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So it’s Raining? Here’s What to do on the Isle of Wight   1 comment

Yes, it’s summer 2012 and it’s raining. Why? Some say it’s the Gulf Stream a little off course, some say it’s global warming. But no, don’t be ridiculous, it’s because this year we have the British Olympics and of course June/July is a time of festivals, Wimbledon, Silverstone and when people want to go on holiday to miss the school kids.

Let’s face it June is usually pretty good, July’s ok and it’s supposed to be August (which by the way is the month of the heaviest rainfall in the UK, just ask Lonely Planet) that is a wash out.

But it’s different every year. I recall summer holidays in the Isle of Wight some of rain, some of blazing sunshine. The worst sunburn I ever had was here. I’ve had holidays around Europe (yes, when my sister and I were old enough to appreciate it, we ditched the Isle of Wight and they took us abroad) at exactly the same time 1 year apart in exactly the same places (you’re seeing my parents were creatures of habit) and Venice has been summer sun one year and lightening storms the next. June in Bracciano with the in laws not bad, warm, but cloudy, then on to Milan with friends and yes, lightening storms. And before you ask, no I haven’t been hit yet. So it’s not just England that gets wet summers.
(Footnote – once my sister and I left home my parents went abroad every year – My obsession could have been Portofino instead of Shanklin!).

So it’s Raining? What are we going to do about it? Absolutely nothing. It’s impossible to stop the rain. And as Billy Connelly once said “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just being badly dressed for it”. There are so many things to do on the Isle of Wight in the rain. Let’s face it the restaurants and bars are still open. And here at OSGH there is no pressure for our guests to shove off out if they don’t want to. We wouldn’t have a guest lounge if we didn’t want people to use it. London Underground puzzle? Destination Isle of Wight (good game), IOW Monopoly, cards, books, DVDs. Hell, holidays are about relaxing, not tiring yourself out.

So here’s some ideas for a holiday on the Isle of Wight in the Rain.
1. Quarr Abbey & Café – a hidden beauty of architecture and history.
2. Dimbola Lodge – The permanent IOW festival exhibition, Margaret Cameron’s Photo collection & always a new exhibition of works, then round to Colwell Bay for a lunch, afternoon tea or dinner at Barefoot on the Beach, but don’t forget to invite us
3. Cowes Maritime Museum depicting the yachting and shipbuilding in Cowes
4. Waltzing Waters, a fountain display with lights and music (stretching it?), then maybe lunch at Rosemary Vineyard
5. The Garlic Farm is mostly inside for tasting, the exhibition and food. There’s also a pottery next door.
6. The Steam Railway. Good for all weathers. Watch the rain lashing down from the comfort of your carriage. Toot toot!
7. Arreton Barns Craft Village – now hear me out. Admittedly my trips to Arreton are purely for food, but I have it on very good authority from my guests that there is, amongst other things, a leather maker (Tanner to some) who makes really good leather belts while you wait at a very good price. No hard sell, but one of our guests bought 6!!! You could then nip up to Briddlesford Farm, check out Bobby our Briddlesford Butcher and have a quick something in Bluebells Café. Don’t forget to say hi to the calves and give them a pat.
8. Oohh, now this is a favourite idea of mine – Afternoon Tea at the Royal. Mmmmmmm. Oh go on. After one of our breakfasts you may not want lunch, but ooh those lovely little sandwiches and delicate cakes and maybe a glass of Champagne. You’re on holiday after all.
9. Carisbrooke Castle has quite a lot inside. The donkeys of course turning the wheel when they feel like it (no animal cruelty here, but I’m sure it was done differently in Charles I’s time.) Be careful if you go up on the whatsit upstairs – the thingame – battlements? you know where they fired the arrows from? Someone help me out here. Anyway it might be a bit slippery. There’s also Carisbrooke Priory nearby, which is so often overlooked.
10. Another English Heritage Gem is Osborne House. Not bad for s summer house. I’d be quite happy with the kids’ Swiss Cottage (there’s a free bus shuttle to it nowadays too). The Terrace Restaurant is apparently very good. It was too late to try when we got there.
11. Brading Roman Villa. What’s the difference? – it’s cold in there all year round. Take a cardi, it’s climate controlled. Made much more interesting if you can grab a volunteer for a tour. Amazing views and, yes, you guessed it, a café.
12. Events around the Island go on all year weather not permitting. The Newport Jazz Festival, which is held in Minsters, Churches and all sorts of bizarre, but warm places with fabulous music, The Annual Sweetcorn Fayre at Arreton Barns and usually a sausage competition. There’s also a jigsaw puzzle festival, now, come on, that has to be indoors. The Isle of Arts Open Studios in July is a chance to see artists of all kinds at work (inside their homes and other dry places).
13. Godshill is a great place rain or shine. And no, not just because of the Taverners, but if you do happen to be passing please bring me back a piece of their lovely suet pastry pies. There’s also the Old Smithy, the beautiful church, a teddy museum, a chocolate makers. Just loads going on and of course afternoon tea.
14. If you have a lazy day at OSGH you could spread your legs in Shanklin, wander round the craft centre round the corner, get your rock shop gifts to take home (and a little something for yourself of course), have a drink down at the Esplanade and watch the stormy sea (there’s a new Irish pub, which could keep one amused all day), then have an evening at the Theatre. There’s so much going on there. Tuesday play, Thursday West End and all the touring fellas in between.
15. Now please be careful with this one, but you can always go ice skating. When was the last time you did that? When do you ever have the time? When are you ever 20 mins on the underground train from it? Then afterwards you can nurse your bruises with a magnificent Italian at Michelangelo’s or a damn good steak at The Alamo. Or maybe cocktails would be more appropriate in The Kasbah, or the Black Sheep or the Mexican or many other bars in Ryde. OK so Bowling might be less risky, but the rest applies.
16. St Catherine’s Lighthouse is a must see for any weather. During the summer they are open most afternoons. And of course a visit to the Buddle Inn is essential on any trip. A log fire in the rain warms anyone’s cockles.
17. The Newport Duo – wait for it – The Roman Villa and the Bus Museum! Why not? Come on everyone likes an old bus.
18. Yarmouth is a lovely wee town and it’s got a castle! You’ll be a history buff by the end of your holiday! You could then go on to Chessel Pottery and paint your own pottery. Don’t worry elbow the children out of the way. You’ve been on the planet longer.
19. Appuldurcombe House – a little bit ‘pooky, but well worth losing the hairs on the back of your neck.
20. And last but not least you can visit the animals at Amazon World or the, well, butterflies I guess, at Butterfly World.

Let’s face it there is no excuse not to enjoy a holiday in the rain here. It’s not Majorca where there really is nothing else to do but sit on the beach. In the rain you’d be playing pool, getting drunk and arguing with the other half. You can do that in Sidcup!

You don’t need to go round the world – you can do that at Phileas Foggs. Come to the Isle of Wight – anyway, our rain is far superior to any other in Britain!



Childhood Memories of the IOW   2 comments

Key things happened to me on my holidays to the Island – maybe because there were so many. Holidays that is. I learnt to swim, I discovered my favourite animal, I fell in love with Shanklin and decided what I wanted to do when I grew up.

I started coming to the Island 30 years ago when I was about 3 or 4. We always had 2 weeks except one year when we came back again at the end of the summer holidays for a week. I was thrilled, as my parents never did anything crazy like that – oh, no, hold on a second, except making my sister and I walk from Ventnor to Blackgang Chine up a dodgy cliff face. That was the only time my mum ever bought me chips in the afternoon (overlooking the maze) and only through guilt!

My parents also didn’t have a car so every year we’d get a Rover ticket, which were cardboard in those days and we would spend all day just getting to one place. The buses were great. Let’s face it even now we all really want to sit at the front on the top deck and get the tree branches hitting the window, in the dark, the bus getting faster and faster. I always remember the journey to Blackgang and Alum Bay because you had to change at Ventnor at the terminal, which is no longer there. Shame, I used to enjoy swinging on the bars in the queue. The buses were always packed – the Island was always packed. People had to stand on the bus to get to Alum Bay and all the windows would steam up!

When we first started coming as a family we stayed in the flats, which are now above the craft centre between the Holliers and Village Inn. The lady who owned the flats and the house there, Shirley, had a goat. I think his name was Freddie, she did tell me recently. So of course goats are my favourite animal and Shirley is my next door neighbor!

Once we were too old to be entertained by sending us round to get the paper (I was devastated when the paper shop became a pasty shop, but even that’s gone now) we then stayed at Nodes Point in St Helens. The Priory Bay hotel (next door) wasn’t a hotel then, but Nodes Point was where I learnt to swim and fell in love with the resident band T-Set.

After many years on the East of the Island for reasons known only known to my parents we came back to Shanklin and stayed at Lower Hyde. Things were different then. People didn’t even think about buying their own chalet!

There are certain things about my trips to the Island that I am sure people must remember, but no one seems to. And I ask enough people.

Wally the whale on the green half way up the cliff next to the lift? He was inflatable and you’d go inside and bounce!

There was a lady with a ‘Dulux’ dog on Chine Avenue (before the really fancy new houses went up) collecting money I think for the blind.

The lift operator wore a cap and bell boy suit?

Discos on Shanklin Pier. Dancing to Brown Girl in the Ring. Ah, they were the good old days.

On the coastal walk to Ventnor there used to be tea rooms, but it’s now a private house.

I spent my last ever pound note in Blackgang Chine, on some gems.

And I had the worst sun burn of my life here – again bad parents!

Some things are still the same. The lift still smells the same, the village still looks like fairy land, the landlord of the Crab Inn is still the same (OK so that was when I was 18) and the beach is still beautiful. St Saviour’s church is still scary has hell when you walk past it at night and ……..

I have memories upon memories of my time here as a kid. Oh, and what I wanted to do when I grew up? Move to Shanklin of course.

Posted April 28, 2012 by shanklinrocks in For Free, Shanklin, Things to Do, Uncategorized

The Most Famous Trombonist in the World?   Leave a comment

Who, you ask, is Roger Harvey?

You may not believe it, but you do know Roger Harvey. I promise you. If after reading this you don’t, then I wouldn’t read any more of our blogs because they won’t get any better!

For a while now I have been aware of a very famous man who is the father of a very good friend of ours.  I have been dying to meet him ever since I found out who he is. Low and behold our friend Adam and his girlfriend Jo-Ann tied the knot and had a fabulous London wedding just a couple of weeks ago. Weddings are great because you get to meet people in your friends’ lives you wouldn’t usually meet. Sometimes that’s not a good thing I appreciate. Of course I was very excited about them getting married, but I was even more excited about meeting Roger Harvey – yes our friend is Roger Harvey’s son.

Again you ask “who is Roger Harvey?” All will be revealed, but firstly let me tell you a wee story about our Rog. Now we have been dining out on this for years, as Adam has probably run out of people to tell. Some time ago, when Adam was fresh out of education and desperate to buy a car – £300 – not an expensive car, he went to Roger and asked if he could borrow the money. Unfortunately being a musician type (we’ll give him that excuse) Roger said he couldn’t afford to lend it to him. So little Adam wandered off to save his pennies himself.

Not long afterwards Roger embarked on a trip to Paris for his birthday with his wife Anne – Adam’s step mum, but not a wicked one, so all good there. We’ll once again give Roger a chance, as he may have been touring at the time, so didn’t necessarily specifically go to Paris just for his birthday.
Anyway, Roger and Anne had lunch in a very nice restaurant, ordered their wine and enjoyed their meal. Of course you have to have a second bottle of wine – at least – so Roger decided to try something different. He ordered a new wine and the waiter asked if he would like to see the cellars. Don’t worry it’s not a horror story he didn’t get kidnapped or bludgeoned to death or anything. Off he went like a little kid in the MacDonalds fridge on his birthday. He was shown where his bottle of wine was kept and they brought it back with them to the table. A lot of fuss you may think. Well, it seems that after the first bottle of wine Roger’s decimal points and sides of the Channel got awry. This was in the days of French Francs. Yes you guessed it the £100 bottle of wine was actually and £1000 bottle of wine. You can just imagine the heart sinking right to the bottom of the credit card. “Heck!” I bet is what he said! And poor little Adam!

Adam has forgiven his Dad, but Roger is probably still paying the interest!! Still wishing he’d savoured the taste!

So “who is Roger Harvey?” Well, Roger is a trombonist and how many famous trombonists are there? Well, for most people only one. Roger is THE trombonist at the beginning of Star Wars – Imperial March. You know dum, dum, dum, dar-da-dum, dar-da-dum…. How cool is that?

Not only that, but he has been Co-Principal trombone in the BBC Symphony Orchestra for the last 12 years – so he ‘does’ the Proms. Another thing I love about our Rog is he gives a secret signal to Adam when they go to watch!! He started out at Oxford and London Universities and has played trombone is many different orchestras, touring the globe many times over. As far as I know he is still Principal Trombone for Academy of St Martin in the Fields since 1985, he teaches and has his own Publishing Company ‘Brassworks’. He’s even worked with Bloc Party! He’s all in all a Trombone Geezer!

So you ask, what has this to do with the Isle of Wight. Well, ok they are very tenuous links. His wife played trumpet at the Osborne Proms and remembers a time when the Wight Mouse Inn had rows upon rows of Whiskey. At the Garlic Festival last year there were sand speeders from the Star Wars films!? Yes, ok very tenuous, but it was so nice to meet Roger and he didn’t disappoint and I challenge anyone to tell me they know a more famous trombonist than our Roger!


Posted March 14, 2012 by shanklinrocks in Music, Pubs

The Guest Who Revealed Herself   1 comment

Now I wouldn’t usually talk about our guests. I see our privacy responsibility as somewhat similar to a doctor. So don’t worry she won’t mind!

February 25th 2012 a beautiful sunny day and very warm. We had three lots of guests arriving and then the Shanklin Hotel Ass Dinner Dance to look forward to in the evening. Well, I was, Gareth not no much! Two of the rooms I believed were arriving about 4 -5pm, but the Bonchurch Suite guests I had no time for. They’d booked back in January and I hadn’t been able to ascertain a time. Never mind. Anyway 3 minutes to 3 a car pulled into the drive and the usual knock on the door.

Gareth welcomed our new guests into the hallway and we did the usual signing the registration form and all the pleasantries. Having shown them up to their room I offered them coffee and said I would serve it in the lounge with the chocolate cookies I had just that moment taken out of the oven.

I clearly remember booking her in. The phone rang and I was up a ladder in the office painting. She was ever such a nice lady and we chatted and I sent her restaurant recommendations etc. Little did I know!

So having left them upstairs to get themselves together I went to prepare coffee and plate up my cookies, which were as usual nothing like the previous ones I had made, but looked alright none the same. Having put it all in the lounge I sat in the office tippy tappying on my Blog site! There was a bit of commotion going on upstairs and finally they came back down and I explained where breakfast was. Mrs then asked me if I would go and fetch Gareth, who was busy painting downstairs. “Of course”, I said, I rarely say no to guests. When I went to fetch him he decided he just had to finish painting the threshold he was working on. Now my mind is obviously thinking “what the hell does she need Gareth for?” The last time someone asked me for Gareth it was because they had broken something! Why they thought I couldn’t help I don’t know, maybe they thought I wouldn’t be able to take it! Well, he wasn’t home so I sorted it!

So eventually when Gareth had painted his threshold he trundled up the stairs. On my return she promptly apologised and said that I could also come into the lounge. She slowly revealed from her handbag a small flat wrapped present and gave it to Gareth and asked if it was familiar. On opening the small parcel inside was a sign – Charlestown. Now I had never seen the sign before, but I knew that Charlestown was the birth place of many of Gareth’s Dad’s family on his mum’s side. By this point Gareth was looking like a person!

So then the guest revealed herself. She is Gareth’s Godmother! Huh?! I had to sit down.

There was a story behind how she came to find Gareth here. She told one her cousins she was coming to the Island and it went somehow from there. I’m not really sure my head was whirling a bit. She went to school with Gareth’s Dad and her aunt in Charlestown, Betty, was Gareth’s grandmother’s best friend. I’ve met Betty twice and she is just the loveliest lady.

What a lovely surprise. How nice to meet your God Mother in your late 30s and get on like a house on fire. How lucky to still have a Godmother! There was always much discussion between my sister and I over who had my Uncle as Godfather – I wanted him! But I think actually one of the neighbours was mine! How could my mum not remember? Silly woman.

So ensued the usual Irish conversation about who was who and what their real names were. Gareth’s Dad John is David, Nanny Josie is actually Mary. Bless the Irish and their ways. It can be very confusing whilst trying to find your Nan in hospital and embarrassingly not knowing her name!

Well, what a funny day. Unfortunately due to the dinner dance we were unable to spend the evening with them, but I’m sure and I hope they will be back to see us again.

‘Figgy Piggy’   Leave a comment

Now you have to excuse me because I was drunk, so I can’t remember all the dishes.

After a drink at the Waterfront Inn, on Shanklin Esplanade (a bottle of wine that was not only reasonably priced and very nice, but came up even cheaper on the till) my sis – yes she was still with me – and I took my ‘somehow still drunk from the stag weekend’ husband to El Toro Contento even though he had been the night before with his stags. I know we had everything from the specials board. Mmm Figgy Piggy, prawn & chicken meatballs, Hake goujons (not Captain Birds Eye I can assure you), beef meatballs, something else porky, Boquerones (big fat anchovies) and Aioli. Oh and sherry prawns. I think there’s something missing, but that’s not bad considering.

I can never fault this restaurant. We had lovely wine – although we had to change half way through because it seems the stags drank most of the very slightly more expensive Navarra the night before! How they put up with us I don’t know, but Lorraine, Seraphin and Nell do a wonderful job keeping us as content as bulls.And our purses still in tact. Cost for 3 of us I think about £60

Of course the evening couldn’t end there and we had to wait for our cab. Could we have moved the time? Don’t be ridiculous. No, we manned up! Off we trotted to the Crab and Lobster Tap. Best pub in Ventnor I reckon. Then got our taxi (Door2Door) on time as usual. Thankfully Indy’s closed when we got back to Shanklin and we decided to go home. Returned to a booking and Gareth singing Whitney Houston Songs. (Something I didn’t think he had in him, but she died this morning, so fair enough).

El Toro makes the best tapas on the Island by far

What did we learn?:
Matt and Cat Dining Club card still giving us great discounts. Although I always feel guilty using it at El Toro – 1 It’s very reasonable anyway 2 They are so great
Also remembered I’m an old soak

Posted February 13, 2012 by shanklinrocks in Bars, Bars, Pubs, Shanklin, Spanish & Tapas, Ventnor

A Can Opener of a Weekend and Regurgitated Pig Sick   Leave a comment

After being evicted from my lovely house by my husband due to a friend’s stag weekend – and no we do not usually take stags and hens, so don’t even think about it – I found myself in Ryde for the weekend with my sister.

Friday afternoon was an eye opener, Saturday afternoon was a can opener! After cheese board and Charcuterie  at Michaelangelos – epic goats’ cheese, we spent the afternoon walking up the right hand side of Union Street ‘shopping’ which is rather amusing because my sister doesn’t do shopping! I was pleased to find – very much like Shanklin the shops are all very individual and really pretty cool. We went into the very cold Arcade and I found some second hand bottles. I know how this sounds and on informing Gareth he thought I was off me trolley – he hasn’t seen them yet. They also had a £75 IOW travel companion from the 1800s – if you could put that on my birthday list I would be ever so grateful. We also discovered a leaflet about the Ryde museum, which my sister did cartwheels over because she’s a history buff. She’d never been to Framers before, so she spent hours looking at the photos, old mostly Victorian and Steve Gascoigne’s colourful delights. Old photos aren’t really the decor of our guest house, but decided on one showing the old iron cliff lift, which might go up or might not. It took a whole afternoon to do just one side! Smith & Stephenson, Crocus – they usually run a mile when they see me coming – I always need five of everything! – and a little American style shop. All very groovy.  Then we crossed to Olivos for a coffee and discussed the evening’s food, which is incredibly important to us.

We had already booked a table at the new restaurant/bistro at Bembridge, Lockslane.  We decided to take advantage of the ‘Night Rider’ ticket £5 from 7 pm – 7 am. Before that we had a quickie in the Kasbar, which was very quiet, but I was very pleased to hear some ‘young’ music! Mumford and Sons and Lady Antibellum – OK I do have musical guilty pleasures.

So dinner at Lockslane – what a lovely place – it had a real Antipodean feel. Relaxed, small, friendly and really good food. I had black pudding with apples, croutons and wholegrain mustard and sis had a Vietnamese chicken salad – we hearted both, then she (the cat’s mother) had Pheasant Confit with leek, chestnut, and celeriac mash (I said she’s be farting all night, but she insists she never ever farts!!) I had chicken tagine, which was scrummy. I have a lot of experience with couscous though and know that as soon as you feel your insides expanding it’s time to stop, because it only gets worse! There was – as you will come to discover – no chance of dessert. It’s a very rare occasion for me to have dessert. It spoils the taste of the savoury.

On our home coming (the bus was only 2 minutes late and it was about -3 degrees) we drunkenly asked the bus driver how much it costs to get to Bembridge – £2.50. So the Night Rider was a waste of time, but if we call it Knight Rider it was well worth every penny!

After a freezing cold night in our undisclosed accommodation and a breakfast fit for the establishment we went to the Ryde museum. Bit of a revelation. Did you know the man who invented those old fashioned tin openers that look a bit like a Y was none other that Henry Knight – you know the fella, Henry Knight (obviously the Knight Rider ticket was also named after him). He bought Ryde arcade in 1856 for £3000. Sounds like a lot of money to me. He then sold the patent to Crosse and Blackwell. ‘Huff’ I said, ‘well what do ya know?’ We met some lovely ladies from Ryde District Historical Society who were incredibly helpful in a local Shanklin issue, which I am not at liberty to discuss. But suffice to say I am seriously considering joining the Society as they were so lovely and helpful. It’s only £15 you know. So my sister (the history buff and secretary of Bexley Historical Ass) exchanged pleasantries on what each of their Societies were projecting at the moment. We discussed the frustration of local volunteer groups and the Jubilee celebrations coming to Appley. By this time we were even more freezing cold than we had been at 4am that morning and decided to get warm in Olivo’s for lunch. Just ciabatta and wraps, but very nice and hit the right spot.

We then ventured by car to Quarr Abbey. I hadn’t been for about a year and since then they have built the cafe, shop and all sorts. What busy monks they are. We had a wander into the Abbey and sis just had to go and see the ruins (broken stones). Again with the history buffiness! The cafe a shop were more interesting to me. The monk’s art gallery wasn’t open. Seasonal apparently. But you can get Free guided walks on the first Tuesday of the month and weekly in the summer. Definitely going on the guest info. I might even put it on the ‘Hidden Gems’ on the Island website. I keep trying to put our guest house on, but whoever is approving it (or not) is either not bothering or smarter than I thought!

We had a bit of time left until I could park the car back in Ryde for free, so we had a drive to the Boathouse in Springvale (apparently not Seaview??) with my Matt and Cat Dining Club card and got a discount off our rather pricey glasses of wine, but I don’t mind paying for the atmosphere. We discussed my blog and argued over whose fault it was that we were staying in our chosen accommodation – even after seeing bad Trip Advisor reports – and not at the Boathouse. We decided to blame Gareth for a number of reason – 1. he wasn’t there to defend himself and 2. he said he might need the car. Oh well we had told the lady we were cold and although didn’t give us the blankets we asked for she did give us a dusty De Longhi electric heater, which we had to turn on and go out of the room to burn the dust off first! Pooey! We then drove over to St Helens Duver to watch the sunset, which was very romantic for 2 sisters!

After going round and round the houses (like a Teddy bear) we decided on Michaelangelos, which was very close and I had to consider that my hair was slightly damp and our radiator in our room hadn’t come on! I had forgotten how nice it was. I know we’d had lunch there yesterday, but the evening restaurant is different. When we had discussed the menu (of which we had in the room because I took some to put in Old Shanklin) I thought it was a little pricey for Italian, but I take it back. Even with 2 bottles of wine it was very reasonable indeed. I think we paid £67 (I say think – this was after 2 bottles of wine). It was Saturday night before Valentines and it was packed to the rafters, but they soon found us a wee table. It seems to be the place where the families of Ryde go for birthdays, weddings, funerals and bar mitzvahs. Also the young men of Ryde take their new girlfriends! Ah, how sweet! Yes I was young once and my boyfriend did take me to grown up restaurants. And usually Italian – and still Italian after 16 years. We had 2 different Bruschetta and then I had the pumpkin Tortelli and ‘she’ had Duck Pappardelle. Both extremely happy with our choices. I had to leave 2 pieces and sis helped me with 2 as well. Again, you guessed it, no dessert.

And again, you guessed it, no heating. We slept in our fleeces! Breakfast was ming – 1 Lincolnshire sausage – as per yesterday, which was the only decent part of it and 1 what can only be described as regurgitated pig sick in a plastic bag. All I could think was Phileas Fogg family were having breakfast at Bluebells and I was sat here paying for this shit and no heating. And no I didn’t tell her I had a guest house! To top off the morning I had eaten so much over the weekend I couldn’t get my walking trousers to stay done up – bloody poppers!

Excellent shopping in Ryde
Excellent Ryde museum and Abbey
Fab food except breakfast

What did we learn?
Can openers were invented in the IOW
Always believe Trip Advisor
Matt & Cat Dining Club Card is a winner

My First Post   Leave a comment

This is my first ever blog. After a weekend in Ryde with my sister (who blogs) we met some inspirational women at Ryde museum I have decided to tell the world I love Shanklin!

Posted February 12, 2012 by shanklinrocks in Uncategorized