The weather was so lovely as we traveled to Birchington with the Motor Home all packed for a weekend away.
We pulled into the camping field to see all our friends already parked up as the field was opened on the Thursday and thanks to having to wait for a parcel here it was Saturday.
We settled down and unpacked and walked Louis around.
Then we sat ut in a group and had a good chatter about all the things we had been up to. The sun beating down.
We took a walk to the Barn where they sell wonderful food and stocked up on cherries, plums, freshly made bread and a wine and herb sauce to cook our chicken in. It was divine.
We sat out until it was dark almost but when the sun goes down it does get damp, so back to the van and a great nights sleep. I love it when we are in the fresh air like that as I slept right through to 10am Sunday.
We walked down to the barn again and around the grounds as it was once again so sunny and warm.
Quex Park is a unique country Park of 250 acres in East Kent set within an estate of 1800 acres around Birchington, Acol and Richborough. The Park is an oasis of parkland and trees in a Thanet landscape of open topography and urban development. All the trees were planted in the 19th Century by John Powell Powell and his successors who realised when planting that they would never live to see the true beauty of their vision.
A landmark within the Park is the Waterloo Tower built 1819 with its extremely rare secular peal of 12 bells, to which exclusive guided tours are run on two days during the summer. The Park also has a Guntower which was built as a sea lookout post and a clocktower built circa 1820 with a pre-reformation hour bell.
Over Sunday the field emptied right out but as it is a holiday rally it will fill up daily as campers will drop in and out on their way to the ports to go, or come from France.
The farmer was ploughing the field all weekend and Ray went for a walk Sunday night and came back with a handful of potatoes. There was so many left on the ground and they can’t let them stay there as the field is rotated and so they wont want potatoes growing among cabbage or what ever they grow next year.
So even though the farmer saw Ray he didn’t shout at him, thank goodness, we enjoyed them baked last night with real butter on them.
I have really eaten over the weekend, two Kentish gypsy tarts. Two. They are an old tradition made in Kent schools when I was little.
300 g plain flour, plus extra for dusting
150 g unsalted butter, cubed
1 medium egg, beaten
410 g tin light evaporated milk, chilled in the fridge overnight
280 g dark muscovado sugar
Preheat the oven to 190°C, fan 170°C, gas 5.
Sift the flour into a bowl. Using your fingertips, rub in the butter until the mixture resembles fine breadcrumbs. Add the egg and enough water (about 1–2 tbsp) to mix to a firm dough. Roll into a ball, wrap in clingfilm and leave to rest in the fridge for 30 minutes.
On a lightly floured surface, roll out the pastry and use to line a 23cm tart tin with a depth of 3.5cm, leaving any excess overhanging the edge. Line with baking parchment, fill with baking beans or uncooked rice and bake blind in the oven for 15 minutes. Remove the beans or rice, and parchment, and bake for a further 5–10 minutes, until golden. Leave to cool, then, using a sharp knife, trim the top of the pastry case.
Tip the evaporated milk and sugar into a large bowl and, using an electric hand mixer on full power, whisk together for about 8 minutes, until the mixture resembles a light coffee-coloured, creamy foam that doesn’t quite hold peaks. For the best results, don’t skimp on whisking time.
Pour the mixture into the tart tin and bake for 10–15 minutes. When cooked, the filling should be lightly set with a sticky surface. Leave to set overnight in the fridge. Great with a dollop of natural yogurt or crème fraîche.
Look at all the calories. I slide on the scales today and was so pleased that I hadn’t put on any weight. Hope it doesnt show tomorrow instead.
I have a burnt nose and when i showered this morning it bled. I cant put a plaster on my nose so I was so pleased it has stopped.
I have really noticed the difference this weekend in my body as I walked to and fro the barn. Someone said I was lucky to still be alive, but I know how close I came to death last year and I don’t see it as luck but as a lot of hard work by me to find my treatment and by the scientists, drug companies, doctors and nurses. It has been a combination of so many people and a great NHS that must be allowed to continue.
I wont be happy until all the mesowarriors have a future and not a death sentence in front of them.