melbourne, even though I didn't know a soul there.  Described to me as 'formidable but loving' Sheila lived up to their words and took me under her wing.   

When I first knew her Sheila lived at 'The Stables' in Millswyn Street, South Yarra.  Professionally decorated there was a beautiful small walled garden planted only with carefully chosen green shrubs and white flowers, lit at night to become a delightful feature bringing the outdoors in.  Her subsequent home was my favourite of the two - a spacious, comfortable and chic apartment in the heart of Albert Park, Melbourne.   Ideal for entertaining as Sheila was the perfect host, the table was always beautifully laid and thoughtful touches of things on display relevant to her guests' interests were complemented with stunning flowers.  Having returned to the UK after my stint of living in Australia subsequently seeing Sheila on trips back over the years was always a highlight of my travels.  Our friendship continued through cards and phone calls across the miles and I shall miss the sound of her voice.  Even to the last, at the age of 91 her erudite advice and sharp observations had the same clarity of when I first met her.

Although Sheila's autobiography "Snaps, Secrets and Stories from my life" is widely known in Australia, not many people know of her earlier book "The Bedside Cookbook" - a fascinating collection of stories and recipes sourced through her own experiences of so many amazing people and places.  Having had the pleasure of helping Sheila organise a couple of her renowned fundraising gala evenings in aid of causes close to her heart such as the Australian National Ballet, I learnt so much - particularly the impeccable timing of running an event, including after dinner speakers to keep to 'three minutes max' as her briefing notes stated (irrespective of whomever they were).  Woe betide anyone who spoke for longer as they risked being admonished in front of the entire room of guests.

On Sheila's last trip to the UK I enjoyed a wonderful day taking her on a trip down memory lane to see her old school (St. Swithun's near Winchester, Hampshire) and for lunch in the New Forest, an area of her childhood that she loved.   Sheila's loyalty to her friends, generosity and great sense of humour may not have been so apparent to those who didn't know her well.  As Editor of Vogue Australia and founder of Vogue Living magazine Sheila truly blazed her own trail.  Ever practical, Sheila told me she had planned her funeral service to the last, including her desire to have an eco-conscious woven casket and to be buried in her white silk dressing gown.  Living on the other side of the world I'm so sorry that the distance means I won't be able to attend her funeral in Melbourne and pay my last respects in person.  So Sheila, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being such an incredible friend and mentor.  As you said to me when John Truscott passed away "I envy the angels".  They are in for a treat.  God Bless.  

Langkawi, Malaysia

I first heard of the island of Langkawi over 20 years ago, the place where a new found friend called Hani came from, but left to become an air-stewardess, married an Australian and subsequently lived in Canberra.  She was the best cook and seemed very exotic with her beautiful complexion and chic Asian style.  Intrigued by her descriptions of ancient tropical rainforests, stunning beaches and amazing food, I mentally stored the idea of going to Langkawi as a special place to experience.  Fast forward to five years ago and I finally made it.  The reality did not disappoint.  I've just enjoyed a return visit and was delighted to discover the five years since have not spoilt this wonderful island.  My favourite combination of places to stay was still as special and developments have only been good ones.  That's a rarity in a world where progress is turbocharged and secrets don't remain secrets long.  I'm happy to report the recent addition of the Temple Straits collection to the much loved Bon Ton Resort has added to the unique atmosphere.  Bon Ton is an almost magical place to be, offering stylish and individual accommodation in a collection of restored old Malay houses.  The Nam restaurant is casual Asian-fusion dining at its best. 

A leisurely 30 minute drive away on the coast the refurbishment at the Datai has ensured this smart but relaxed hotel will also remain on my list of travel highlights.  The Datai is an architectural feat of achievement, nestled in natural rainforest, complete with monkeys and birds, but leading down to a pristine beach and warm sea which is safe to swim in.  It's idyllic (and I haven't even mentioned the spa).  Although a new phase of beach villas is currently being built these are hidden from the beach by established vegetation and will enable guests to be lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sound of the sea, whilst surrounded in 21st century comfort and technology.  Thankfully devoid of any commercial influence the unspoilt simplicity of the Datai beach is one of my favourite places in the world.  The Four Seasons resort may offer super pavilions to stay in, but the beach is not comparable.   Unlike the Datai which looks out across the Andaman sea, the Four Seasons on the less appealing Tanjung Rhu beach has a view of a cement factory.  This is the single reason alone I would not want to stay there, however luxurious the rooms are.  When you come to paradise you don't want to be reminded of reality.

View from Kuala Lumpur

With a hot and humid tropical climate Kuala Lumpur, capital of Malaysia, is a vibrant year-round destination.  Offering probably the best views in KL Traders hotel looks across a landscaped park to the Suria KLCC centre and iconic Petronas towers, the highest twin towers in the world.  Since my last visit a new observation area has opened on the 86th floor (there are 88 floors in total) in addition to the impressive sky bridge linking the towers on levels 41 and 42 (the upper level being for office workers ease of access). The sense of height with bird's-eye view of the city is definitely worth experiencing as long as you don't suffer from vertigo, in which case don't even think about it.

There's always something special about a hotel exceeding expectations and never having been to the Traders Hotel before I was impressed by the highly professional and efficient staff able to anticipate guests' needs before they are aware of them.  Within minutes of check-in a dinner reservation at the Gobo Restaurant and spa appointment had been confirmed on my behalf, so I was able to enjoy a relaxing first night after an unexpectedly long journey from Borneo (flight delayed by over three hours).  My favourite hotel in KL, the Mandarin Oriental, is hard to beat with fabulous outdoor pool plus recently refurbished restaurants (including the excellent Mosaic).  Traders is their near neighbour situated at the opposite end of the Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre complex.

A short taxi ride away Lot 10 Hutong is a fun, informal place to eat.  Described as Malaysia's "Best of the Best" street comfort food, this is a collection of hawker-style stalls but with air-conditioning.  Or if you're shopping at the tempting Suria KLCC, take the escalator to the top floor and Madame Kwan's for award-winning Nasi Lemak (chicken with a sambal sauce, rice cooked with coconut milk, garnished with hard boiled egg), followed by light banana fritters and vanilla ice cream, both favourite dishes ordered by Malaysians.

KL is a dynamic destination, with the Government's target of becoming Asia's business hub.  The city is relatively young, having been established as a tin mining settlement in the late 1800's, but total transformation in the 130 years since has seen impressive growth and investment. Relics of the old remain with the preserved Central Market, now a cultural and shopping centre; and areas such as 'Little India'; plus 'Little China'.  As a complete contrast go trekking in natural rainforest situated just 30 minutes from the city centre.  Even with a weaker pound Malaysia offers really good value for money and a few days in KL combines perfectly with onward travel to enjoy more of the country and islands, or as a stopover on a longer trip. 

Selamat Datang! Welcome to Malaysia!

"Fish lip soup" in answer to my question enquiring what I was eating was not a response I wanted to hear.  My host explained it has replaced shark fin soup as the new delicacy in Chinese dining.  Discretely putting my spoon down I moved on to the next dish, sea snails, also challenging but more appetising as I convinced myself they were just like large cockles.  Perhaps I'm not as ambitious trying new things as I previously thought.  Thankfully the lobster salad and other dishes at the gala dinner I was a guest at were delicious.  I'm currently in Malaysia, a melting pot of cultures but predominantly Malay, Indian and Chinese, all of which are reflected in the diverse range of cuisine.  Instead of asking "How are you" on meeting, Malaysians say "Have you eaten?"  Food is top of everyones' agenda.

I began my trip in Sabah, the eastern state of Malaysia also known as Borneo. The flight to Kota Kinabalu, or KK as it's locally known, took two-and-a-half hours from Kuala Lumpur airport (after a 12.5 hour outward flight from London).  All within easy radius of KK I've seen orangutangs in their natural habitat; been to an award-winning marine conservation centre; travelled on the North Borneo steam railway as a step back to the colonial era; and enjoyed discovering the traditions of the five original tribes in Sabah all centrally demonstrated at the Mari-Mari Cultural Centre.

Staying at the Shangri-La Tanjung Aru Resort was fabulous and the perfect place for exploring the area.  For diving enthusiasts, bird-watching; trekking in tropical rainforest; and white-water rafting Sabah is the ideal destination for action and adventure. 

Stateside Gourmet

Ever since an American colleague introduced me to the fabulous "Barefoot Contessa" cookbook when it was first published in 1999 I've been hooked on the chic home-style of Ina Garten, the wonderful author.  So imagine my delight when I discovered that Ina is on the television food network uk every weekday evening at 7pm.  I found channel 49 by chance and am now a fan.  Glimpses of Ina's stunning East Hamptons 'barn' design property are not to be missed, with her fabulous kitchen and great entertaining space, as well as the beautiful walled garden full of abundant fresh ingredients.  Ina's warm, friendly and relaxed character provides ongoing culinary pleasure to family and friends.  Recent programmes in the back to basics series have covered everything from her trademark scrumptious brownies, to a simple old-fashioned meatloaf and also delicious Jewish chicken soup with matzo balls.  Comfort food to nourish the soul, which you just know is doing you good.  Countless tips for entertaining with easy short cuts, but never sacrificing taste or quality, are generously shared with viewers.  Her enthusiasm and joy in preparing and serving good food well are a pleasure to watch. Next time you feel in need of some cooking inspiration why not take a look at  www.foodnetwork.co.uk or www.barefootcontessa.com and the totally appealing world of Ina Garten.

Kung Hei Fat Choy!

... or Happy New Year, in celebration of the Chinese Year of the Dragon which began on Monday 23 January 2012.  A special time to remember the family and wish everyone peace and prosperity in the months ahead.  Over a sixth of the world's population celebrates the Chinese New Year, the most important festival in Chinese culture.  I'm not sure why I have such an affinity with the Far East, but many of the customs and rituals have great appeal.  The date of this lunar festival varies from year to year, but always occurs on the new moon in late January / early February  (next year's falls on 10th February).  Houses are cleaned throughout to dispose of any remaining back luck from the old year and clear the way for new good luck to enter; special food is prepared; red and gold decorations to symbolise luck and wealth are displayed indoors and around entrances, as well as beautiful blossom and symbolic plants such as mandarin oranges. Traditionally parents and grandparents give children Hong Bao, red gift envelopes, containing sweets or money.  Buying new clothes and having a hair cut are also very popular to make the most of this auspicious time.  Along with the chance to reflect and give thanks, celebrations from feasting to and fireworks creates such collective positive energy and attitude.  The outcome is a wonderful sense of uplift and optimisim for the future.  So wherever you are, may good fortune come your way: Kung Hei Fat Choy!

Natural Beauty

Little did William the Conqueror realise in 1079 that establishing a new and protected hunting ground in Hampshire would still be true to his original vision nearly one thousand years later.  Vast, rugged and home to thousands of ponies, the ancient woodlands of the New Forest are a cherished area of natural beauty.  There's much to explore from the Beaulieu estate to Buckler's Hard historic village where ships for Nelson's fleet were built.  Only 90 minutes from London the region also provides the perfect setting for three of my favourite places to stay in the UK.  Each property ticks all the boxes for my essential criteria of fabulous spa facilities and delicious food, plus great surroundings.  This past weekend I have been fortunate to enjoy a few days away incorporating all three hotels, although just from one base, so I couldn't resist sharing these gems with you.

Lime Wood near Lyndhurst has only been open a couple of years and the Herb House spa just half that time, but has already proved to be the perfect country retreat.  With just 29 bedrooms and suites the main part of the hotel is original regency architecture with the additional accommodation newly built to be in keeping.  The David Collins interiors are very chic and you feel you'd simply like to move in.  I haven't experienced the spa yet but will return to try the Bamford signature treatment when I'm able to stay and don't need to drive anywhere afterwards.  To relax in such stylish surroundings and be able to make the most of the tempting dining options is a real treat. 

Carey's Manor Hotel is a firm favourite with my family and we have been countless times since I was a child.  Based in Brockenhurst it's a four star hotel compared to the five star standard of the other two properties mentioned, but the friendly service and comfortable rooms (I prefer the garden wing to the main house) are significantly less than the cost of staying at the more luxurious choices.  The food is delicious and the Thai inspired Senspa excellent, particularly as the Thai therapists offer the best authentic Thai massage you'll find this side of Bangkok (with the exception of Kanika at Claridge's).  Carey's Manor Hotel is perfect for a relaxing break and a welcoming place to return on a regular basis.  

Chewton Glen is the 'grande dame' of English country house hotels and ranked as one of the 'World's Best Hotels' in the 2011 Conde Nast Traveller Awards.  Located at New Milton and set in 130 acres, there are 58 smart bedrooms and suites.  Great for celebrating special occasions Chewton Glen has a timeless charm.  To me the only minor drawback  (apart from the expense) is that the hotel seems victim of it's own success and often feels too busy at weekends.  Popular for weddings and with groups of visitors taking afternoon tea there are sometimes many more people around than guests staying and this can detract from the leisurely atmosphere you'd expect.  That aside it's a wonderfully indulgent place to go.  

A short break in January following the frenzy of the festive season is such a boost and a real tonic, providing inspiration and motivation to make the most of the new year.  I could happily repeat the prescription on a regular basis to maintain that fabulous feel-good factor over the coming months. 

Happy New Year!

"No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit."  This inspiring quote by Helen Keller is on the January page of the beautiful wall calender for 2012 I've put up in my study, designed by the wonderful American heart and home exponent, Susan Branch.  With the start of the year comes fresh beginings and where better to feel invigorated than at the coast.  The tang of salt air, keen wind and bright sun were a real tonic when I went to the Witterings in West Sussex for a walk on Monday, the last official working day off of the festive break.  Looking across to the Isle of Wight, I enjoyed the elemental beauty of the waves and sense of new horizons.  A few hardy kite surfers and wind surfers were out in their wetsuits slicing through the waves at great speed, being whipped along by strong gusts.  I'm sure the sensation must be exhilarating, but the cold water and fierce wind didn't appeal to me. So as a whole new year starts to unfurl, sieze the moment, go where your heart draws you and enjoy this gift of life.  An optimistic outlook achieves far more pleasure than may be imagined.