Things I liked about Geneva

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Geneva - Jet d'Eau
I’ve just returned from my first visit to Geneva in Switzerland. I found it to be a very pleasant, leafy, civilised sort of place. Here are some things I liked about it during my short stay:

•    Restaurants that specialise in fondue
•    Stunning views of the lake, with loads of small sailing boats on the water and snow-capped mountains beyond
•    Seeing buses with the destination “CERN”
•    UN buildings – and other organisations dedicated to improving the world – are everywhere
•    The massive fountain in the lake, the Jet d’Eau
•    There are lots of trees
•    There are lots of nice parks, including one with loads of giant chess sets
•    The buses are punctual
•    There are lots of chocolate shops
•    The hotels give you free public transport vouchers, and there’s a machine at the airport that gives you a free ticket into town. Every city should have that!
•    There are lots of ex pats, but they’re intelligent ex pats (not the Tenerife/Costa del Sol variety)
•    It’s not crammed with tourists
•    The weather (at least when I was there) was neither too hot, nor too cold

Looking forward to my next visit already!

Book review: Lost London, 1870-1945

I’ve had my eye on this weighty volume from English Heritage for a long time, and was delighted to find it on sale in Blackwell’s for £20 reduced from £30 (it’s also available on Amazon for the same price). Having seized this excellent bargain, I can honestly say that I have enjoyed every last fascinating page.

Lost London is a collection of incredible photos of London taken between 1870 and 1945, which all come from an archive held by English Heritage. I actually collect old photographs myself, so the subject matter is naturally of interest to me, but this informative book also taught me an awful lot that I didn’t know about London in days gone by.

I had rather expected that the devastation of Second World War bombing would be the dominant theme of the book, but in fact only the last (comparatively short) chapter concentrated on that dark chapter in London’s history. The insight these photos give into what London was like during the war is truly eye-opening and horrifying. Though many of the photos in the collection from this period show churches, because these were deemed the most architecturally significant and therefore worth recording, the photos are a vivid reminder of the extent of the bomb damage: scarcely a building in the photos from this period has survived unscathed, and even those left standing have windows blown out. It’s a terrifying thought.

But the war wasn’t the only thing responsible for the destruction of vast numbers of London’s historic buildings: many were purposefully demolished long before the Luftwaffe struck, to make way for road widening and that sort of thing. Even after the war, buildings that could have been refurbished were knocked down to make way for new housing that would aim to eradicate the terrible poverty that had characterised large swathes of London for decades. These were the days before people were concerned about conservation, and a great many remarkable buildings surviving from as far back as before the Great Fire have been lost.

Many of the photos in Lost London depict buildings on the verge of demolition, their interiors stripped and awaiting their fate. As one might expect, some of the ill-fated buildings in these photographs were grand houses; with fortunes changing after the First World War and the subsequent decline of the traditional aristocratic lifestyle brought about by the blurring of class boundaries during the war, many stately homes were destined to be demolished. One picture in the book shows one such house with objects such as mirrors laid out along the centre of the room ready for auctioning off.

Other buildings, now lost, were of great historical interest; for instance the premises of Edgington & Co Ltd in Bermondsey, a local landmark for the mural over its entrance. Edgington’s was a supplier of tents, awnings and sails, and included among its illustrious portfolio the flags for HMS Victory and tents for David Livingstone and Scott’s Antarctic expedition. It was demolished in 1967. Such a pity. Another fascinating image shows an old coaching inn, now lost, once frequented by the likes of Dickens.

Lost London gives a good sense of how London used to look and provides fascinating glimpses into the past. For instance, I had no idea that weatherboarded buildings were so common, nor that buildings in narrow streets often had mirrors mounted off them to reflect light into rooms – an ingenious way of combatting the gloom of narrow alleyways. I’d never have imagined that some of the worst poverty in the city could be found in one of its wealthiest areas, Westminster, nor that astonishingly rural scenes could be found in London. These were the result of surviving buildings from smaller villages being swallowed up by relentless urban sprawl. Peckham was one such village, and one particularly interesting photograph shows a farmhouse that survived as a reminder of Peckham’s rural roots. That too was demolished, and how very different the scene is today.

It is the people as much as the buildings that contribute to the immense interest of these photographs, both those in which people are posing and those depicting people going about their everyday lives. In many cases the photographer has attracted a significant level of interest, and in addition to the groups of people posing for the camera, faces can be seen leaning out of windows watching what’s going on. It’s hard to believe how different life is a hundred years later, when everyone has a mobile phone and every mobile phone has a camera.

This collection of photographs is astonishingly atmospheric and in many cases deeply poignant. The one that stands out most in my mind shows three boys from the East End, a notorious hotspot of crime and poverty, two of whom are so poor that they are barefoot. This is the London that Dickens would have known, and such images bring his street urchins vividly to life. Images of such abject poverty are a stark reminder that while there is much that we might mourn the loss of in the way of historic buildings, the changes to London since these moments were captured have not all been for the worse.

I did it My Way

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It doubtless seems a little odd for a girl still more or less at the beginning of her career (that’s me) to relate so strongly to a song famously and very obviously associated with a man nearing the end of his. But leaving aside the issue of my own early onset old age, I think that Frank Sinatra’s My Way carries an important message:  to thine own self be true.

This is a message upon which I have been dwelling a lot recently, and one to which I endeavour to adhere increasingly strongly as life speeds past ever faster and people question the choices I make in life. To be able, in old age, to look back on life and be able to say that one has lived it to the full, with few regrets, that one has loved and laughed through the good times and stood tall through the tougher times – that must be a fine feeling indeed.

Of course, things don’t always go our way. We can’t always get what we want. But no matter what life throws at us, no matter what snide remarks other people may make about us or how many difficult situations we may be placed in, it’s imperative that we stand by our own principles and what we believe to be right. One must never allow external pressures of any kind force a compromise.

Just thinking aloud – a bit of random Monday philosophising for you there!

Film Review: Midnight in Paris (contains spoilers)

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Great cities are at their most romantic at night, and that’s a fact. For Gil Pinder, the protagonist of this delightful film, Paris is even more romantic when the clock strikes midnight and he is transported back in time to the roaring 20s.

Midnight in Paris is the latest offering from one of my all-time favourite directors, Woody Allen. I knew I was going to absolutely love this film because I’ve loved all Woody Allen’s recent films, and Midnight in Paris certainly didn’t disappoint. Woody Allen clearly loves Paris, devoting a lengthy opening sequence simply to scenes of the city in sunshine and rain, day and night.

Paris (like Rome, my favourite city and incidentally the subject of Woody Allen’s next film) is a city in which history is palpable, an idea Allen plays with to wonderful effect. Wandering the streets of Paris alone one night, Owen Wilson’s character, a Hollywood scriptwriter-cum-struggling-novelist, becomes lost (just as he has arguably lost his way in life). As midnight strikes a 1920s car pulls up and a group of stylishly-dressed party-goers urge him to get in the car with them. They take him to a party at which Cole Porter is singing at the piano and the first person he meets introduces herself as Zelda – and immediately you know it’s going to be Zelda Fitzgerald, wife of F. Scott, who lo and behold comes over shortly afterwards. Over the course of the next few nights, Gil goes back in time again and again, meeting a whole host of literary and artistic greats – Hemingway, Picasso, Matisse, Dali; the list goes on. Fittingly, it is to the Surrealists that he admits that he is a time traveller, a fact that they don’t bat an eyelid at.

But time travel is only the superficial theme of the film; nostalgia is what the film is really about. Gil’s novel features a man who works in a ‘nostalgia shop’ – a charming way of describing an antiques shop. Gil longs for what he sees as the ‘Golden Age’ of 1920s Paris, but when he gets there and meets (and falls for) Picasso’s mistress, the beautiful Adriana (Marion Cotillard), he finds that she longs for what she sees as the Golden Age of the 1890s. When they find themselves in the 1890s, hobnobbing with the likes of Degas, they find that the artists they meet long for the Golden Age of the Renaissance.

It’s very easy to be nostalgic when we’re trying to escape from an unhappy present, to look back at the past with rose-tinted spectacles. Gil seeks refuge in the past because he is stuck in a relationship with a woman he doesn’t really love – a woman who lacks his romantic nature and who is unable to love Paris the way he does. Luckily the film ends on a hopeful note; having left his awful fiancee, Gil chooses not to return to the 1920s and instead finds himself walking through the rain across the Seine with the pretty girl from the real-life ‘nostalgia shop’ he has visited by day. He realises that in the right place, the present can be Golden too.

When you love a city as much as Gil loves Paris (and as much as I love Rome!) it’s so easy to get swept up in the romance of it and to imagine that magic really can happen. And I think we all need magic in our lives, which is why I recommend this film whole-heartedly to anybody who has ever loved a city, and to anybody who, like me, has ever felt that they were born in the wrong era.

Oh, and watch out for the surprisingly lovely part played by Carla Bruni.

My Life in Bing Maps

This is a post inspired by Rob Ousbey, whose idea for a ‘life in Bing Maps pictures‘ appealed to me enough that I decided to replicate it with some important places in my own life to date. I have to say, I normally use Google Maps, so this was an interesting exercise in using the competition! This isn’t a fully comprehensive history, as I’m leaving out the last places we moved as my parents still live in that town, and I’m not including my grandparents’ houses, where I also spent a lot of time growing up. I’m also not including where I currently live, for obvious security reasons! Anyway, without further ado…

Born – Hammersmith, London
Yes – this country girl was originally a Londoner, albeit for just for the first three months of my life. I was born in Queen Charlotte’s Hospital, seen here from above. My mum chose this hospital on the advice of her doctor, who advised her that this was where she should go “if she wanted to be posh”. Years later, managing the Oxford University Student Chorus, I was to discover that both my fellow choir committee members were born in the same hospital – small world!

Earliest childhood memories – Clitheroe, Lancashire
Hard to believe it considering I’m now very much what my Newcastle Grandad calls a ‘Southern Softie’ (i.e. I’m not very good with the cold), but the early years of my life unfolded in the Lancashire town of Clitheroe. My earliest childhood memories are of our house by the river, including my first pumpkin carving session and my first taste of tea. I’ve never had tea since, and ironically I was also very scared of helicopters when I was little.

Happiest childhood years – Frome, Somerset
I absolutely loved our house in Frome. It looked right across the valley to Westbury White Horse, and at Christmas time we could see the charity Father Christmas sleigh doing the rounds of the town and hear the carols drifting across the valley on the wind. Absolutely magical memories and the happiest years of my life.

Where I spent all my spare time growing up – Brookover Farm
We were fortunate enough to grow up surrounded by horses, and I recall spending virtually all our spare time at Brookover Farm, our local riding school, which was where we kept our cheeky devil of a pony Oliver. Looking back, it was very idyllic – roaming the fields with Oliver, helping out at the riding school and pretending we were in the Famous Five. I fell off horses more times than I can remember and thinking about it, I suppose it taught me to pick myself up immediately after a set-back and just carry on.

The University years – St John’s College, Oxford
I was ecstatic to be offered a place at St John’s College, Oxford, and it really became home during my three years there. St John’s really looks after its students, and being there opened up a lot of opportunities that I would never otherwise have had. It’s the richest college and was extremely generous to all its students with travel and book grants, for which I am eternally grateful.

A month on a dig - Lefkandi, Greece
As part of my Classical Archaeology and Ancient History degree I was required to do a minimum of two weeks of fieldwork. Having previously been to Italy, I was keen to go somewhere new, so my tutor recommended I go to Lefkandi – mainly, I think, because he wanted the inside gossip on what the latest findings were without having to await publication. But it was also Oxford University led, and I joined two others from my course on a swelteringly hot July after our first year exams. The dig was a famous site on the island of Evvia – known in ancient times as Euboea – and it was right by the sea. I spent a happy if somewhat exhausting month out there, and we also spent a long weekend in Athens before our return home.

Where I learned to fly – Bicester Airfield
During my second year I took up gliding at very preferential student rates. It’s ignited what I don’t doubt will be a life-long enthusiasm. Bicester Airfield is a former RAF base and is the largest grass airfield in Europe, I believe. Sadly Bing has used two different photographs for this part of its map! The number 1 marks the spot where I would wait in the cold and dark for the dreaded X5 bus home to Oxford after a day’s flying.

Falling in love with Rome – The British School at Rome
During my second ‘long vac’ (summer holidays, to those not familiar with Oxford University jargon), I spent two fabulous weeks on a summer school in Rome, staying at the extremely Oxford-College-like British School at Rome. Our days were filled with exploring Roman ruins, our evenings with delicious meals in the courtyard and fascinating lectures from our supremely charismatic lecturer. It was perfect. I fell in love with Rome wholeheartedly, and have returned many times since.

Where I go for my holidays – Rome (again)
The love affair continues – I go to Rome at least once a year. It’s addictive, and I throw my coin in the Trevi Fountain every single visit to ensure my return. It hasn’t failed me yet.

Abel and Cole – old-fashioned, friendly service in the 21st century

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, organic fruit and veg company Abel and Cole are just so great. I cannot sing their praises enough, and I wanted to introduce them to those of you who haven’t yet discovered them!

As part of my healthy new lifestyle I now get a weekly box of fruit and veg from Abel and Cole and it’s totally worth the money. It encourages me to try stuff I wouldn’t normally buy and to eat way more healthily than I was. It also means you eat with the seasons – so rather than eating imported, insipid stuff all year round, like you get in the supermarket, you eat stuff that’s meant to be eaten for the time of year – and it tastes so much better.

This is what a box from them looks like. This is the 1-2 person box of mixed fruit and veg, and as you can see, apart from the tomatoes you don’t get all the unnecessary packaging that you do from a supermarket. You get different stuff each week but there are usually the staples like potatoes and carrots.

With each delivery you get recipe suggestions for inspiration, and you get loads of free stuff too! I’ve been with them a month and so far have received eggs and milk with my boxes as a surprise. It doesn’t even matter that I’m out at work – they just put the box in the back garden for me! Even better, they take away last week’s box for recycling! And you can tell them if there’s stuff you don’t like and they’ll substitute it for something else. You can also skip deliveries if you’ve still got plenty left from the week before.

Their customer service is second to none – when I had a query, I went on their website with a view to emailing them and found that they have live chat. It was nearly 10pm and there was a friendly person online to answer my questions! How great is that!

In this day of impersonal corporate giants, it’s such a refreshing change when you find gems like Abel and Cole who really know how to take care of their customers. It’s the 21st century equivalent of going into the village greengrocer. You rarely get service like that anymore and when you find it, you have to cling to it and make sure everybody knows about it!

Anyway, if you want to order your own box, mention my name when you order and you’ll get something free!

How to Make Blueberry Muffins

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This simple and delicious recipe is another from Nigella Lawson, and for once I’m actually sticking to her recipe instructions. As she advises, these are delicious for breakfast or snacking throughout the day, and if you do want them for breakfast you can weigh out the dry ingredients the night before to save time in the morning. They only take 20 minutes to cook! Here’s how it’s done.

Ingredients
75g unsalted butter
200g plain flour
1/2 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
2 teaspoons baking powder
75g caster sugar
pinch of salt
200ml of buttermilk (or 100g yogurt + 100ml semi skimmed milk)
1 large egg
200g blueberries

Step 1
Line your muffin tins with pretty cases. Preheat the oven to 200 degrees C. Melt the butter and allow to cool a bit.

Step 2
Mix together the buttermilk (or yogurt/milk combination), egg and melted butter in a measuring jug.

Step 3
Mix together the flour, bicarbonate of soda, sugar, baking powder and salt in a bowl. Add the liquid mixture and roughly mix in (don’t worry about lumps).

Step 4
Carefully fold in the blueberries.

Step 5
Spoon them into the cases and bake for about 20 minutes, until golden and firm.

Step 6
Enjoy!

Big Newsy Update

It’s been a while since I’ve written on this blog because I’ve had my head down concentrating on, well, improving my life. So I thought I would write a bit of a news-based post to update you all on what’s been going on in the last couple of months!

New job!
By far the biggest change in my life has been the fact that I now have a new job. For reasons which I fear it would be impolitic to disclose here, I made the difficult decision to leave SEOptimise after working there for over a year and a half. I learnt a lot and made some great (and I have no doubt long-lasting) friendships there and it was a tough decision, but for numerous reasons I think it was the right one.

I have now joined a lovely company called Torchbox, an ethical web design and development agency specialising primarily in the charity and not-for-profit sector. I have joined as Search Marketing Manager and am really looking forward to the challenges of this new role and working on some truly worthwhile causes. The company is full of very interesting, individual and intelligent people, who have all made me feel welcome. The office is lovely and even has a dog – an adorable elderly Labrador called Stanley!

Even better, Torchbox is situated on the picturesque Cornbury Park estate, the second largest estate in Oxfordshire (after Blenheim Palace). I’m not at all sad to have traded in the Oxford Science Park for the beautiful surroundings of the Cornbury Park lakes and deer park, and since I am very much a country girl at heart, the rural environment suits me down to the ground. And all this is just five minutes’ drive from my house, or a beautiful 20 minute walk if the weather’s nice. So I save a fortune in petrol, don’t have to leave the house until 8.50am and can have lunch at home if I want to! I can’t believe my luck (long may it last!)!

New house!
A couple of months ago I received the sad news that the elderly owner of the beautiful cottage I rented had passed away. I was told that it would be up to the beneficiaries of her will as to what would happen to the cottage – whether I could continue to rent it, or whether it would be sold. I’ve always hated uncertainty, and in the face of it, I decided to start looking for another house in Charlbury. It’s a popular village and houses don’t come up that often, and I knew I wanted to stay here. On the spur of the moment I responded to an advert on the Charlbury website and within hours I’d been to view it – just a couple of roads down from my cottage. I fell in love with it and ended up getting it! I’m really happy here – it doesn’t have the historic character of the cottage, because it’s a lot more modern – but it’s a heck of a lot warmer and less damp! And quieter, not being situated on a crossroads, as the cottage was. I do miss the cottage sometimes, especially the view, but overall this has been a step up in overall comfort.

New car!
My aged Fiat – known affectionately as Giuseppe – all but gave up the ghost on the Easter weekend last month, and so with a lot of help from my dad I have acquired a rather marvellous new car, a nearly new Ford KA Zetec (one of the new models, not those silly-looking bubble car things). I have called it Kingsley – KA, get it? I could not be more pleased with it, and nor could I have been more pleased that I didn’t have to drive to Lancashire and Newcastle in the ailing Giuseppe the following week.

So as you can see, there’s been a fair amount of upheaval and stress, but it’s definitely all been worth it. It always annoys me when people complain about their lives but make no effort to improve things; it’s a cliche, but life’s too short to be miserable all the time! My new life isn’t perfect – nobody’s is! But it’s a great deal better than it was, and worth the hard work and determination. So look forward to more regular blog posts from me henceforth!

Facing my fears: my first venture into public speaking

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Last night saw me facing one of my fears and stepping way outside my comfort zone in my first attempt at public speaking. It’s another one to tick off my list of New Year’s Resolutions and I definitely feel a sense of achievement from having done this.

The event I was speaking at was a local networking event for people in the digital industry – OxonDigital. I gave a talk about link building and covered a range of link building techniques that businesses can use to strengthen their websites. The material I covered was all to do with the things I do in the day-to-day course of my job, and with an audience of about 50 people, it was a good introduction to public speaking.

I had obviously given presentations before – to clients, fellow students at university, colleagues and so forth – but never to a group of this size and in this kind of setting. I was really nervous beforehand, but I worked hard to overcome nerves and hope that I came across as more confident than I actually was! I had lots of lovely comments on Twitter after the event, so it seems to have gone down well with the audience, which is a massive relief!

I won’t say “I don’t know what I was so worried about”, because that would be untrue. I know exactly what I was worried about: making a fool of myself, crumbling under pressure, not speaking coherently. It was a big deal for me – that’s why it was one of my New Year’s Resolutions, because it was something I felt would benefit both my personal and professional development. I think it’s always good to challenge oneself by placing oneself in unfamiliar and maybe even scary situations.

So what did I think of the actual experience of public speaking? A lot of people had told me that I would get a massive adrenaline rush after the talk and that I’d want to do lots more of it. I didn’t really experience this, however. I’m glad that I did it – I’m glad to have confronted one of my fears, and glad to have been given the opportunity to raise my profile in the local digital community. It wasn’t as scary as I was expecting and I have no doubt that I could now get up and speak in front of big groups again without a problem. But I wouldn’t say that it gave me a massive thrill or adrenaline rush – just a feeling of satisfaction, increased confidence and yet more professional experience under my belt.

If you’re interested, here are the slides from my presentation:

The Woman in Black – or Daniel Radcliffe Looking at Things

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The thing I like about going to the cinema is that, for a precious couple of hours, one can forget all about one’s own troubles and absorb oneself completely in the trials and tribulations of someone else. Stress levels seem to have increased steadily since the start of the year and life seems to have reached something of a fever pitch, and in such situations it takes a deeply creepy movie to make one forget, momentarily, about the world outside. The Woman in Black certainly fitted the bill this evening.

I should start by saying that I haven’t read the book – so I’m approaching the film from the point of view of someone who doesn’t know the story. I have, however, read (and studied) another Susan Hill novel, I’m the King of the Castle, and I recognised some of the themes from that equally unsettling novel cropping up in The Woman in Black – things like the ominous crow, the unnerving scenes in the woods, the alarming use of the colour red in a film which has purposefully been shot with a grey filter to heighten the grimness. Susan Hill is masterful at creating a creepy atmosphere, and I thought they’d done a good job of translating that to screen – with the help of some old horror classics: a haunting score, cobwebs, heavy rain, thick fog, and of course a liberal helping of exceptionally creepy dolls and stuffed animals.

The Woman in Black tells the story of a young widower (Daniel Radcliffe) who’s sent to sort through the papers of a recently deceased woman, whose house – or someone lurking in it – is at the centre of a chilling series of incidents in which local children meet violent deaths under mysterious circumstances. In an inspired plot device, the house is located on an island deep in perilous marshes, and is only accessible at low tide – creating a feeling of true, haunting isolation that only an island can truly evoke. In a way it’s just a classic haunted house/ghost story, but it does a good job of creating suspense and I spent a hefty proportion of the film with goosebumps, feeling chilled to the bone! I don’t really go in for scary films as a general rule and I’d say this is the scariest I’ve seen. It was definitely a lot scarier than The Others.

This is Daniel Radcliffe’s first film since the epic culmination of the Potter adaptations, and it’s clear that he’s matured a lot as an actor. I did find it slightly implausible that he’s supposed to be a married father of a four-year-old, but he was actually pretty good. The friend I went with said that someone had described the film to him as “Daniel Radcliffe looking at things”, which is a reasonable assessment, as extended sequences are devoted to Radcliffe creeping nervously about the house, well, looking at things. This flippant summary belies the film’s genuine creepiness, though, and it was difficult to forget about it as I drove home through patches of thick fog and dark woods…

I was pleased to find that the dashing Ciaran Hinds was also in it, in a supporting role. I last saw him as a devastatingly attractive Julius Caesar in the HBO series Rome, and although this was a very different role, he nevertheless conveyed the same gravitas and was a pleasing addition to the cast.

This is a deeply chilling film but I would recommend seeing it, even if you think scary films aren’t really your thing. As a piece of cinema it’s actually pretty good, and the plot is undeniably gripping. Finally, the ending took me by surprise, and I like it when endings do that.

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