Friday, June 22, 2012

The Mom and Benson Whirlwind - Part 2

Sunday we all piled in the car and drove to Edinburgh, Scotland.  The drive was pretty, although there were some really weird clouds (or mist or dust?) moving in from the sea so we never really saw the water.  We checked into our sweet little B&B just after lunch and started off walking from there to the famous Edinburgh castle which is perched at the top of a steep hill in the middle of the city.  The views from up there were amazing, and the Stone of Destiny and Crown Jewels (housed at the castle) were really interesting to see. 

Benson looking out over Edinburgh.

From the castle we walked about two minutes down the Royal Mile to the Scotch Whisky Experience.  Our trip to Scotland was prompted by mom wanting to try different Scotches and the Experience turned out to be the perfect way to accomplish that!   It was a unique sort of thing – we basically showed up at our designated ‘tour’ time and spent ten minutes on an amusement park-like ride that illustrated the steps of producing Scotch.  The ride ended at a tasting room where we all sat down in a semi-circle facing a guide and a video screen.   We were educated on the different regions of Scotland and the guide walked us through the smells and tastes of four types of Scotch whisky.  I have to say that Benson was a trooper!  He is absolutely, 100%, a Miller Lite and dry red wine drinker.  He’s hated Scotch his entire life but went through the tour with us and tasted a few different ones (his faces were priceless).  When we got to the one from the Islay region, though, his eyebrows rose to the ceiling and when he looked around the room to see people drinking it he gave up and started handing my mom his taster glasses.  Neither Chris nor I could muscle down the one from Islay. Imagine eating a campfire. That’s exactly what it was like.  It burned, it was smoky, and it made your nose feel like it was on fire.  That ended up being mom’s favorite kind, and it makes me wonder if in 20 years my own tastes will change to the point of liking that sort of thing.  After the tastings we walked through an amazing collection of Scotches and were then taken to dinner downstairs in the attached restaurant. We had ordered a lovely taster menu of many things Scottish.  We ate bits of mussel stew, haggis, lamb, salmon, sticky toffee pudding and finished dinner with coffee and (yep, you guessed it) a dram of Scotch.  We wrapped up with dinner around ten o’clock and even though it was still quite light, the few drams of Scotch over many hours left us tired more than tipsy, especially after the monster of a Saturday we had, so we walked back to the B&B to get some sleep.  

Quite the Scotch collection!

Scotch Whisky Experience tasting room.

What a face! Not a Scotch fan...

Me and Mom on the Royal Mile.


At breakfast the next morning we were sitting in a little dining room with one other couple who turned out to be from Huntersville, NC, which is only a few miles from where mom lives and I grew up!  Talk about a small world, huh?  We left Edinburgh a few hours later after a bit of shopping and a quick peek at the Edinburgh beach.  We were to be in Ilkley, just north of Leeds, for supper and it was supposed to take about four hours.  Little did we know how epic that drive would be....


Lovely photo!

Getting around this island is not nearly as easy but generally much more scenic than getting around the US.  We were going from Edinburgh (quite north east) to Ilkley (sort of mid-central) and so typed the Lawson’s magic postcode in to the GPS and started blindly following that crazy lady’s directions.  Unsure how, but at one point of this drive we were only two miles from the WEST coast of England!  There are just no straight, wide-lane highways traversing the central corridor of this island… instead there are ‘motorways’ that oftentimes are narrow, twisty two-lane roads used indiscriminately by tractors, 18-wheelers (aka lorries), cars, and bicyclists. Chris drove the entire way and said he was a little stressed (but I caught him smiling to himself quite a few times).  We did more passing in that 4-hour drive than I’ve done in the past year!  Oh, and at one point we had to stop for a herd of cows to cross into their new pasture.  As a whole, the scenery was stunning but one particularly dramatic view was of a rolling rapeseed field in its full florescent yellow bloom contrasting with a line of dark green pine trees at the crest of the field.  We’re still teasing Chris that he wouldn’t let us stop to take a picture. (He had just managed to pass four slow-moving trucks and was not ready to get behind them again!)  We made it to Ilkley in time for dinner which never would’ve happened if any of the rest of us had been behind the wheel.


Pretty view on the drive.


Stopping for cattle.

One more pretty vista.

So why were we going to Ilkley?  Fun story:  When I was a baby, our family lived in South Africa in a small town called Honeydew.  Our only neighbors (as we lived on eight acres) were the Lawsons.  Ian and Tamara were good friends with my mom and dad, and their son Bruce was my childhood best friend.  The Lawson’s cow Molly even grazed on our grass and gave us milk every day.  Anyway, sometime after we moved to the States, the Lawsons moved to England and have continued to be in touch.  We spent time with their family last time we visited England, and they came to the States for mom and B’s wedding a few years ago.  Ian and Tamara live in the gorgeous town of Ilkley and their house literally backs up to the Ilkley moor.  The views from their place are absolutely stunning, and I would’ve stayed a week just to walk the footpaths crisscrossing through the moors.  Our few hours with the Lawsons were amazing: We sat on a little bench and enjoyed the moors for a bit, walked around their sweet garden, and explored Tamara’s studio before dinner.  Oh wait, I didn’t mention that she’s an internationally known artist?  She’s been jet setting all over Europe with her latest works, of which one of we are now the proud owners!   For dinner, Tamara bought (massive) steaks from an award-winning local butcher and then topped it off with baked potatoes and toffee pudding.  We felt like royalty. Unfortunately Chris has this thing called work (what a bummer!) so he and I had to head home after dinner. 

The Lawson's back yard leads right out to the moor.

Lovely families with a loooong history!

Tamara trying to fatten Chris up!


Mom and B stayed in Ilkley for a few days while life continued as normal around our place. I popped down to the farm for a day of planting and worked in our garden for a bit but otherwise had a lazy time of it. Mom and B came back on Thursday and finally got a taste of drizzly England.  Farmer Bart had previously mentioned that the elderflowers were in bloom, so we decided to try to make elderflower cordial.  After tracking down some un-waxed organic lemons and citric acid, mom and I walked around the neighborhood and picked about 50 clusters of the flowers. We were absolutely covered in pollen by the end of it!  You can tell that it’s elderflower season because it kept showing up on the menus the next week.  Mom tried a couple different elderflower grown-up drinks and we had some sort of elderflower/berry crumble.  It’s a lovely, unique flavor.

We were totally spoiled on Friday.  Benson, totally unaccustomed to sitting still for more than an hour at a time, offered to do yard work then he and mom cooked dinner while we went to our weekly lake swim!  Benson felt he had to ‘redeem’ himself after a previous imperfect grill session (he’s persnickety about his grilling) and absolutely succeeded in doing that!  We finished off the evening with a really nice drink at a nearby pub.


Saturday we all hopped on a train to go into London.  Britain was in full-on celebration mode for Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee.  She’s been on the throne for sixty years, the second longest reigning monarch in England’s history!  I’d say the English at least are generally a stoic lot, but not this weekend.  Everyone was in full Union Jack attire, waving flags, and so proud of their much-loved Queen. 

Union Jacks everywhere.

Mom and B in front of Big Ben.

Westminster Abbey


We got into London and did a few hours of sightseeing, then took the tube to the Tower of London (the castle downtown).  We had a really fun time exploring the castle and all of its exhibits and couldn’t believe how few people were there – it was almost as if we had the place to ourselves.  We hadn’t planned on seeing the Crown Jewels (basically all the precious metals, gems, swords, crowns, etc owned by the royal family) but on our way out there wasn’t any line so we walked straight through to see them.  It really is astonishing how much there was on display… over 15000 diamonds, for example, and who knows how many pounds of gold.  We were a little sickened by it all – it’s impressive until you think about how many people starve every day and wonder if there may not be a better way to distribute wealth… There was a little donation box at the end of the display (we laughed).  It felt a little wrong to be asked to chip in money for the upkeep of the Tower of London after A. paying for tickets and B. seeing a billion dollars worth of treasure.

Me and Chris in front of the Tower of London.

Something about a guy in a uniform!


The rest of the day was super relaxed… we had a beer at a lively London pub and then took one of those iconic black London taxis to dinner at the Laughing Gravy which turned out to be a great choice.  We enjoyed everything from the ambiance to the waiter and the food was really, really tasty.   We slept so well on the train ride home! 


Cool glass, mom!

The Laughing Gravy restaurant.
Lovely last dinner together.

The next morning we said goodbye over a big breakfast and dropped mom and B off for their last day in London together.  Poor mom and B had to battle wet, windy, and crowded conditions their last day in England, which I’m sure wasn’t the most pleasant way to end the trip, but overall think the trip was really successful! 

The Mom and Benson Whirlwind - Part 1


My mom and Benson flew into England on the first sunny, 70-degree day to break our cold, rain-soaked winter. It was B’s first trip to Europe (and the only thing that gave him away was asking how old everything was!) so I thought I’d blast him with a little history from the beginning and drove from the airport straight to Stonehenge. I walked the hills surrounding Stonehenge (sweating!) while they toured the site and then we ate a picnic lunch together on some little tables in the sun. It was such a happy day for me; catching some rays and some much overdue family time! We drove home for dinner and spent a few hours just chatting before jet lag hit mom and B and they fell fast asleep on the couch around 8 o’clock.


Benson at Stonehenge.


 The next day, the second 70+ and sunny degree day in a row (and the second one in the past 8 months… see the trend?!), we went to the Old Hurst farm shop to buy some local cheeses and veggies and then met Chris for lunch. On sunny days I’m always blown away by the big skies on the drive to Chris’ work. We really do live in an amazing part of this country. From lunch I took the fam to Ely, a town nearby with a gorgeous cathedral. The previous time I’d visited was on a (shocker) cold, rainy day. This visit was so much more pleasant as we were able to walk around the pretty town, had a tour guide that wasn’t archaic, and stopped for a tea along the river. Poor Benson wasn’t impressed with British ice cream after striking out twice in one day: first with an ‘ice cream’ cone that we’re pretty sure was cool whip and the second with a milkshake that literally was shaken milk. He and my mom were such good sports about everything, though, and just laughed off anything that didn’t go quite right.


Happy Anniversary mom and B!



Ely Cathedral



Chris took Thursday off work, so we all hopped in the car to go to Wimpole Hall, a manor house nearby. The sun and 70° weather had returned for day #3! Lord knows where my summer clothes are, and mom & B hadn’t packed any (oops, my bad) so we took a 20-minute super successful detour to the BX to buy some tanks and t-shirts. Armed with proper attire, we spent a really nice couple hours admiring the grandeur of Wimpole Hall and again ate lunch outside in the sun. It was glorious.



Wow, that's a big house.



All the rooms had bells which would ring down in the servants' quarters.


Remember South Farm? It’s where Katherine worked last summer and I’ve been volunteering at on occasion this year. It’s only a few minutes from Wimpole Hall. I warned Farmer Bart that I’d be bringing inquisitive guests along and he welcomed mom and B with open arms (and his famous short shorts). He’s such a gracious person and took more than an hour of his precious time (we’re in the midst of planting season) to answer B’s greenhouse questions and teach him how to prune tomatoes. Bart sent us home with freshly pulled potatoes and carrots and green garlic, all of which (along with the fresh bread and selection of cheeses from the farm shop!) mom turned into a delicious supper. Instead of being tired of plants and soil, the guys were inspired to till a little corn patch in our yard that evening. B is totally a plant person and I think this may have been his favorite part of the entire trip. 


Farmer Bart sketching solutions to B's greenhouse problems.



Piggies



Friday dawned just as warm and sunny as the rest of the week. Mom, Benson, and I drove to Cambridge and took a funny and informative walking tour around the town. The guide kept mentioning how much better Cambridge was than ‘other university’ (that would be Oxford) and it made me smile because Katherine is going to Oxford on a full ride for the next three years and I bet she’d have something to say about THAT! And speaking of rivalries, my other cousin Sarah just graduated Duke Nursing and is going straight to work at Chapel Hill. I’m surprised that’s legal… :D Anyway, our tour of Cambridge included entrance into Kings College Chapel which was pretty amazing inside. 


Impressive Kings College Chapel in Cambridge.


Katherine would be better able to explain this, but I’ll try since it’s so interesting; universities here are broken up into colleges, but not at all like ours are in the States. After being admitted into a university (Cambridge, for example) you then apply and try to match to a college within the university (Kings or Clare for example). The colleges are the social center of your uni life – you take meals there, can live there, and study there. Each college has its own library and sports teams. It’s almost like a fraternity system except everyone on campus is involved and the colleges vie for diversity instead of the homogony that tends to be the norm in the Greek life of our schools. The main goal of colleges seems to be innovation through collaboration, and it’s felt that diversity within a college encourages such important and successful collaboration amongst its members. Cool.  

 

All that history and learning made us hungry, so we stopped back at The Eagle, the pub in which Watson and Crick (using Rosalind Franklin’s research) figured out the double helix structure of DNA. Just as a lot of business decisions are made on a golf course some amazing ‘ah-ha!’ moments in science seem to be had over a pint of ale. Katherine said her entire lab goes for a beer every Friday evening. I guess the key is to mix it up a little! After lunch we completed our Cambridge experience by going ‘punting’, basically getting propelled lazily by boat along the river by a guy with a long pole.


Our punter.



A view from our boat as we punted along the River Cam.



We said g’bye to Cambridge and drove home in time to go to our weekly lake swim with the great folks from our club called BRJ Run & Tri. Every Friday about thirty of us swim a lap or two in the lake about a mile from our house in Hinchingbrooke Park. The lake water is cold - about 50° - but it’s fine once you get past the awful moment when cold water leaks through your wetsuit zipper. Mom and B got to meet some of our British friends and our neighbors walked over to watch as well. We didn’t swim long as we had a huge triathlon the next day but that has its own entry so I’ll end here for now!


Friday night swim at Hinchingbrooke Park... great way to end the week!



Everyone building up courage to get all the way in.



We love the Fewells!


Saturday, June 9, 2012

Battle of the Beaver (Our first Middle Distance Tri)

Walking to the swim start.

Since it’s not wise to just jump right into an Ironman, we’ve competed in a few races throughout this spring season to build up to it. The races really test the fitness we’ve built over the past few months, let us practice hydration and nutrition techniques (fancy speak for water and food intake), and settle our nerves and stomachs. A few months ago we competed in the Tarpley 20-miler, then the No Excuses 80-mile sportive in March, then the Paris marathon in April. On May 26th we competed in probably the most important of these ‘training’ events: the Beaver Middle Distance Triathlon. The race consisted of a 1900-meter swim, 46-mile bike, and 13-mile run, making it just 10 miles shy of a half-Ironman. The race was held on the grounds of the gorgeous Belvoir Castle about an hour from our house and nearby Nottingham’s Sherwood Forest of Robin Hood fame. I can’t imagine a more spectator-friendly event: the weather was just shockingly perfect (70 degrees and not a cloud in the sky!), the views were stunning, the bike course was three loops, and the run was a 4-time out-and-back. My mom and Benson were the best spectators there – they cheered and shouted constant encouragements and didn’t leave their posts even to get lunch! 

So much to organize before a race.

Belvoir Castle and Carolina blue skies.  What a gorgeous setting for a race.

The swim portion of the race was two laps in a four foot deep pond (plus a foot of silt at the bottom).   The amount of muck the hundreds of us swimmers churned up was disgusting; visibility was so low you couldn’t see your hand enter the water.  Thinking about what exactly was being stirred up makes me shudder.  I think it’s so sweet that mom was yelling the whole time despite having no idea where we actually were (everyone looks alike in a black wetsuit and the same orange cap.) I did see her as I got out of the water and out of my wet suit, though, and it was AMAZING to have her there!  From the water I ran up a 450 meter grassy slope to the transition area to ditch the wetsuit and jump into bike shoes and helmet.  I had been warned of the hills on the bike course and was prepared for the long, grinding climb at the back side.  I had NOT been warned that said hill would get taller and steeper every loop, though.  Ouch!  Every fifteen miles I’d look out for mom and Benson.  They’d jump out of their folding chairs and start snapping pictures and shouting encouragement.  

The swim.


The gorgeous weather made me want to stay on the bike forever. It’s hard to make my non-England friends understand how rare a 70°, sunny day is here.  We haven’t had one of those in what, six months?  But alas, the ride had to come to an end after the third loop so I dropped off the bike, changed shoes, and suddenly realized just how badly I needed to pee.  Apparently my hydration techniques were working.  I asked the nearest course marshal where the port-o-potties were and was met with a blank stare.  Wait, this is a five-hour event.  Surely there are toilets? Okay, well, maybe the need to pee will pass.  I am, remember, in a one-piece bit of spandex that is next to impossible to remove.  Unfortunately, all its powers of compression were focusing directly over my bladder.  After two miles I was starting to panic.  There were zero toilets, hundreds of spectators milling about (and taking photos!), and no real wooded areas to clamber into for privacy.   I’d say 75% of the participants were male, and they had no qualms about doing their business behind a two-inch thick tree.  Um, I can still see you, but thanks for trying. Ha! 

Anyhooooo, I figured something out and the next ten miles went pretty quickly. I kept an 8:50 pace which was great (for me) considering how hard I worked on the bike.  Each of the four run loops was entirely uphill on the way out (boo) and downhill on the way back (yay).  One part of me HATED doing four laps on an out-and-back course but the other part found great joy in seeing competitor friends (Chris, Ryan, Gareth, Phil, John) and spectators on each lap.   Mom and B never stopped shouting encouragement which was good because my brain was so fried I couldn’t think of a single lyric to a single song other than “All the Single Ladies” by Beyonce.  That was worse than the 13-mile run!  The gorgeous day turned a bit hot by the last few miles of the run and I had the sudden realization that we were going to burned to a crisp (we were) and the tri suits were going to leave ridiculous tan lines (they did).
Love my Trek Madone!  If only it had a little motor for the hills...

Chris on the only flat part of the run course. 

Overall both Chris and I were really pleased with our times – he finished in 4:50 and me in 5:10.  I know that means nothing to most people, so here’s more numbers that will probably mean even less: I averaged 1:50/100 on the swim, 18.4 mph on the bike, and 8:50/mile for the run.  Chris was faster than me on everything, of course.   To temper my pride, though, the girl who won my age category finished almost an HOUR ahead of me and 40 minutes in front of Chris.  Amazing.

 
Chris crossing the finish line.

Thank you to EVERYONE who came out and cheered and all of the race marshals and volunteers who made the race go quite smoothly!


Mom and B were tired from all that cheering!