1 Year, 12 Month, 365 Days, 525600 Minutes :: A Year in the Life

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I got married one year ago. 

For someone who considers herself to be quite in touch with her emotions, I often find it difficult to express how I feel properly in public. I’m conscious that despite his decision to marry me, the number one sharer of personal information, Mr Hello is a very private person, and over the time we’ve been together I’ve found myself to lean that way more and more. 

Despite this, I’m going to put my thoughts out there, into the universe for all to see, but also for me to look back on in the future. I’ve loved having such an extensive record of my life available to me, many memories that I’d filed away in my mind, and forgotten. I never want to forget my first year of marriage. 

Easy. In a word, this year has been easy in so many ways. The marriage part has been easy, and the strength of our union has made the professional challenges we’ve both faced this year easier

Mr H does not appreciate the brilliance of the Dixie Chicks, but who cares. This song is it.

Happy one year anniversary my love.

 

Life Lately :: My Summer Break Begins

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Well the summer has finally arrived in the Hello household, and I am sooooo pleased to have made it through my first year of primary teaching.

The weather in our part of the world has been really incredible recently, nicely coinciding with the holiday feeling I seem to have been cultivating! I was lucky enough to get a couple of bottles of fizz as thank you presents this year, and so I cracked one open at the earliest opportunity and toasted to my class!

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A funny story, although one that I am almost certain Mr H doesn’t want me to share. The champagne flute in the picture above is part of a Royal Doulton set called ‘Linear’. We got a set of wine glasses and some decanters as a wedding gift,  and I’d been searching for some flutes as well, as I’d heard the range had been discontinued. I stumbled upon a set of flutes in John Lewis, and snapped them up as soon as I saw them. I brought them home to some eye-rolling from Mr H, who for some unknown reason, doesn’t get as excited about glassware as I do. Literally, the next day, as he was putting the glasses away in our cupboard, he dropped one, on to two other glasses, smashing half of my new set!

He was obviously devastated on my behalf, although I was surprisingly accepting of it, trying to make sure he didn’t feel too bad! Things are things, and to be perfectly honest I was a bit surprised  that it wasn’t me that had broken them first!

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We’ve also been spending a lot more time in the allotment – it’s basically harvest time! We’ve eaten all of our lovely potatoes, and my god lovely is truly the right word. I’d never considered potatoes to have a particularly distinct flavour, and I’m Polish, so that’s saying something! But freshly dug potatoes are so creamy, and their texture is just divine. All hail home grown taters!

I bought a couple of courgette and pumpkin seedlings when we went to the Kent Garden Show a few weeks back, and I’m pleased to say they have both gone absolutely mental. We picked Big Bertha the courgette a couple of days ago, and I know she has a couple more friends ready waiting to be picked any day now. No pumpkins yet, but I pruned a couple of the vines back to see if that would make a difference – I want the plant to use its energy to make the pumpkin, rather than a long vine. I do, however, find it rather pleasing to see a huge pumpkin vine cascading over our plot, but still, eyes must remain on the pumpkiny prize. 

I’ve taken this week really easily – a couple of days cleaning up my classroom, some gardening, quite a bit of expensive shopping (more on that to come) and general lazing about. The next few weeks will undoubtedly have more structure in them, as I’m determined to be a super efficient machine-type woman in the lead up to the new school year, but this week I am happy just to take it slow. 

 

 

 

The Northern Seaman :: Rochester

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This Saturday Mr Hello and I decided to go on a DATE. We’d heard rumours of the opening of a new micro pub  down on the Rochester/Chatham High Street, so thought we’d head down to check out the vibe and sample their wares.

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The Northern Seaman 2 - Hello Sam Goodbye SamanthaThe Northern Seaman describes itself as a new micro pub upholding “traditional pub values in a fresh, innovative manner”. And that, my friends, appears to be exactly what it is! It’s a great little bar – I would go so far to say it’s as much a bar as a pub – with trendy (but not too trendy) decor and an impressive range of beers and wines. YAS, YOU HEARD RIGHT – SOMEWHERE ON THE HIGH STREET SERVING PROPER WINE.
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The state of the wine on offer in Medway has been something of a bone of contention on my part for, hmm…years? Kent does a fine old pub, and in fact my favourite pubs in the world are virtually on my door step, but can this West Australian gal get a decent glass of wine anywhere in the region?

Not until now. The Northern Seaman is not only offering ales from such excellent brewers such as Nelson Brewery, Dartford Wobbler and Caveman, but it is also the only bar in Medway (that I have come across, at least) that serves wines from Biddenden and Chapel Down Vineyards, both of which are located in our lovely county! It’s silly, really, but one of the things I miss most about Perth is being able to just pop in somewhere for a really nice glass of wine and a natter with a pal. I hate to be a snob, but the ol’ Blossom Hill just doesn’t cut it!

Having said that, on this visit the ale proved to tempting to resist and I was expertly guided by the barman Tim towards my very own pint of the Golden Wobbler. At £3 a pint it was very reasonably priced, and served at a lovely drinkable temperature.

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We stayed for a couple of drinks, watched the bar fill up with young hipster types (Yay! Hipsters!) and spent some quality time together, on an actual date, being an actual couple.

The Northern Seaman 3 - Hello Sam Goodbye SamanthaIn fact, I’d really recommend The Northern Seaman as somewhere for a date – it’s happening but not too busy, and not necessarily in the part of the High Street where you’ll be interrupted every 5 minutes by someone you know, which, for us Medway-ites, is often a occupational hazard! There was a real buzz while we were there, so it’s obviously filling a hole in the market!

The staff were courteous and friendly, more than happy to share their knowledge, and seemed genuinely pleased to see us there. The decor is contemporary with a handmade vintage twist, and you’re not going to be intimidated out of the joint by regulars propping up the bar.The Northern Seaman 5 - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha Although there seem to be a few new venues of this ilk popping up across the Medway towns, I say bring it on – places like The Northern Seaman can only add to our cultural landscape, in my humble, wine-loving opinion.

Go check it out and let me know what you think!

 

P.S. – I have not been reimbursed for this post at all, I am simply spreading the love!

A Walk by the Medway :: Visiting Temple Marsh

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Last weekend I got a major case of cabin fever, and so Mr H proposed a little jaunt out of the house to visit a piece of land that had piqued his interest over the last few weeks.

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Temple Marsh is, funnily enough, an old landfill site, which is now safe to walk on but not yet ready to be built on. It’s directly over the River Medway from Rochester, and often on our walks we’ve noticed it and wondered what in the world it was. Temple Marsh Map - Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha

It was a bit of a soggy stomp to get there, and we had to be kindly redirected by an interesting chap who lived on one of the houseboats moored nearby.

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It was a really pretty walk, and we even got to meet a very neat little fox, who actually looked rather surprised to see a human in what I expect is their playground! We walked with no real plan in mind, just soaking up the atmosphere and the opportunity to be out in the fresh air before the heavens opened once again.

Anyone who lives in Kent will attest to the fact that the weather recently has been absolutely diabolical!

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I’ve pulled together a short film of the walk. Take a look:

I’m pretty new to vlogging and video editing, and this is the first time I’ve worked up the courage to post something I’ve pulled together. Lots to learn, but let’s not let the fear of looking a fool get in the way….never stopped me before!

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As we began to make our way back we noticed the tiniest apple tree bursting with fruit!

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The route back is not what I’d call particularly peaceful, as Temple Marsh more or less backs on to a somewhat grotty industrial estate, however, this little gem is also nearby:

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Temple Manor is a 12th Century building that was once owned by the Knights Templar. The fact that I have 12th Century buildings virtually blows the mind of this here colonial, so Mr Hello and I simply had to pop in and have a look around.

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While the building is essentially empty now, once upon a time it was an important Manor House on the side of the River, supporting many farming tenants on its land and monitoring the comings and goings of the bridge crossings.

After WWII it fell into terrible disrepair, but was thankfully restored by English Heritage in the 1970s, I believe. It’s a real little treat amongst the fading industry of the area, and relatively under appreciated I think! There’s definitely something lonesome about it, rising up proudly from its now-modest surroundings.

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Another interesting day out for the Hello Family. More to come soon!

A Very Easy and Delicious Salad Dressing

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Having said that, it’s only recently that I have started to dress my salads. I’m usually an enjoy-them-as-they-are kind of a gal, apart from a slug of olive oil and more balsamic vinegar than is truly necessary. I have now, however, really cracked a dead simple salad dressing and I thought I would share it here with you.

I love a good bit of antipasto and this is the heart of my (extremely loosely called) recipe.

You will need:

  • A jar of some kind of antipasto – sundried tomatoes, or my particular favourite, chargrilled artichokes.

Method:

  • Gobble up most of the artichokes in a moderately unattractive fashion, leaving a few for the salad. Reserve the oil in the jar and put to one side.
  • Peel 2 garlic cloves, and gently crush using the flat of a knife. Add to the jar.
  • Bruise 2 stalks of rosemary – dried or fresh, it doesn’t matter.
  • Add in a few good glugs of balsamic vinegar – I like a roughly 50/50 ratio, but after a few goes, you’ll work out a combination that rocks your socks.
  • Reseal the lid, shake it like a polaroid picture, and pour, trying not to let the garlic cloves or rosemary escape.
  • Reseal and store in the fridge – it should last at least a week, and you can top up with olive oil, fresh garlic and balsamic vinegar as you go.

It should take you approximately 2 minutes to prepare, using mostly what I assume to be store cupboard ingredients – forgive me if not – and if you’re anything like me, this time includes the time to eat 3/4 of a jar of artichokes!

Enjoy!

 

This Week I am Grateful For #9

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Some weeks gratitude is a little bit harder to come by than others. There appears to be no reason for me to feel like this at the moment…and yet….

I’m really pleased to say I’ve been offered a permanent contract at work, which really is wonderful, and is also something I know I am very grateful for. It has just also coincided with a spectacularly busy and changeable period at work, which has left me on the back foot, big time.

As a teacher, you’re constantly assessing. Assessing your students’ understanding, their work, your displays, your colleagues’ work and displays, your class’s behaviour. You assess so much, and so frequently that it’s virtually impossible to not be constantly comparing yourself.

And I currently am in a ‘compare thyself’ frame of mind, and frankly, I feel I’m coming up a bit short.

When I was in Primary school, my Mum, for one reason or another, was given a silver necklace with a silver circle pendant. Engraved on it was the saying ‘This too shall pass’.

“Even the good stuff, Mum? But what if you don’t want it to pass?”

Even the good stuff passes, it seems.  But if the good stuff passes, then so does the bad. So I can take comfort in knowing that a spell of time at work where I’m not particularly enjoying myself will pass. And for that, I am very grateful indeed.

HSGS Does Half Term

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On Friday afternoon I skipped out the door of work and said a jaunty ‘HELLO’ to a whole week off.  I say a week, but in fact today I headed back in to prepare for next term and write about 3,000 school reports. But that fact paled into insignificance in the face of what is officially known as ‘Half Term Holiday’ in the HSGS household.

Mr Hello also booked a week off, and we kicked off the break by getting into the garden. BIG TIME. I’m talking allotment, I’m talking back garden and then we headed to the Kent Garden Show to pick up a few treasures.

Over the weekend we had a few friends over who brought their little girl over. This meant a couple of hours of delicious food, great conversation and an excellent round of the game ‘Off The Pudd’, for which no-one seemed to know the rules apart from a three year old. What a delight.

Mr H and I then journeyed forth to Suffolk, to hang out with his sister and her delightful son, and the only thing to somewhat spoil the day was that our clutch failed on the motorway as we headed home, so instead of an evening on the couch we spent an evening sitting in the carpark of a motorway hotel scoffing chocolate while we waited for a tow!

With a couple of days left before TERM 6 (I repeat TERM 6)  starts,  I plan on pottering around the house a little bit, finishing off some report writing and faffing around with my camera settings! I’ve also got some more seeds to plant out, and am looking forward to seeing all my new plants in the garden.

How’s your week been, pals?

This Week I am Grateful For #8

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Well my Gratitude Series has undoubtedly proven itself to be a huge success, with a grand total of 7 posts so far. Still, I remain determined to continue on, despite the growing sensation that no one actually remotely cares. Never stopped me before!

This week has verged slightly on the ‘Oh my god, HOW is it only TUESDAY’ side of things. Work has been insane, with a variety of disruptions that have cause my class to become shouty and unfocussed. Myself even more so.

And yet. This week I have become even more grateful for my relatively tranquil home life. Mr Hello and I have managed to carve out a delightfully hum-drum routine of quiet Friday nights and long days at our allotment. We’re clearing the wood from our garden and having the odd bonfire.

Quiet home life seems to be just what I need right now. And I am thankful for it.

We <3 Ashford :: Happy & Glorious Blogger Day

Long time no blog, hey? I shall spare you all the mundane excuses bar one – life simply got in the way. I am now returned to the internet for fun times. Praise.

Swift segue into today’s post. Hello Sam Goodbye Samantha has long been a place where I have championed the offerings of Medway, if not Kent. I love Kent, and feel it has so much to offer. We’ve got beaches, wineries, historical sites aplenty, as well as a fair few rather good farmer’s markets. What’s not to like (I had myself at wineries, let’s be honest).

There remains, however, a vague sense of Kent being slightly down at heel, and while I can certainly attest to that, many more parts of Kent are now up-and-coming. I give you Medway, I give you Margate, and now, I give you Ashford.

I was recently invited down to Ashford to celebrate a Blogger’s Day, organised by the delightful Happy & Glorious. Truth be told, I’ve never actually been to Ashford before, save for one swift transition through the train station. It was half term, and I can now drive, so I thought, why not! Off I went.

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You will find Happy & Glorious in the Park Mall, in central Ashford. It’s an older style open air shopping mall, but there seem to be lots of lovely little independent shops popping up throughout. I popped in and was greeted by Kate, who is the mastermind behind the whole event. I picked up my fabulous little goody bag with products from all of the vendors and had a nose about!

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Those of you who remember my bunting days will not be surprised that one of my favourite stores was Emporia Fabrics and Craft. Oh how I wish we had this shop in Rochester! The perfect place to pick up a birthday gift, with enough space for craft classes! Dreamy.

I picked up some gold leather earrings. Yes, you did read that correctly. Note:

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Made in Ashford is a collective of local craftspeople who, supported by the council, run this little shop! It was full to the brim of fab little crafts, and I happily bought a tote bag with a great linocut print on it from here.

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From my little chat here, I gathered that the local council in Ashford have been extremely supportive of artists and craftspeople throughout Ashford and even further beyond, and I was greeted with nothing bud positivity. They’ve got a great thing going on down there, and it speaks volumes about the forward thinking nature of Ashford folk.

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I rounded off the afternoon with a spot of lunch in a new cafe, Stag Coffee. Hipster vibe? Check. Beards aplenty? Check. Delicious felafel panini? Check mate. It was fab.

As I packed up to head home, I pulled out of the carpark and heard a stomach wrenching crunch. Was my delightful stay in Ashford about to be ruined by my poor spatial awareness? Had I just smacked into the car next to me?

No. Turns out I just drove over a Capri Sun. PHEW.

Allot’a Love

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See what I did there? Almost like a play on words, hey? Almost.

Now this image would strike fear into the hearts of a lot of people, and I don’t think I’m being presumptuous when I say particularly a lot of lifestyle bloggers.

But to some, granted, this is an image of possibility. This is a photo of the entrance to our local allotments, and it’s one of my favourite places. I could be imagining it, but the air just smells fresher and cleaner here, despite what I imagine to be the huge concentration of manure within the fences.

Allotments do tend to look a bit scabby, often with greenhouses cobbled together from scraps. But I think they’re utterly charming, and the sight of people pottering around and being occupied but not busy makes me feel so gosh darn happy.

We’ve got so much to do on our plot, namely because it’s a) huge and b) steep and c) overgrown. I’m trying not to get too overwhelmed by it though, and am taking a ‘little and often’ approach to going. Last night I only stayed for 20 minutes, but got a bit more digging done and met my lovely neighbouring allotmenteer.

I’ve got my gloves, got my wellies and I’ve even got green bits poking up already! It’s almost as if I knew what I was doing!! HAHAHA.

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