We're big fans of Greek Yoghurt and when we pop pots in our supermarket trolley, there's never any discussion about which brand to choose - it's always Total.
Now, I say we're big fans, but generally my culinary use of it stretches as far as dolloping it in a curry or maybe whizzing up a dip, so when Total invited me to an even to launch their '1000 ways to love your Total' I was most intrigued. What swung it for me was hearing that the event would be presented by Paul Merrett, Michelin starred celebrity chef - he's been something of a hero of mine since his 'Economy Gastronomy' series.
So, I arrived at La Cusina Caldesi, an Italian cookery school in the heart of London, to find myself in a room full of foodies and food bloggers. Yikes! Maybe I'd bit off more than I could chew here, I mean, foodie I ain't! Would I be able to blag my way through? Would my shoddy knife skills show me up? Would I lose any fingers?
I was presented with a beautiful, smooth, creamy berry panna cotta and a strong hot coffee and this went some way to calming my nerves.
Then we were put into teams and I found myself with the delightful Fleur and Dominic who were brilliant fun, and soon we were cooking along, under the watchful eye of Paul.
Anyway, no time for schmoozing, we had 3 courses to whip up, so first up was dessert - a beautiful, moist orange and honey semolina cake.
Dom was designated chief stirrer and things were going along nicely, although the old adage 'too many cooks...' may have some truth to it - it gets quite confusing with three people cooking together and it's easy to forget who's done what and where you're at on the recipe. It's understandable then that you might forget something...err...like the vital ingredient...erm...like the whole reason we're there...whoops, we forgot to add the yoghurt!
Disaster averted, it was soon mixed in and nobody was any the wiser, the cake was in the oven along with all the other team's offerings. It was beginning to feel like the Great Blogger Bake-Off.
After baking, the cake was pricked and the warm orange and honey syrup poured over and allowed to soak in.
The result was a delicately flavoured, moist dessert cake - perfect with a big spoonful of Total on the side.
Next, we cracked on with the starter - salmon rillette (that's pate to you and me). Made with a combination of cooked and smoked salmon, this was absolutely gorgeous, and I had to keep going back for more toast so I could scoop up extra mouthfuls. I'll definitely be making this at home, although I may just scoff the whole lot myself.
Finally we made our main course - spiced butternut tagine. This was quite a lengthy recipe, involving several stages - frying the spices, then grinding them before adding to the vegetables for frying. Well worth doing though, and the aroma was beautiful (if a little eye-watering).
The end result was a warming, hearty vegetable tagine - I couldn't help thinking it would have been even nicer with some slow cooked lamb in there though.
Paul showed us this mind-blowing trick for cooking cauliflower 'cous-cous' which I can't wait to try out on my crew who have sworn a life-long hatred of caulis - I bet this fools them!
All in all, a fantastically inspiring day, great food and fabulous company. Do head over and check out the 997 other recipes on the site - there's sure to be something that tickles your taste buds.
Disclosure: Special thanks to Total Greek Yoghurt for inviting me along to this masterclass, and to Paul Merrett for his expert instruction. I received a goody bag as a thank you for attending.
Friday, 13 July 2012
Monday, 9 July 2012
Magpie Monday - making time for new friends
It's been a crazy hectic weekend, what with all the Olympic shenanigans and Ruby's first live concert, but I still found time for a bit of thrifting.
I popped into my favourite junk shop on Saturday and grabbed a whole heap of tat raw materials for some exciting upcycling projects. I can't share these with you yet because I'm working on a top secret project but I'll reveal all when it's done.
I did manage to get this cute alarm clock, which is now sitting on Ruby's nightstand. The theory is that I can set the alarm, and she'll know if it hasn't already gone off, then it's too early to get up! It may work better if she actually sleeps all night in her own bed and stops her nightly stealth invasions of our bed. But if it works, it will be the best quid I ever spent!
This particular house clearance shop is a mine of treasure. It's the sort where you really have to get down and dirty and have a good ferret about. There's no counter as such, so you either have to wander around with arms laden with snaffled goodies, things precariously balanced and bits hanging off every limb like a determined contestant from Crackerjack, else you have to risk it and make a little pile of booty as you go, adding to it and keeping a furtive eye on it before you ask for your prices to be totted up.
On Saturday, I inadvertently picked up a manky looking Christmas wreath in dire need of some love and attention. Embarrassingly, it 'belonged' to another lady who had stashed it on her pile. We exchanged comments about it's potential, had a laugh and of course I handed it back.
The Old Man was flinching in the background, waiting for handbags at dawn - he knows I could put up a cat fight for a scabby, tinselled Christmas wreath IN JULY - but no, I did the right thing.
We got chatting amiably over a bin full of old crusty kitchen utensils; discussed the potential of a badly executed lampshade re-furb; had a hoot over who was the saddest rooting through the scrap metal bins and lo and behold, a lovely new friendship was born.
We swapped cards, and I promised to come and visit her vintage craft stall the next day. I came away happy that I'd met a kindred spirit.
In all seriousness, there's not a lot of opportunity for us grown-ups to strike up new friendships - other than at the school gate or at work. We popped along to the craft fair the next day, and in a freaky-small-world-kinda way, the Old Man bumped into some friends, who were friends with my new friend and everything was lovely.
Her stall was divine, full of vintage china cake stands and handmade cards, we've exchanged texts and will be hooking up soon.
A gorgeous new pal is easily the best thing I've ever picked up in a second-hand store!!
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I popped into my favourite junk shop on Saturday and grabbed a whole heap of tat raw materials for some exciting upcycling projects. I can't share these with you yet because I'm working on a top secret project but I'll reveal all when it's done.
I did manage to get this cute alarm clock, which is now sitting on Ruby's nightstand. The theory is that I can set the alarm, and she'll know if it hasn't already gone off, then it's too early to get up! It may work better if she actually sleeps all night in her own bed and stops her nightly stealth invasions of our bed. But if it works, it will be the best quid I ever spent!
This particular house clearance shop is a mine of treasure. It's the sort where you really have to get down and dirty and have a good ferret about. There's no counter as such, so you either have to wander around with arms laden with snaffled goodies, things precariously balanced and bits hanging off every limb like a determined contestant from Crackerjack, else you have to risk it and make a little pile of booty as you go, adding to it and keeping a furtive eye on it before you ask for your prices to be totted up.
On Saturday, I inadvertently picked up a manky looking Christmas wreath in dire need of some love and attention. Embarrassingly, it 'belonged' to another lady who had stashed it on her pile. We exchanged comments about it's potential, had a laugh and of course I handed it back.
The Old Man was flinching in the background, waiting for handbags at dawn - he knows I could put up a cat fight for a scabby, tinselled Christmas wreath IN JULY - but no, I did the right thing.
We got chatting amiably over a bin full of old crusty kitchen utensils; discussed the potential of a badly executed lampshade re-furb; had a hoot over who was the saddest rooting through the scrap metal bins and lo and behold, a lovely new friendship was born.
We swapped cards, and I promised to come and visit her vintage craft stall the next day. I came away happy that I'd met a kindred spirit.
In all seriousness, there's not a lot of opportunity for us grown-ups to strike up new friendships - other than at the school gate or at work. We popped along to the craft fair the next day, and in a freaky-small-world-kinda way, the Old Man bumped into some friends, who were friends with my new friend and everything was lovely.
Her stall was divine, full of vintage china cake stands and handmade cards, we've exchanged texts and will be hooking up soon.
A gorgeous new pal is easily the best thing I've ever picked up in a second-hand store!!
What treasures have you found? Grab the badge and link up. x
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Olympic Fever - Supporting the Olympic Torch Relay
We've been well and truly bitten by the Olympic bug and Ruby's counting down the days until the 2012 Olympic and Paralymic Games start in London.
It was a very Olympic-themed weekend for us in our home county this weekend, and we were proud to join in the celebrations.
Joining our family, were Winning Wenlock, the singing and dancing mascot from Golden Bear, who soon had us all grooving, and a very special visitor from nursery - Percy Pig the holiday plush, who gets to go on special events and record them in his book for the other children to share.
Through family contactswe managed to blag we were lucky enough to get VIP tickets to the Love Luton Festival - a music and carnival celebration ahead of the torch relay coming to town with Lewis Hamilton on Monday.
A torchbearer from the previous week kindly brought along his own personal Olympic torch, and we were able to get our photo taken with the real deal.
True to British form, it chucked it down with rain all evening, and after quaffing champers in the VIP tent (me that is, not Ruby/Daddy/Wenlock or Percy) we braved the outdoors, were ushered past the screaming girls and got up close and personal with Olly Murs live on stage.
Now, I probably wouldn't recognise Olly Murs if he came up to me and plonked his silly hat on my head in the street, and I certainly can't claim to be a fan of his music, but when he did his Madness homage (It must be love; One step beyond and Night boat to Cairo) I couldn't resist the urge to jump like a loon. My thighs didn't thank me for it in the morning mind.
Ruby 'owned' the floor, larging it up in the VIP front of stage area to the irritation of the green-eyed groupies. Even though it was her first ever gig, she looked like a hardened festival-goer in her wellies and rock chick black vest!
Yes, we're shockingly irresponsible parents and it was gone 11pm before we finally poured a muddied; rain-soaked; sweaty; snoring bundle from the car into her bed.
But who cares? She had a ball, dancing non-stop for about 4 hours!
No time for hangovers in the morning, we were up bright and early and heading off to Bedford on Sunday to see the torch relay.
Time for a mascot check...
Percy Pig? Check.
Winning Wenlock? Check.
More rain, but it didn't dampen the spirits as thousands turned out for day 51 of the relay. The police motorcyclists were on good form, high-fiving the crowd as the rode past. There was much mirth when an old codger, out on his Sunday drive in his Fiat Punto, took a wrong turn (and presumably drove straight through the 'road closed' signs and police bollards) and came pootling up the official torch route. He looked most disconcerted when he got a loud and ironic cheer from the crowd and was forced to do a u-turn.
Finally we got to glimpse the torch and it's bearer. Mark Ackland-Snow, despite being diagnosed with Crohn's in 2000 and suffering asthma, has inspired many with his fundraising, recently completing his first triathalon and raising over £5k for charity.
Each runner in the torch relay has their own personal story to tell. Talking to the torch-bearer on Saturday night, he told me how much he appreciated the public's support en route and what a proud moment it was. If the Olympic torch is still to come through your area, do make an effort to go see it - the atmosphere is incredible.
By pure good fortune, the vantage point we picked gave us a perfect view of the 'kiss' - the moment when the flame passes from one torch-bearer to the next. It was a very special sight, and one I hope Ruby will always remember.
All in all, a truly momentous weekend. I'll leave you with words of wisdom from Winning Wenlock...
Ready, get set, go.
Who knows how far you can go,
When you travel on a rainbow.
I hope this feeling never stops.
Disclosure: We were sent the singing Winning Wenlock Mascot from Golden Bear for the purposes of this review. All views expressed, opinions and photos are my own.
It was a very Olympic-themed weekend for us in our home county this weekend, and we were proud to join in the celebrations.
Joining our family, were Winning Wenlock, the singing and dancing mascot from Golden Bear, who soon had us all grooving, and a very special visitor from nursery - Percy Pig the holiday plush, who gets to go on special events and record them in his book for the other children to share.
Through family contacts
A torchbearer from the previous week kindly brought along his own personal Olympic torch, and we were able to get our photo taken with the real deal.
True to British form, it chucked it down with rain all evening, and after quaffing champers in the VIP tent (me that is, not Ruby/Daddy/Wenlock or Percy) we braved the outdoors, were ushered past the screaming girls and got up close and personal with Olly Murs live on stage.
Now, I probably wouldn't recognise Olly Murs if he came up to me and plonked his silly hat on my head in the street, and I certainly can't claim to be a fan of his music, but when he did his Madness homage (It must be love; One step beyond and Night boat to Cairo) I couldn't resist the urge to jump like a loon. My thighs didn't thank me for it in the morning mind.
Ruby 'owned' the floor, larging it up in the VIP front of stage area to the irritation of the green-eyed groupies. Even though it was her first ever gig, she looked like a hardened festival-goer in her wellies and rock chick black vest!
Yes, we're shockingly irresponsible parents and it was gone 11pm before we finally poured a muddied; rain-soaked; sweaty; snoring bundle from the car into her bed.
But who cares? She had a ball, dancing non-stop for about 4 hours!
No time for hangovers in the morning, we were up bright and early and heading off to Bedford on Sunday to see the torch relay.
Time for a mascot check...
Percy Pig? Check.
Winning Wenlock? Check.
More rain, but it didn't dampen the spirits as thousands turned out for day 51 of the relay. The police motorcyclists were on good form, high-fiving the crowd as the rode past. There was much mirth when an old codger, out on his Sunday drive in his Fiat Punto, took a wrong turn (and presumably drove straight through the 'road closed' signs and police bollards) and came pootling up the official torch route. He looked most disconcerted when he got a loud and ironic cheer from the crowd and was forced to do a u-turn.
Finally we got to glimpse the torch and it's bearer. Mark Ackland-Snow, despite being diagnosed with Crohn's in 2000 and suffering asthma, has inspired many with his fundraising, recently completing his first triathalon and raising over £5k for charity.
Each runner in the torch relay has their own personal story to tell. Talking to the torch-bearer on Saturday night, he told me how much he appreciated the public's support en route and what a proud moment it was. If the Olympic torch is still to come through your area, do make an effort to go see it - the atmosphere is incredible.
By pure good fortune, the vantage point we picked gave us a perfect view of the 'kiss' - the moment when the flame passes from one torch-bearer to the next. It was a very special sight, and one I hope Ruby will always remember.
All in all, a truly momentous weekend. I'll leave you with words of wisdom from Winning Wenlock...
Ready, get set, go.
Who knows how far you can go,
When you travel on a rainbow.
I hope this feeling never stops.
Disclosure: We were sent the singing Winning Wenlock Mascot from Golden Bear for the purposes of this review. All views expressed, opinions and photos are my own.
Friday, 6 July 2012
These boots are made for walking!
Yesterday, with the sun out, Ruby safely away at her induction day at big school, and the Old Man on a day's leave to make sure I didn't have any wobbly moments over my little girl growing up, we decided a mammoth walk in the country would be just the ticket.
It was the perfect opportunity to try out my new GORE-TEX walking shoes from Hotter - and boy did I test them!
I wouldn't normally wear new shoes out without first breaking them in, but slipping my feet into them, they felt so comfy I thought I'd risk it. I needn't have worried, the cushioned and contoured insoles supported my feet perfectly. They were such a great fit, there was no rubbing, movement of my foot inside the shoe so no blisters - hooray!
We walked for hours and hours. The dog dashing ahead, splashing through puddles and chasing off rabbits. We chatted about plans for the future and made mental notes of tasty looking edible plants we should return back to.
These shoes were made for the British summer. They are 100% waterproof - ha! I think we need that! Yet, even when the sun did come out and we had to peel off coats and jumpers in the warmth, the breathable system in the shoes meant my feet stayed cool and fresh.
At £89 they are not a cheap pair of shoes, but the quality is excellent and I expect they will last me for years and years. If you are someone who enjoys weekend walking, covers rougher terrain than your regular paths and roads, then these are the shoes for you.
They are available in Deep Teal; Espresso; Pal Aqua and Soft Violet in standard fitting, or Espresso in wide fitting.
Disclosure: I was sent a pair of GORE-TEX shoes from Hotter for the purposes of this review. No financial reward was received and all views expressed are honest and accurate.
It was the perfect opportunity to try out my new GORE-TEX walking shoes from Hotter - and boy did I test them!
Much as we love getting out and about, the stamina of a 4 year old is not really conducive to anything more than an hour or so of kicking about in the woods. So, to make the most of our day of freedom, we headed off across the fields, with no real idea of where it would take us.| New Shoes!! |
I wouldn't normally wear new shoes out without first breaking them in, but slipping my feet into them, they felt so comfy I thought I'd risk it. I needn't have worried, the cushioned and contoured insoles supported my feet perfectly. They were such a great fit, there was no rubbing, movement of my foot inside the shoe so no blisters - hooray!
| Putting my best foot forward |
We walked for hours and hours. The dog dashing ahead, splashing through puddles and chasing off rabbits. We chatted about plans for the future and made mental notes of tasty looking edible plants we should return back to.
| We think brown is the new black |
These shoes were made for the British summer. They are 100% waterproof - ha! I think we need that! Yet, even when the sun did come out and we had to peel off coats and jumpers in the warmth, the breathable system in the shoes meant my feet stayed cool and fresh.
At £89 they are not a cheap pair of shoes, but the quality is excellent and I expect they will last me for years and years. If you are someone who enjoys weekend walking, covers rougher terrain than your regular paths and roads, then these are the shoes for you.
They are available in Deep Teal; Espresso; Pal Aqua and Soft Violet in standard fitting, or Espresso in wide fitting.
Disclosure: I was sent a pair of GORE-TEX shoes from Hotter for the purposes of this review. No financial reward was received and all views expressed are honest and accurate.
Help, my child is biting! - Guest Post
Before I became a parent, I
thought that only unruly children bit other people. I can distinctly remember
being bitten by my friend from next door when we were both quite young and my
mother's reflexive reaction, which was to berate the other child and exclaim,
"People don't bite! Only animals bite!"
Fast-forward a few decades and I've learned a few things about children and biting. First of all, it's extremely common. When children start getting teeth, they are bound to want to use them. Infants and toddlers are giant sponges, trying to absorb as much as they can about the mysterious world around them, and one of the most common ways that they investigate things is by putting them in their mouths. Once those mouths have teeth, biting is a natural consequence.
Babies who have gotten a few teeth often bite their moms while nursing. Moms can nip this in the bud quickly by immediately removing the child from the breast and firmly telling the child, "Ouch! No biting!" It's important to do this every time the child bites, so he or she will quickly associate biting with not getting milk and mom's displeasure.
Infants and toddlers who are teething may bite in an effort to relieve the discomfort. For these children, offering teething toys may be helpful, along with a gentle "no biting" reminder. Teething biscuits and cold or frozen foods in mesh teethers can also divert teething biters toward more appropriate targets.
Toddlers and young preschoolers sometimes bite parents or playmates when they are especially frustrated, excited or over stimulated. Contrary to what many people assume, biting by children in this age group is almost never intentionally vicious or premeditated. In fact, the most likely victims of bites by children in this age group, other than parents and caregivers, are their favorite playmates.
When biting occurs during play, the best approach is to remove the child who has bitten from the play area and give him or her some quiet time. It's also important to tell the child that biting is not acceptable behavior, but in a calm tone, without anger. You might say, "Biting hurts. Biting people is not OK. We use our teeth for biting food, not people."
The key to preventing children from biting is to discover the situations when it is most likely to occur and then be very vigilant in those situations so that you can head off the biting before it happens. Does it happen when your child gets frustrated and can't express himself or herself? Is it more common just before nap time or when your child is hungry? Once you've identified a pattern, you can intercept the behavior and prevent it from happening.
Fast-forward a few decades and I've learned a few things about children and biting. First of all, it's extremely common. When children start getting teeth, they are bound to want to use them. Infants and toddlers are giant sponges, trying to absorb as much as they can about the mysterious world around them, and one of the most common ways that they investigate things is by putting them in their mouths. Once those mouths have teeth, biting is a natural consequence.
Babies who have gotten a few teeth often bite their moms while nursing. Moms can nip this in the bud quickly by immediately removing the child from the breast and firmly telling the child, "Ouch! No biting!" It's important to do this every time the child bites, so he or she will quickly associate biting with not getting milk and mom's displeasure.
Infants and toddlers who are teething may bite in an effort to relieve the discomfort. For these children, offering teething toys may be helpful, along with a gentle "no biting" reminder. Teething biscuits and cold or frozen foods in mesh teethers can also divert teething biters toward more appropriate targets.
Toddlers and young preschoolers sometimes bite parents or playmates when they are especially frustrated, excited or over stimulated. Contrary to what many people assume, biting by children in this age group is almost never intentionally vicious or premeditated. In fact, the most likely victims of bites by children in this age group, other than parents and caregivers, are their favorite playmates.
When biting occurs during play, the best approach is to remove the child who has bitten from the play area and give him or her some quiet time. It's also important to tell the child that biting is not acceptable behavior, but in a calm tone, without anger. You might say, "Biting hurts. Biting people is not OK. We use our teeth for biting food, not people."
The key to preventing children from biting is to discover the situations when it is most likely to occur and then be very vigilant in those situations so that you can head off the biting before it happens. Does it happen when your child gets frustrated and can't express himself or herself? Is it more common just before nap time or when your child is hungry? Once you've identified a pattern, you can intercept the behavior and prevent it from happening.
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Monday, 2 July 2012
Martinhal Resort - Laid back luxury for families
However, had we known about the family-friendly resort of Martinhal with its own Baby Concierge in the Western Algarve, we'd have been off like a shot. Travelling from our local airport at Luton was straightforward, we got priority boarding with Easyjet as everyone with young children does, and the 2 hour flight went by in a flash.
We were met at Faro airport by a charming chauffeur, well practiced in collecting families for transfers to Martinhal. A top-of-the-range, air-conditioned car transported us through the countryside and we were plied with ice cold water while Ruby was entertained with an in-car Disney movie.
Arriving at the resort, we were greeted with warm and genuinely hospitality. Check-in was fast and straightforward and Ruby was thrilled with her complimentary welcome pack from the kid's club.
It was clear just from the reception area that I was going to love the interior design of the complex. Stylish, contemporary and sustainable design, with a vintage edge. The emphasis is on local materials - timber; natural stone; wicker and cork and it achieves the tricky balance of being both luxurious and stylish yet accessible and child-friendly.
Striking the perfect balance is something that Martinhal does naturally. Throughout our stay, we were called Mrs Elizabeth/Miss Ruby/Mr Simon by all the staff. This perfectly sums up the whole ethos of the resort - a charming balance of respect and professionalism, mixed with a natural, warm, relaxed friendliness.
We stayed in one of the Garden houses, and like the Ocean; Bay and Pinewood houses it was impeccably styled and equipped. Ruby was most taken with the funky fold down bunk beds in our one-bedroomed apartment, and it allowed us some privacy and sleep free from wriggling toddler in our mammoth king-sized bed.
The kitchen was comprehensively equipped with a Nespresso machine, larder fridge, washing machine and dishwasher and the welcome basket was a lovely touch. We were staying half-board so there wasn't too much need for us to cook, but you could happily go self-catering - particularly with the delicious produce stocked in the on-site shop.
Having an apartment or villa offers the best of both worlds - the freedom and flexibility to come and go as you please, together with the comfort of luxury hotel services such as a daily maid, laundry collection and a hotline to reception.
Martinhal offers a choice of pools - or if you book one of the Pinewoods you can have your own private pool. Staying in the Garden House area, we had access to the Oasis pool specifically for our apartments, and often had it all to ourself. As well as the stunning outdoor pool, there are comfy loungers, huge beanbags and luxurious showers/toilets and changing rooms - a real bonus meaning we didn't have to nip back to our house every time we needed the loo!
Other pools offer their own bar; juice bar; inflatable toys; sea views; indoor areas and baby pools so you really are spoilt for choice.
As well as the snack bars by the pools, there are three restaurants on site. O Terraco located in the hotel, is the most formal - but not so formal that you'd feel uncomfortable taking your a turbo-charged toddler in to dine. In the morning, it is the setting for breakfast - more aptly described as a banquet than a buffet. Ruby didn't quite know where to start when faced with a choice of cereals; toast; pastries; cakes; fresh fruit; dried fruit; cooked breakfast; fish; cold meats; cheese; juices and yoghurts. Added to that, qualified child-carers from the creche and kid's club armed with pens and crayons, she was in seventh heaven!
In the evening, O Terraco becomes a fine dining restaurant serving contemporary Portuguese food made from the finest local ingredients. A comprehensive children's menu doesn't patronise parents by offering 'kid's food', but exceptional quality child-sized portions which introduce kids to the local fayre. Of course, there's always a back-up option of something more familiar, should your child decide that's what they want.
Again, between the hours of 5.30 - 8.30pm there are kid's entertainers on hand on the terrace to occupy the children and allow the grown-ups to relax and eat in peace.
Ruby's favourite restaurant was As Dunas, a more informal environment overlooking the beach. A huge terrace situated above a play area with sand-pit and trampoline makes this a hit with all the kids. She happily careered around between courses while we got the chance to unwind and chat over a glass of wine. As Dunas specialise in local fresh fish and seafood and it was a treat to eat here and cosy up under soft snuggly blankets that the staff provide once the sun goes down.
Last but not least, there is Os Gambozinos situated at the heart of the resort on the 'village square'. Offering tempting pizzas and pasta dishes, this is a great place to grab a bite for lunch. They also offer a takeway service! The village square is a car-free area with safe rubberised flooring, scattered with playhouses; bikes and outdoor games. Ruby loved making new friends here and we could watch her play while sipping coffee from the village deli or enjoying our lunch.
The relaxed atmosphere of Martinhal means you can pick and choose how little or how much you want to do. The excellent childcare facilities can be booked everyday or just as a one-off. Ruby went to Raposinhos Kid's Club one afternoon and had a ball. So much so, that when she heard there was a pyjama party going on the next evening, she begged to go along! The qualified staff are professional and fun and there's a hands-on activity each session for children to get involved in. For younger babies there's a creche and for older kids and teens there are organised activities and clubs. The Blue Room offers gaming and film screenings. There's plenty of sporting activities and tuition and excursions too.
Once the kids are happily settled doing their thing, it's time for the grown ups to relax. I chose a floaty relaxing aromatherapy massage at the spa, and Simon went off to the well equipped gym. We were also lucky enough to go on a dolphin watching trip from the nearby port at Sagres. It was such a special trip, and one we'll remember forever.
The on-site spa is a haven of tranquility, and not only do they offer treatments for grown ups, but they provide parent and child sessions too. Such a fabulous idea, allowing for relaxing quality time together. You can learn baby massage techniques, book a mother and daughter facial or a father and son back massage. There are specially devised treatments for tweens and teens too. We opted for the Mom and Daughter manicure, and although at age 4 she didn't quite grasp the need to stay still, the therapists were exceptionally patient and professional.
I can't finish my write-up without talking about the local area. Martinhal itself is set in the midst of a national park, and this undiscovered part of the Algarve is unspoilt; natural and stunningly beautiful. The beach is a short walk from the complex - either by steps or via the sloping road and path if you have a buggy. Miles of glorious golden sand and azure sea make for perfect fun in the sun. A walk along the coastline will take you to the historic port of Sagres from where you can watch the fishermen land their catches; take boat trips and visit the many fish restaurants.
Yes, because of its position this area is prone to windy weather - that's what makes it a wind-sailing hub. But this is only for a few months of the year and to be honest a cooling breeze would be most welcome at the height of the season. With its own micro-climate, this area is typically a few degrees cooler in the summer than it's more commercial Algarve neighbours, and a few degrees warmer off-peak than other resorts.
With, on average, 360 days of sun a year, the Western Algarve is indeed a very appealing place to visit all year round.
But most of all, what makes Martinhal and Sagres special is its people. Their unerring attention to detail; genuine warmth and hospitality and relaxed laid back manner make for a perfect break.
If you have young children, I simply can't think of a better holiday for fun in the sun.
Disclosure: Very many thanks to Martinhal for welcoming us to your resort. We were provided with half-board accommodation in a Garden House for 4 nights, trips and treatments as described above and a contribution towards our flights. However, all opinions and thoughts are my own and I have described both the resort and our experience accurately, fully and honestly.
Sunday, 1 July 2012
Magpie Monday - Brightening my day
I really wasn't expecting to find any second-hand goodies this week.
I've been so busy, rushing backwards and forwards, and this weekend the Old Man tried desperately to recapture his youth by heading up to Manchester to see the Stone Roses.
Leaving us home alone, we headed out on Saturday to Harpenden to see a kids show at the theatre (can't help thinking I drew the short straw here...)
Anyway, en route from the station to the venue, there are several charity shops. It being the most expensive town in the UK to live (I read that somewhere, not sure if it's true) they do have rather good chazza shops.
The first one yeilded loads of children's books and toys, and helpfully they agreed to hold on to them for us to collect on our way home.
Heading back after the show, we returned to pick up our purchases and I spotted a beautiful pair of large glass lanterns in the window.
I probably paid a little more than I should, but it was too late - I'd already fallen in love. £15 for the 2, what do you reckon? Including the candles!
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I've been so busy, rushing backwards and forwards, and this weekend the Old Man tried desperately to recapture his youth by heading up to Manchester to see the Stone Roses.
Leaving us home alone, we headed out on Saturday to Harpenden to see a kids show at the theatre (can't help thinking I drew the short straw here...)
Anyway, en route from the station to the venue, there are several charity shops. It being the most expensive town in the UK to live (I read that somewhere, not sure if it's true) they do have rather good chazza shops.
The first one yeilded loads of children's books and toys, and helpfully they agreed to hold on to them for us to collect on our way home.
Heading back after the show, we returned to pick up our purchases and I spotted a beautiful pair of large glass lanterns in the window.
I probably paid a little more than I should, but it was too late - I'd already fallen in love. £15 for the 2, what do you reckon? Including the candles!
If you've bought anything second-hand please do grab the badge and link up - lets show everyone that there is an alternative to buying new x
Grab my button and link back to this post
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