I created something delicious last night and wanted to share. I call it “Apple Mess.” It’s not exact, but it’s delicious!
First, I preheated the oven to approximately 350°F (177-ish C).
Second, I adapted my chocolate chip cookie recipe for kind of a sugar cookie effect.
With a wooden spoon, cream together 1 stick of butter, 1/3 cup of white sugar and 1/3 cup of brown sugar (packed if it’s American, loose if it’s European). Beat in 1 egg, 1 teaspoon of vanilla, 1/8 teaspoon of salt and 3/8 teaspoon of baking powder.
For chocolate chip cookies, I would here add 1 cup of semisweet or bittersweet chocolate chips BUT I was not making chocolate chip cookies, so instead I shook in some of a spice blend that contains cinnamon, clove, ginger and allspice. I didn’t measure, just went with it until it tasted right. Then, to the butter mixture, I added 1 1/3 cups of flour. This made it slightly thicker than my usual cookie dough (which is 1 1/4 cups of flour) which is totally what I was going for.
Next I greased a small ceramic casserole dish with butter. Its dimensions were approximately 9 x 5 x 1.5, but I expect that the recipe could be adapted for something bigger. I pressed between 1/2 and 2/3 of the dough into the bottom of the dish and baked it for 10 to 15 minutes, until the edges were golden but the middle was still mushy.
While this was baking, I shook some more spice blend and some straight up cinnamon into about 1 cup of chucky applesauce. It could have used more, but I only had the one jar. I spread this over the bottom later of dough, and then I dotted the applesauce with butter. I pinched the remaining cookie dough, small portions at time, into flat pieces which I set on top of the applesauce. When more or less all of the applesauce was covered, I popped the casserole dish back into the over for another 10 to fifteen minutes, until the edges of the top layer of dough were golden and the middle looked more dry than mushy. I cooled it for about five minutes before serving.
I called it Apple Mess because it isn’t really pie, and because it doesn’t hold together at all when it’s being served, which has to be done with a spoon. It would be really good with vanilla ice cream, I imagine. It’s super easy. If you try it, let me know how it goes.
Sunday, October 18
Tuesday, October 6
Mmm
The best part about all of the obnoxious flyers people have been shoving into our mailboxes and under our doors are the takeaway menus. Dominoes campaigned really hard during freshers week, but even with their ridiculous amount of coupons, the pizza at Piccante is much better priced. And tastier, from what I know of Dominoes back home... So now I have a place from which to order pizza. And kebabs, if the mood strikes, although there is a kebab stand that sets up in a car park on campus on party nights. Clever business strategy, really, with so many kids running around drunk off their behinds. I believe I mentioned that their kebabs are really good with ketchup. One of the menus also offers alcohol, tobacco products, and ice cream, I suppose so that you can get everything you need for a good night all in one go.
The best takeaway experience so far was when Padma and I ordered Indian from a place called Simply Spiced. Delivery is free, we get 10% off cos we’re students, and the food is really good! The menu offers just about everything you could think of, and there’s a note saying that if they don’t have it on the menu, you should ask for it anyway and they’ll try to come up with it. In addition to starters, rice and salads, breads, tandoori dishes, sabjees, specials , omelettes and biriyani, they have fifteen different curries offered five ways each, including vegetarian.
We tried the saag paneer, a creamy spinach and cheese dish and an order of the garlic nan, which was spread with roasted garlic. From the curry menu we ordered vegetarian Kashmir, which featured a mild fruity sauce of coconut, pineapple and banana. We also tried the vegetarian Pathia curry, which was the favourite. Spicy, but not overpowering, and just a little bit sweet. They sent along a dish of Bombay aloo, spiced potatoes which were very pleasant and definitely something I could do myself with little trouble.
In my own kitchen, I’ve made panang, chili, roasted potatoes, Glamaorgan sausages, lots of rice and a really bad batch of mac and cheese. Glamorgan sausages are apparently a Welsh thing, using cheese instead of meat as the base. They worked out pretty well, although I couldn’t find any unseasoned breadcrumbs at the store, so I used crumbled up toast. The mac and cheese incident remains a mystery to me. It was going along just fine, though the cheese was taking a long time to melt into the sauce.... and when I added the pasta, the sauce all separated so I had seasoned milk coating the pasta, and melted cheese lining the bowl. Fail.
I had groceries delivered from Asda the other day, which included material for making Punkin’s meatloaf. It fell apart but tasted really good, and that’s what matters. I made chocolate chip cookies from scratch two nights ago, and aside from uneven temperature problems, they worked just fine. I’ve found that the vanilla extract I found here has a warmer flavour than what I use at home so the batter is softer-tasting. Also, there don’t appear to be such things as semisweet chocolate chips available at the grocery, but as even the most inexpensive chocolate here is quality stuff, what I found was fine.
I should also mention my favourite dining out experience of the last three weeks. We Americans went to Cabot Circus to top off our phones, because the Vodafone website seems to dislike American credit cards. After our errand, Lauren was ridiculously hungry, so we stopped at a tapas restaurant called La Tasca. They were conveniently offering a lunch special of five tapas for £10 – good for a student budget!
From the vegetarian selections we first chose a vegetarian paella, which wasn’t very paella-y but tasted fine. We then picked an aubergine dish with tomato, cheese, onion, and garlic that was absolutely fantastic, my personal favourite. The mushrooms that we next selected had been sautéed in garlic and olive oil – delicious, as you might imagine. From the meat dishes we chose to try the albóndigas, simple meatballs in a thick tomato sauce - straightforward and tasty - and their chorizo, sautéed in wine. The chorizo were very smoky but not overpoweringly or artificially so, and though they were less spicy than I expected, they were very good. Lauren ordered a simple prawn dish that was very well done. The shrimp were cooked just perfectly and the broth in which they’d been steamed complimented and enhanced their shrimp-ness rather than trying to hide it.
For dessert we tried their fresh strawberries in cream, which were underwhelming, and their chocolate mousse, which featured both milk and white chocolate layers. It was okay, but there were some texture issues. I ordered a little glass of Crema Catalana, a dessert liqueur, to go with that, and found it pretty good. I’d go back to La Tasca, just because the rest of the menu looked interesting. Their dishes were either really special (the aubergine, the prawns) or really not (the paella, dessert), so it’s a matter of winkling out the best choices. I did see on the dinner menu that Catalan spinach is offered, with pine nuts, raisins, and pear. I’ll have to see if it measures up.
Lastly, for sheer entertainment, Padma and I have turned Bollywood movies into a drinking game. First person who has to pee loses. Rules include a drink for every character called Raj, a drink for every flashback, two drinks for dramatic scenes in which the characters lie awake, and you finish your drink should any character have to obey another’s dying wish. So far we’ve seen Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi and Om Shanti Om , courtesy of Tesco’s rental service. Don’t fear for my liver, though, because we play with bargain juice boxes. Classy.
Thursday, October 1
School Daze
The last ten days have been exciting and fun-filled, which is why I haven’t posted. Sorry about that. Monday the 21st was supposed to be timetable day, but that was a lie. I didn’t get my schedule until Wednesday, but the wait was worth it as I’m very satisfied with my modules. For anyone who doesn’t already know, a student at UWE is enrolled in a “course,” the program of study, and then takes “modules,” what we call classes, that are in the course. Degree programs here are generally three levels, equal to six terms of study. Many modules run for both terms rather than being done in one go.
When I arrived, I’d automatically been enrolled in modules at the first level of study. This was worrisome as I’ve had most of that material already through VCU. By Wednesday, however, it had all been sorted out and I’m now taking modules across all three levels of study. This means that my schedule is completely irregular, but I get every Friday off, and if I have any lectures at all on a Tuesday or a Wednesday, there’s only one.
Genetics and Evolution is still a mystery class as I’ve heard nothing from the instructors and it isn’t up on Blackboard yet. (Yes, they use that over here; yes, it’s still annoying.) Research Design and Analysis II has a lot to do with statistics, but this level is focused less on quantitative data and more on squeezing numbers out of qualitative research.
In my first Science in Court lecture this morning I learned that the UK Supreme Court became the final court of appeals for the country today. It was the House of Lords until this morning, and you can read about that here. If you don't really care who was sworn in, you might instead want to know that the carpet used in the new courthouse was designed by the same fellow who did the cover art for Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band. I’m really looking forward to the rest of this module, as the British legal system is very different from the American, so there are loads of new things to learn.
I’m also going to be taking Biological Psychology and Individual Differences, a series of lectures on how the brain and the body interact. New to UWE this year is my final module, Forensic Psychology, which also includes information on criminology. I am particularly excited to be taking this class, as it is essentially the reason that I’ve over here at all.
I have applied and been accepted to work as a notetaker for Disabled Services here at the university. I’m also qualified, apparently, to provide “general support” for students, so if they need me, I’ll get a call. I showed up to take notes for a student on Tuesday, but he didn’t need me so I scooted off. I get paid for showing up, though, which is nice. Not taking notes allowed me to go to a little mini-concert at the university’s Health and Wellness centre. A brass quintet played a variety of pieces including a lovely arrangement of “A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.”
Speaking of concerts, I have joined both the University Singers and the school’s Chamber Choir. University Singers is a large group made up of students, faculty, and community members. We’ll be learning and performing Beethoven’s "Mass in C," and I am absolutely delighted to again be singing classical music in a large group. Chamber Choir is a much smaller group of music faculty and interested students singing a cappella pieces. Our first rehearsal was this afternoon, and the music is going to be a great deal of fun. We’re beginning the Christmas music now because both of our concerts this term are scheduled for December, but it’s not your typical old carols. Well, old perhaps, but not typical.
One of our pieces is a 15th century carol called “Welcome, Yule” written by Sir C Hubert H Parry We’ve also started a Czech selection from the "Koleda" collection, written by Antonín Tučapský, and an absolutely bizarre, sixteen-minute piece called “Rejoice in the Lamb,” which was arranged by Benjamin Britten. The text is the work of Christopher Smart, who seems to have had a huge thing for animals. Between the lyrics and the really freaky time signatures, the song is going to be a LOT of fun.
What else can I relate? The weather is getting a little cooler, but it remains mostly sunny. Sunsets here turn everything a very rosy pink, which is pretty if you happen to be looking down over town from Filton Avenue. Lauren and I walked on Saturday from campus to Colston Girl’s School on Gloucester Road, thinking it was only a couple of miles or so. Wrong, it was 4.3 miles, and the bus back was so ridiculously late that we opted to walk all the way back, mostly uphill. Oops.
In my free time I have managed to knit a little more than 18 inches of the cabled scarf. I’d have gotten farther, but I keep discovering missed stitches and ripping out several rows to go back and fix it. It will be worth it in the end, though, to have a perfect pattern from end to end. I’ve discovered Heroes, a television series that is scientifically implausible but fictionally awesome. American free TV sites don’t work here, though, so instead of something nice and legal like Hulu, I am forced to find the episodes hosted on Chinese and Spanish sites instead. Oh well.
I’ve joined a local DVD rental service to provide movies for nice nights in. I intend to expand my cinematic horizons to include more Hindi films. Tonight I expect to be watching Om Shanti Om. My flatmates are all doing well, and last night several of us played card games in the kitchen. It’s confusing to play cards here because while some games have the same names/rules, many others go by the same names but are played by different rules. Others have familiar rules with different names. We get it straight in the end, though, and I’m told that neither the rules nor the names matter much once you’re drunk enough.
When I arrived, I’d automatically been enrolled in modules at the first level of study. This was worrisome as I’ve had most of that material already through VCU. By Wednesday, however, it had all been sorted out and I’m now taking modules across all three levels of study. This means that my schedule is completely irregular, but I get every Friday off, and if I have any lectures at all on a Tuesday or a Wednesday, there’s only one.
Genetics and Evolution is still a mystery class as I’ve heard nothing from the instructors and it isn’t up on Blackboard yet. (Yes, they use that over here; yes, it’s still annoying.) Research Design and Analysis II has a lot to do with statistics, but this level is focused less on quantitative data and more on squeezing numbers out of qualitative research.
In my first Science in Court lecture this morning I learned that the UK Supreme Court became the final court of appeals for the country today. It was the House of Lords until this morning, and you can read about that here. If you don't really care who was sworn in, you might instead want to know that the carpet used in the new courthouse was designed by the same fellow who did the cover art for Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band. I’m really looking forward to the rest of this module, as the British legal system is very different from the American, so there are loads of new things to learn.
I’m also going to be taking Biological Psychology and Individual Differences, a series of lectures on how the brain and the body interact. New to UWE this year is my final module, Forensic Psychology, which also includes information on criminology. I am particularly excited to be taking this class, as it is essentially the reason that I’ve over here at all.
I have applied and been accepted to work as a notetaker for Disabled Services here at the university. I’m also qualified, apparently, to provide “general support” for students, so if they need me, I’ll get a call. I showed up to take notes for a student on Tuesday, but he didn’t need me so I scooted off. I get paid for showing up, though, which is nice. Not taking notes allowed me to go to a little mini-concert at the university’s Health and Wellness centre. A brass quintet played a variety of pieces including a lovely arrangement of “A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square.”
Speaking of concerts, I have joined both the University Singers and the school’s Chamber Choir. University Singers is a large group made up of students, faculty, and community members. We’ll be learning and performing Beethoven’s "Mass in C," and I am absolutely delighted to again be singing classical music in a large group. Chamber Choir is a much smaller group of music faculty and interested students singing a cappella pieces. Our first rehearsal was this afternoon, and the music is going to be a great deal of fun. We’re beginning the Christmas music now because both of our concerts this term are scheduled for December, but it’s not your typical old carols. Well, old perhaps, but not typical.
One of our pieces is a 15th century carol called “Welcome, Yule” written by Sir C Hubert H Parry We’ve also started a Czech selection from the "Koleda" collection, written by Antonín Tučapský, and an absolutely bizarre, sixteen-minute piece called “Rejoice in the Lamb,” which was arranged by Benjamin Britten. The text is the work of Christopher Smart, who seems to have had a huge thing for animals. Between the lyrics and the really freaky time signatures, the song is going to be a LOT of fun.
What else can I relate? The weather is getting a little cooler, but it remains mostly sunny. Sunsets here turn everything a very rosy pink, which is pretty if you happen to be looking down over town from Filton Avenue. Lauren and I walked on Saturday from campus to Colston Girl’s School on Gloucester Road, thinking it was only a couple of miles or so. Wrong, it was 4.3 miles, and the bus back was so ridiculously late that we opted to walk all the way back, mostly uphill. Oops.
In my free time I have managed to knit a little more than 18 inches of the cabled scarf. I’d have gotten farther, but I keep discovering missed stitches and ripping out several rows to go back and fix it. It will be worth it in the end, though, to have a perfect pattern from end to end. I’ve discovered Heroes, a television series that is scientifically implausible but fictionally awesome. American free TV sites don’t work here, though, so instead of something nice and legal like Hulu, I am forced to find the episodes hosted on Chinese and Spanish sites instead. Oh well.
I’ve joined a local DVD rental service to provide movies for nice nights in. I intend to expand my cinematic horizons to include more Hindi films. Tonight I expect to be watching Om Shanti Om. My flatmates are all doing well, and last night several of us played card games in the kitchen. It’s confusing to play cards here because while some games have the same names/rules, many others go by the same names but are played by different rules. Others have familiar rules with different names. We get it straight in the end, though, and I’m told that neither the rules nor the names matter much once you’re drunk enough.
Sunday, September 20
First weekend
I’m happy to say that I’ve made it through my first full week at UWE unscathed. Saturday morning Lauren and I met up and headed into the City Centre for some shopping which went fairly well. The fellow in the phone shop was one I hadn’t seen before, and he got a little rude once he found we were American. He is unusual in my experience, as most people have been very positive and kind about it. In fact, while we were out, Lauren and I were stopped three times by people wanting to know if we were American and where in the States we were from. So funny!
While at Cabot Circus, we also had out first experience dining out at a French cafe. Dora was absolutely right when she told me that they won’t bring a check unless you ask for it. Once our meal was finished, someone came to clear our plates and invited us to sit and finish our drinks (a bottle of still water, with fresh lemon. Classy.). We sat there for another good hour or so before we could catch someone to bring us the ticket, but it made for good conversation time. We then had a confusing bit of time trying to catch a bus, because apparently return service on the U-line doesn’t run regularly on the weekend. We managed to find the U3, though, which took a ridiculously long way back to campus, and got home around 5:30.
Our arrival was just in time to meet up with everyone who had started “pre-drinking” (the exact equivalent of pre-gaming) for the freshers welcome party, which was Saturday night. Most everyone arrived Saturday afternoon and evening, and people were in very high spirits. Everyone really seems to be making an effort to get to know one another, and there’s a very open attitude that gets more and more open as the night wears on. Not surprisingly, as alcohol is free flowing, and free of charge if you find the right party.
Lauren and I met up with Padma and his flat mates including a really nice girl called Harriet who loves all things American. This massive group of people ended up going from door to door introducing ourselves and making our own mini-party. By this time, a few people were already wasted enough to have lost any semblance of volume control, so it got loud and hot pretty quickly. Padma, Harriet and I stayed sober for various reasons, but we did enjoy watching others playing games and having a progressively difficult time standing up.
After a while, Harriet and we three Americans made it out across campus to the student union bars where the party was happening. In the hallway of E-zone next to the bars we observed a young man peeing, completely at ease, into a potted plant. Escape, the pub-like establishment on the first floor, was brimming with noisy, intoxicated youth, many of whom were crowded around a raging barbecue that was threatening to catch a nearby table canopy on fire. Someone arrived with a fire extinguisher and put it out to great cheers as our little foursome stood around trading slang and mimicking each other’s accents.
The Red bar on the second floor, more like a night club, had quite a long queue going up the stairs to get in as security checked ids and so on. We decided to skip it and go back home, but we did stop at the kebab stand for snacks. I had my first doner which with a little bit of ketchup and some onion was not bad for cheap food from a stand. We spent the rest of the night sitting around in my flat talking, and turned in around 2 am. This was fairly early, considering that two of my flatmates didn’t get in until 4, and one didn’t turn up until half past 11!
I didn’t get up until quite late today, and by the time that I had managed to get cleaned up and have some breakfast, it was too late to go out and do anything before the scheduled building safety meeting. It was a very dull meeting, and they repeated a lot of the information that international students got earlier in the week. They did show us a new video advising that we refrain from injuring/killing each other whilst at UWE. Very sound advice, I’d say.
Instead of going with my building, I went with Lauren and Padma to an earlier session. My shopping from Asda was delivered while I was out (several hours early!), so I spent the rest of the afternoon putting things away and making chili and chocolate cookies. It was nice to make the kitchen smell like something other than fish fingers! Lauren and Padma came over during that time and we watched Across the Universe... It was both trippy and intense and at times unintentionally amusing, but altogether it’s worth seeing again. The way the music worked with the themes of the film has made me re-examine the message of some of the songs.
Many students spent today decorating their flat windows with signs, particularly in the common room windows which are quite large. The most popular things to do include lining up empty beer cans on the windowsills, and writing messages in post-it notes for others to enjoy. You can really, really tell it’s college.
Tonight was more of a chill-out night for most of my friends. Some of them are still out partying, but the rest of us have turned in early. Several people came over to the flat for drinks, but I ducked out after a little and went over to Harriet’s where Padma and some other friends of theirs were watching British television. It is almost exactly the same as American television, but with more football. Speaking of which... I saw a highlights show of the ManU versus ManCity game from today and HOLIEMOLIE was it exciting.
I’m winding down to go to bed now. Registration and the equivalent of convocation are tomorrow afternoon. I discovered today that there’s a paved pathway that leads from Bristol to Bath, and I have plans this week to explore the route that will get me to that path. Other than that... We’ll see! Time tables won’t be up until tomorrow, so I’ve no idea when any of my classes will be meeting this week, or where. I guess I’ll find out!
While at Cabot Circus, we also had out first experience dining out at a French cafe. Dora was absolutely right when she told me that they won’t bring a check unless you ask for it. Once our meal was finished, someone came to clear our plates and invited us to sit and finish our drinks (a bottle of still water, with fresh lemon. Classy.). We sat there for another good hour or so before we could catch someone to bring us the ticket, but it made for good conversation time. We then had a confusing bit of time trying to catch a bus, because apparently return service on the U-line doesn’t run regularly on the weekend. We managed to find the U3, though, which took a ridiculously long way back to campus, and got home around 5:30.
Our arrival was just in time to meet up with everyone who had started “pre-drinking” (the exact equivalent of pre-gaming) for the freshers welcome party, which was Saturday night. Most everyone arrived Saturday afternoon and evening, and people were in very high spirits. Everyone really seems to be making an effort to get to know one another, and there’s a very open attitude that gets more and more open as the night wears on. Not surprisingly, as alcohol is free flowing, and free of charge if you find the right party.
Lauren and I met up with Padma and his flat mates including a really nice girl called Harriet who loves all things American. This massive group of people ended up going from door to door introducing ourselves and making our own mini-party. By this time, a few people were already wasted enough to have lost any semblance of volume control, so it got loud and hot pretty quickly. Padma, Harriet and I stayed sober for various reasons, but we did enjoy watching others playing games and having a progressively difficult time standing up.
After a while, Harriet and we three Americans made it out across campus to the student union bars where the party was happening. In the hallway of E-zone next to the bars we observed a young man peeing, completely at ease, into a potted plant. Escape, the pub-like establishment on the first floor, was brimming with noisy, intoxicated youth, many of whom were crowded around a raging barbecue that was threatening to catch a nearby table canopy on fire. Someone arrived with a fire extinguisher and put it out to great cheers as our little foursome stood around trading slang and mimicking each other’s accents.
The Red bar on the second floor, more like a night club, had quite a long queue going up the stairs to get in as security checked ids and so on. We decided to skip it and go back home, but we did stop at the kebab stand for snacks. I had my first doner which with a little bit of ketchup and some onion was not bad for cheap food from a stand. We spent the rest of the night sitting around in my flat talking, and turned in around 2 am. This was fairly early, considering that two of my flatmates didn’t get in until 4, and one didn’t turn up until half past 11!
I didn’t get up until quite late today, and by the time that I had managed to get cleaned up and have some breakfast, it was too late to go out and do anything before the scheduled building safety meeting. It was a very dull meeting, and they repeated a lot of the information that international students got earlier in the week. They did show us a new video advising that we refrain from injuring/killing each other whilst at UWE. Very sound advice, I’d say.
Instead of going with my building, I went with Lauren and Padma to an earlier session. My shopping from Asda was delivered while I was out (several hours early!), so I spent the rest of the afternoon putting things away and making chili and chocolate cookies. It was nice to make the kitchen smell like something other than fish fingers! Lauren and Padma came over during that time and we watched Across the Universe... It was both trippy and intense and at times unintentionally amusing, but altogether it’s worth seeing again. The way the music worked with the themes of the film has made me re-examine the message of some of the songs.
Many students spent today decorating their flat windows with signs, particularly in the common room windows which are quite large. The most popular things to do include lining up empty beer cans on the windowsills, and writing messages in post-it notes for others to enjoy. You can really, really tell it’s college.
Tonight was more of a chill-out night for most of my friends. Some of them are still out partying, but the rest of us have turned in early. Several people came over to the flat for drinks, but I ducked out after a little and went over to Harriet’s where Padma and some other friends of theirs were watching British television. It is almost exactly the same as American television, but with more football. Speaking of which... I saw a highlights show of the ManU versus ManCity game from today and HOLIEMOLIE was it exciting.
I’m winding down to go to bed now. Registration and the equivalent of convocation are tomorrow afternoon. I discovered today that there’s a paved pathway that leads from Bristol to Bath, and I have plans this week to explore the route that will get me to that path. Other than that... We’ll see! Time tables won’t be up until tomorrow, so I’ve no idea when any of my classes will be meeting this week, or where. I guess I’ll find out!
Thursday, September 17
Wandering: Castle Park to Redcliffe
Orientation activities continued to day with lectures on staying safe, on health care options, and on becoming involved in the student union. During the lunch hour, the campus Well-being Centre gave a presentation on services available, including prayer space and classes on meditation. Though we’d planned to go into the centre of town, Lauren wasn’t feeling well and went back to her flat. Padma and I opted to go into Bristol City Centre anyway with the intent of exploring Castle Park.
Castle Park, just across the street from Broadmead, contains the ruins of St Peter and St Mary le Port which were churches before they were destroyed in the blitz. Also destroyed at that time were a few remaining mediaeval buildings, and parts of Bristol castle. There was graffiti and litter all over, which was sad to me considering the history of the place. St Peter is kept up as a memorial to Bristolian citizens killed in the bombing, but St Mary’s tower seems fairly neglected. The graffiti was worst in that corner of the park, and it looked a little sketchy to me.
Padma and I walked through the park and out onto High Street which we crossed to go into St Nicholas Market. It was fairly busy so I didn’t take many pictures, but the buildings are quite old and the architecture is interesting to take in. The Market itself is a collection of small shops, stalls, and tiny restaurants. Padma and I perused a used bookstore where I found a book on legends from around the United Kingdom. Apparently Berkeley Castle is supposed to be haunted by Richard II, and Minchinhampton is home to a number of prehistoric monoliths.
Bristol didn’t have any particularly special stories, except that at one time a whole group of people swear they saw an anchor on a rope drop down from the sky and catch around a tombstone in a church graveyard. The account states that the people all saw the rope being tugged, and then they saw a ghostly man climb down the rope out of the clouds. One of the people tried to grab him, and the ghost man allegedly appeared to drown in the air and disappear. The rope was then cut and the anchor abandoned. The record of the story apparently didn’t give a name for the church, nor does the anchor tip that the people supposedly managed to tack to the church door seem to be hanging around anywhere. Alas.
From St Nicholas, Padma and I walked along Welsh Back and the Floating Harbour, where a number of restaurants and riverboat bars are located. Among them was The Apple, which was recommended as a place for tasty, cheap, strong cider. From there we wandered to Queen Square,which was full of kids just out of school. At the centre of the park was a statue of a guy on a horse. Now where might I have seen those before? Instead of a Confederate soldier, however, this was William III, the guy who chartered the College of William and Mary.
Leaving Queen Square we wandered past a pub or two and over the Redcliffe Bridge, and around the corner was Quakers Burial Ground. We weren’t entirely sure whether anyone had been buried there, but it was a pretty place and surprisingly quiet for its location at a busy intersection. Next to a bench in the park there was a placard explaining that a cherry tree there had been planted in memory of a fellow called John who died saving the lives of others by directing his runaway car off the road.
After this, Padma and I crossed Redcliff Hill to reach our actual destination, which was St Mary Redcliffe.The walk around back was paved with bits of grave markers, I believe, some of them well over two hundred years old. I don’t think there was anyone underneath them, as a few had been cut in half or catty-cornered to make way for paths. One marker, Thomas Chatterton’s, was set in a little garden next to a rosebush. We did not enter the church, but I intend to go to evensong one night while I’m here.
Though we’d planned to stop and Sainsbury’s on our way back through town, Padma and I found ourselves much more tired than expected after walking back up Victoria Street and back around to Castle Park. We caught the U3 directly back to campus and have gone our separate ways for the night. I am getting ready to put some pasta on the stove, and another suitemate, Phillip, has just arrived. I’ve no idea what I’m going to do tomorrow, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.
Castle Park, just across the street from Broadmead, contains the ruins of St Peter and St Mary le Port which were churches before they were destroyed in the blitz. Also destroyed at that time were a few remaining mediaeval buildings, and parts of Bristol castle. There was graffiti and litter all over, which was sad to me considering the history of the place. St Peter is kept up as a memorial to Bristolian citizens killed in the bombing, but St Mary’s tower seems fairly neglected. The graffiti was worst in that corner of the park, and it looked a little sketchy to me.
Padma and I walked through the park and out onto High Street which we crossed to go into St Nicholas Market. It was fairly busy so I didn’t take many pictures, but the buildings are quite old and the architecture is interesting to take in. The Market itself is a collection of small shops, stalls, and tiny restaurants. Padma and I perused a used bookstore where I found a book on legends from around the United Kingdom. Apparently Berkeley Castle is supposed to be haunted by Richard II, and Minchinhampton is home to a number of prehistoric monoliths.
Bristol didn’t have any particularly special stories, except that at one time a whole group of people swear they saw an anchor on a rope drop down from the sky and catch around a tombstone in a church graveyard. The account states that the people all saw the rope being tugged, and then they saw a ghostly man climb down the rope out of the clouds. One of the people tried to grab him, and the ghost man allegedly appeared to drown in the air and disappear. The rope was then cut and the anchor abandoned. The record of the story apparently didn’t give a name for the church, nor does the anchor tip that the people supposedly managed to tack to the church door seem to be hanging around anywhere. Alas.
From St Nicholas, Padma and I walked along Welsh Back and the Floating Harbour, where a number of restaurants and riverboat bars are located. Among them was The Apple, which was recommended as a place for tasty, cheap, strong cider. From there we wandered to Queen Square,which was full of kids just out of school. At the centre of the park was a statue of a guy on a horse. Now where might I have seen those before? Instead of a Confederate soldier, however, this was William III, the guy who chartered the College of William and Mary.
Leaving Queen Square we wandered past a pub or two and over the Redcliffe Bridge, and around the corner was Quakers Burial Ground. We weren’t entirely sure whether anyone had been buried there, but it was a pretty place and surprisingly quiet for its location at a busy intersection. Next to a bench in the park there was a placard explaining that a cherry tree there had been planted in memory of a fellow called John who died saving the lives of others by directing his runaway car off the road.
After this, Padma and I crossed Redcliff Hill to reach our actual destination, which was St Mary Redcliffe.The walk around back was paved with bits of grave markers, I believe, some of them well over two hundred years old. I don’t think there was anyone underneath them, as a few had been cut in half or catty-cornered to make way for paths. One marker, Thomas Chatterton’s, was set in a little garden next to a rosebush. We did not enter the church, but I intend to go to evensong one night while I’m here.
Though we’d planned to stop and Sainsbury’s on our way back through town, Padma and I found ourselves much more tired than expected after walking back up Victoria Street and back around to Castle Park. We caught the U3 directly back to campus and have gone our separate ways for the night. I am getting ready to put some pasta on the stove, and another suitemate, Phillip, has just arrived. I’ve no idea what I’m going to do tomorrow, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.
Wednesday, September 16
Stop and Smell the Roses
Padma arrived on Monday afternoon, and on Tuesday he and I had breakfast before popping down to the City Centre for some shopping. While there, we stopped at my favourite of shops, Starbucks Coffee Co. Turns out they’ll take American partner numbers, but only with an actual card – do you feel like sending mine, mum? We wandered around Cabot Circus and over into the Broadmead area where we saw someone playing on one of the live art pianos, which are currently featured in Bristol.
Once we were through shopping, Padma and I caught the U1 going out to the Ashton Bower campus of UWE where fine arts studies take place. This is where I’d seen the grounds of Ashton Court Estate, and that is where we headed. It’s only a very short walk from the AB Campus car park, though the walk is entirely uphill. Ashton Court Estate is comprised of a huge mansion and its grounds, bought from private owners by the Bristol City Council in the 1970s. Coming in we saw what we learned later were red deer standing around in a field on a hill. The hill was rippled over with trenches that are what remains of the Saxons who lived there and ploughed the land back in the day.
Once we were through shopping, Padma and I caught the U1 going out to the Ashton Bower campus of UWE where fine arts studies take place. This is where I’d seen the grounds of Ashton Court Estate, and that is where we headed. It’s only a very short walk from the AB Campus car park, though the walk is entirely uphill. Ashton Court Estate is comprised of a huge mansion and its grounds, bought from private owners by the Bristol City Council in the 1970s. Coming in we saw what we learned later were red deer standing around in a field on a hill. The hill was rippled over with trenches that are what remains of the Saxons who lived there and ploughed the land back in the day.
I got more excited than I should have about the view from the car park at the visitor’s centre, especially considering what we went on to see. The visitor’s centre itself had only opened the week before we arrived there, and the facilities there (cafe, etc) are in the process of getting started. They have the first floor renovated and open for conferences and weddings, but the rest of the house is closed until they can get enough money to furnish it for public viewing. The house has quite a history and ownership of the land is mentioned in the Doomsday Survey, which I thought was pretty cool. The grounds are home to a deer park including red and spotted deer, as we’d seen from the road.
When we’d had our fill of history, Padma and I took off down a path and through a garden, but where we were wasn’t on the map, so we ended up kind of backwards. We were trying to get to something labelled as the “Domesday Oak,” which sounded kind of awesome. A friendly jogger with a stroller gave us some idea of where we were, but it turned out that once she looked at the map, she didn’t know where we were, either! Anywho, we got straightened out and headed bravely off in the right direction... which seemed to lead up a tiny, rocky, extra steep path for mountain bikes. We climbed it anyway, and I got photos of Bristol from several different elevations, and snapped a few photos of plant life for later identification.
At the top of this path, we did indeed find an oak tree, but it had no sign or indication that it was the Domesday Oak. A biker passing by circled back to see if we needed help, and said that it looked to him like we were in the right place. I have since learned from the estate’s website the Domesday Oak is one we passed a few metres down the road, one that I fortunately decided to photograph. We climbed up just a little ways further and sat on a bench looking out at the city – definitely my favourite view so far. We then, thankfully, started our journey downhill. The way back down included the statue of a guy’s head which I assume represented the head of a Mr. Smythe.
At the top of this path, we did indeed find an oak tree, but it had no sign or indication that it was the Domesday Oak. A biker passing by circled back to see if we needed help, and said that it looked to him like we were in the right place. I have since learned from the estate’s website the Domesday Oak is one we passed a few metres down the road, one that I fortunately decided to photograph. We climbed up just a little ways further and sat on a bench looking out at the city – definitely my favourite view so far. We then, thankfully, started our journey downhill. The way back down included the statue of a guy’s head which I assume represented the head of a Mr. Smythe.
A little ways on from that we found a really pretty little clearing and a darker bike trail into the woods which we decided to follow. This led us back around to almost exactly where we’d started up the hill, and afforded some really beautiful shots of the mansion house. The grounds there are absolutely gorgeous, covered in trees and huge meadows of this really soft, springy grass. It’s long enough and shiny enough that when the wind blows you can watch the waves blow across. Even though I have so much more to explore, I really can’t wait to get back to this park!
Back towards the mansion house we followed a path down through a pretty landscaped garden and between these two huge redwood trees which you can see in a few of my pictures. We spent quite a lot of time in the estate’s rose garden, most of which was in full bloom. Each bush smelled slightly different, and we had a great time comparing them, especially the ones that smelled like peaches. A few varieties have sort of a lemony scent to them, which I particularly enjoyed.
There are several festivals held at Ashton Court Estate throughout the year, including a hot air balloon festival and the kite and flyer festival which was held just last weekend. On our way back toward the park entrance, I snapped a photo of what must be Charlie Brown’s Kite-Eating Tree.
Back towards the mansion house we followed a path down through a pretty landscaped garden and between these two huge redwood trees which you can see in a few of my pictures. We spent quite a lot of time in the estate’s rose garden, most of which was in full bloom. Each bush smelled slightly different, and we had a great time comparing them, especially the ones that smelled like peaches. A few varieties have sort of a lemony scent to them, which I particularly enjoyed.
There are several festivals held at Ashton Court Estate throughout the year, including a hot air balloon festival and the kite and flyer festival which was held just last weekend. On our way back toward the park entrance, I snapped a photo of what must be Charlie Brown’s Kite-Eating Tree.
There were lots of people with their dogs all over the park the whole day, both on and off their leads. One woman had a really pretty little whippet, and a basset hound tried really hard to get me to play with her. We met a four-month-old Alsatian puppy called Skye just before we left, and she was just desperate to meet us. Also on the grounds we saw a huge German Shepherd with his people, and loads of terriers. One woman was doing retrieval games with her border collie, which appeared to be having a great time.
In the history of the estate we’d read that Esme Smythe, a former lady of the house, liked to keep Pomeranian dogs. She had usually kept several at a time and had had them buried on the grounds. We passed their little graveyard patch on our way up to the road and paused a few moments to read their headstones. One of them, I was amused to find, had been called Tam.
At the very last second I spotted a strange box set a few yards away from the car park, carved all over with Saxon-esque relief. It turned out to be a map explaining the view of Bristol from that point, including an explanation of the Saxon ploughing strips. We made it back down the bus just as it arrived for its six-minute sit at the campus, and then we were on our way back to Frenchay. It’s really exhilarating to be able to just see something and decide to go check it out. I never treated anything in Richmond that way because it always seemed so familiar. Here, though, everything is new and every excursion an adventure. I am having so much fun!
I finally had an extended conversation with my suitemate, Erik, who is the only other fellow in my flat just now. He is a German citizen who has been living in Norway the last six years, and he’s starting his first year at university studying Pharmaceutical Science. He, Padma and I met Lauren, a fellow VCU student, for Orientation activities this morning. Our activities were not particularly exciting, but I collected a few useful websites for later perusal. Lauren and I marched down to Sainsbury’s for her first shopping experience, and we’ll all be meeting again tomorrow morning for day two of the fun. I hope tomorrow won’t be too long, as I’m really hoping to get to explore North Park down in the Centre this week. If not tomorrow, though, there’ll be Friday... and the day after that... and the day after that...
Monday, September 14
Adventures in Public Transportation
I feel so accomplished! I’ve been to the bank and I’ve been to the City Centre and back. Actually I’ve been beyond the City Centre, but I’ll get to that.
So. NatWest bank has a branch on campus, not just a cash machine, as I was delighted to discover. I have put in for a letter confirming my UK address, which I will be able to pick up Wednesday and submit with my passport to open an account. With that squared away, I headed for the campus bus stops which are conveniently located just outside the student hub (imagine the VCU student commons with all of the administrative offices under one roof).
The university has a deal with the transportation system to supply U-line buses that run to and from UWE. They are hard to miss as they are bright red, and it is very, very comforting to know that wherever I am, all I have to do is find a stop labelled with the U-line and I will be able to get home. The university supplied me with a pre-paid card good through the end of July next year, which means FREE BUS RIDES for me!
Though I had some general idea of where I was headed, I was really grateful that there was another girl on the bus who hit the “stop” button at the stop I needed. The buses here don’t tell you inside where the next stops are, so it helps to know a couple of ones before yours so that you can indicate in time that you need to get off. (Here is the map.) I rode the U1 today (the red line) to Cabot Circus where first thing I procured a lovely purple mobile phone. It should be working, but I am still figuring out how to use it. If you’d like the number, please message me via facebook or by email.
Cabot Circus has three floors and looks quite similar to the new open-air malls in Richmond. The building is sheltered by a huge glass dome kind of thing, and while I was there, several men where clambering around on top of it washing the panes. I wandered around for a bit and had a coffee at Costa, which is a lot like Starbucks. Next time I will go to an actual Starbucks, as there’s one of those hidden away on the third level. After further wandering, including inspection of a toy shop, I stopped at a restaurant called Hey Potato!, a potato bar that offers various styles of potato with various toppings. I chose Italian chicken, which tastes less Italian and more American tex-mex.
Take-away in hand, I wandered around until I discovered the place that I’d come in, and I retraced my steps down Bond Street (I think?) back to the bus stop where I’d arrived. The wait was about ten minutes for the next bus, and in the meantime I people-watched. Folks don’t seem to mind being watched, and if they catch you looking, don’t seem to expect you to immediately avert your eyes, which I find kind of nice. People aren’t generally inclined to strike up unnecessary conversation, but if they do speak, it is direct and friendly. Unless it’s a bus driver swearing at an idiotic pedestrian/bike/car. This happened a couple of times.
Speaking of pedestrians/bikes/cars – while it is almost completely silent on campus, especially after sundown, and now because there are no students, the Centre is a proper city. There are clearly marked bike lanes on the most major roads, but on others they ride as close to the side as they can. It seems that you have to absolutely fearless in order to do this, because cars and buses are inclined to hit their brakes at absolutely the last second, and they’ll give you three inches of clearance if you’re lucky. Where it’s permitted, cars park mostly on the sidewalk. Where it isn’t permitted there are more often double yellow lines or zigzag white ones rather than signs. The roundabouts appear very easy to navigate, so long as you have some idea where you’re going.
If it’s any more complicated than two lanes, they’re marked with directions and arrows to keep you on track, and the signage is very clear.
The bus I chose was again the U1, and the end of the route ran down to Temple Meade station which is gorgeous, past St. Nicholas’ Market which is kind of an alley bazaar, and all the way out to Ashton Court and the fine arts campus of UWE. Ashton Court is unbelievably beautiful, and mum especially would love it because all of the houses resemble the little stone one right next to the Bon Air library. I intend to go back out there for a walk just as soon as I can manage (tomorrow!), and I promise that I will take pictures. Today I was just too busy looking around to manage anything else.
Because I got back on the away-going bus, we turned around at Ashton Court and went back through the city the way we’d come. It would have been more direct, apparently, to get on the same line across the street from where I decided to go, but I’m glad that I didn’t because I got to see loads more. There are shops for just about everything you can imagine (including a bead shop, mum!) and another yarn store that I’ll have to check out. There are lots of Indian and Chinese takeaway shops, and at least one Grecian kebab place on the U1 line. Across the river I saw an amusing sign for a location under construction – it’s to be called “Wapping Wharf,” which made me laugh.
Down towards Old Market I saw a number of little pubs, including one called Kingshead which looks the way you’d expect a pub to look. The building is squashed and narrow, and the door is low and the sign is dark green with thin gold lettering and painted at the very top of the building is a little sign that says c.1660. How cool is that? There are other, newer pubs that all advertise “home-cooked food” which must be a local selling-point. On Gloucester Street one can find Robin Hood’s Retreat, The Golden Lion, and The Hobgoblin.
There’s loads more I know I wanted to mention but I can’t think of it all right now. It will come to me, I’m sure. Right now I’m going to learn a little more about my phone and hopefully give uni-box a try – no response yet to my enquiry form, so perhaps a call will speed things along.
So. NatWest bank has a branch on campus, not just a cash machine, as I was delighted to discover. I have put in for a letter confirming my UK address, which I will be able to pick up Wednesday and submit with my passport to open an account. With that squared away, I headed for the campus bus stops which are conveniently located just outside the student hub (imagine the VCU student commons with all of the administrative offices under one roof).
The university has a deal with the transportation system to supply U-line buses that run to and from UWE. They are hard to miss as they are bright red, and it is very, very comforting to know that wherever I am, all I have to do is find a stop labelled with the U-line and I will be able to get home. The university supplied me with a pre-paid card good through the end of July next year, which means FREE BUS RIDES for me!
Though I had some general idea of where I was headed, I was really grateful that there was another girl on the bus who hit the “stop” button at the stop I needed. The buses here don’t tell you inside where the next stops are, so it helps to know a couple of ones before yours so that you can indicate in time that you need to get off. (Here is the map.) I rode the U1 today (the red line) to Cabot Circus where first thing I procured a lovely purple mobile phone. It should be working, but I am still figuring out how to use it. If you’d like the number, please message me via facebook or by email.
Cabot Circus has three floors and looks quite similar to the new open-air malls in Richmond. The building is sheltered by a huge glass dome kind of thing, and while I was there, several men where clambering around on top of it washing the panes. I wandered around for a bit and had a coffee at Costa, which is a lot like Starbucks. Next time I will go to an actual Starbucks, as there’s one of those hidden away on the third level. After further wandering, including inspection of a toy shop, I stopped at a restaurant called Hey Potato!, a potato bar that offers various styles of potato with various toppings. I chose Italian chicken, which tastes less Italian and more American tex-mex.
Take-away in hand, I wandered around until I discovered the place that I’d come in, and I retraced my steps down Bond Street (I think?) back to the bus stop where I’d arrived. The wait was about ten minutes for the next bus, and in the meantime I people-watched. Folks don’t seem to mind being watched, and if they catch you looking, don’t seem to expect you to immediately avert your eyes, which I find kind of nice. People aren’t generally inclined to strike up unnecessary conversation, but if they do speak, it is direct and friendly. Unless it’s a bus driver swearing at an idiotic pedestrian/bike/car. This happened a couple of times.
Speaking of pedestrians/bikes/cars – while it is almost completely silent on campus, especially after sundown, and now because there are no students, the Centre is a proper city. There are clearly marked bike lanes on the most major roads, but on others they ride as close to the side as they can. It seems that you have to absolutely fearless in order to do this, because cars and buses are inclined to hit their brakes at absolutely the last second, and they’ll give you three inches of clearance if you’re lucky. Where it’s permitted, cars park mostly on the sidewalk. Where it isn’t permitted there are more often double yellow lines or zigzag white ones rather than signs. The roundabouts appear very easy to navigate, so long as you have some idea where you’re going.
If it’s any more complicated than two lanes, they’re marked with directions and arrows to keep you on track, and the signage is very clear.
The bus I chose was again the U1, and the end of the route ran down to Temple Meade station which is gorgeous, past St. Nicholas’ Market which is kind of an alley bazaar, and all the way out to Ashton Court and the fine arts campus of UWE. Ashton Court is unbelievably beautiful, and mum especially would love it because all of the houses resemble the little stone one right next to the Bon Air library. I intend to go back out there for a walk just as soon as I can manage (tomorrow!), and I promise that I will take pictures. Today I was just too busy looking around to manage anything else.
Because I got back on the away-going bus, we turned around at Ashton Court and went back through the city the way we’d come. It would have been more direct, apparently, to get on the same line across the street from where I decided to go, but I’m glad that I didn’t because I got to see loads more. There are shops for just about everything you can imagine (including a bead shop, mum!) and another yarn store that I’ll have to check out. There are lots of Indian and Chinese takeaway shops, and at least one Grecian kebab place on the U1 line. Across the river I saw an amusing sign for a location under construction – it’s to be called “Wapping Wharf,” which made me laugh.
Down towards Old Market I saw a number of little pubs, including one called Kingshead which looks the way you’d expect a pub to look. The building is squashed and narrow, and the door is low and the sign is dark green with thin gold lettering and painted at the very top of the building is a little sign that says c.1660. How cool is that? There are other, newer pubs that all advertise “home-cooked food” which must be a local selling-point. On Gloucester Street one can find Robin Hood’s Retreat, The Golden Lion, and The Hobgoblin.
There’s loads more I know I wanted to mention but I can’t think of it all right now. It will come to me, I’m sure. Right now I’m going to learn a little more about my phone and hopefully give uni-box a try – no response yet to my enquiry form, so perhaps a call will speed things along.
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