The young lady is almost 3 years old, can't believe it. She is a little chatterbox and very much a people-person, if you like Vulcan Death Grips that is.
Her latest passion is building. "Build a castle with me Mum" is her constant refrain. She has spent the last 2 weeks or so repeatedly building and re-building castles, home-houses and other things on our living room floor so I have ordered some more blocks online.
Sleep is still a little variable. Had 3 good nights this week where she stayed in her own bed all night and then 2 nights of sleeping-on-the-edge discomfort. Generally she opts for head on Mum and feet on Dad or variations thereof and as she is now a tall preschooler rather than a baby, she stretches virtually the width of our queen-sized bed.
Of course, she is more than worth it!
A journal of one family and their experiences living in the Falkland Islands and Brunei between 2011 and 2014. Elements of travel, peaceful parenting, self-sufficiency, nature photography and general wildlife.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Not at all chilly
We left the island on New Year's Eve with quite a few other holiday makers. At the passport control desk I was amused to overhear an older Falkland Islander requesting the passport official bring her horse to graze his grass in Stanley. Although quite a few modern folk mow their grass nowadays there is still a fair bit of communal grazing as the houses in town typically have sizeable plots.
The flight was ok although a bit wobblier than usual from cross-winds on take-off leaving me a bit pale-faced! Only 1.5 hours to South America though so happily very short. After what seemed like a ridiculous lap of the terminal at Punta Arenas we set off for Santiago, essentially flying halfway up the length of Chile, so this took a wee bit longer. If we'd have had a window seat I expect the views would have been marvellous.
Santiago was as expected; vast, sprawling and modern but with glimpses of something different. We made the most of the warm Mediterranean weather and walked the streets, shopped and ate our way round.
Vina Del Mar was next, an hour from the capital, on the coast. This became a favourite as although it is a huge and somewhat bland modern seaside resort, Valparaiso, a port town only a short metro ride away is much more interesting.
The next challenge was hiring a car and exiting Santiago, this was actually not too difficult and we found ourselves heading south on Ruta 5. Cue comical moment when Big Man asked me where we were staying for the first night of our road trip as I had done most of the planning and booking myself. 'Curico' I replied. 'Wasn't that the town that was flattened by the 2010 earthquake?' he says. 'Er, yes, possibly'. So we didn't know what to expect arriving into the town late in the afternoon, wondering if we would be accommodated next to a pile of rubble, or even in one. Turned out to be fine, the hotel was nice, yes a few buildings (mainly the older ones) had been damaged so had hoardings outside them and our hotel room was equipped with more than the average amount of safety information (and even a torch!) but we had no problems.
My second favourite moment was our wine tour, tasting and lunch at Miguel Torres HQ. Speaks for itself really!
We had 4 lovely nights in the lake district staying in a cabana with lovely views of the lake and two nights in Puerto Varas, which was a smaller resort with lots of German influences and beautiful snow-capped volcanoes in the distance.
After a nerve-wracking trip to locate petrol on the way to Puerto Montt airport, we dropped off the hire car and flew back to Punta for a final night. Our taxi driver spoke excellent English and was somewhat of a comedian. Turns out he used to live in Florida where his only concern was whether to go to the beach or the pool. Now he lives in Punta where it rains 5 days out of 7. His Nibs was not impressed with the service at table during dinner, having to eat without being given his second glass of red wine. Turns out there were loads of politicians and diplomats in the function room hogging all the staff - don't they know who we are?!
It was a lovely fortnight away but I feel that madamoiselle summed it up when she said towards the end 'sometimes I want to be back in my green home house'.
The flight was ok although a bit wobblier than usual from cross-winds on take-off leaving me a bit pale-faced! Only 1.5 hours to South America though so happily very short. After what seemed like a ridiculous lap of the terminal at Punta Arenas we set off for Santiago, essentially flying halfway up the length of Chile, so this took a wee bit longer. If we'd have had a window seat I expect the views would have been marvellous.
Santiago was as expected; vast, sprawling and modern but with glimpses of something different. We made the most of the warm Mediterranean weather and walked the streets, shopped and ate our way round.
Vina Del Mar was next, an hour from the capital, on the coast. This became a favourite as although it is a huge and somewhat bland modern seaside resort, Valparaiso, a port town only a short metro ride away is much more interesting.
The next challenge was hiring a car and exiting Santiago, this was actually not too difficult and we found ourselves heading south on Ruta 5. Cue comical moment when Big Man asked me where we were staying for the first night of our road trip as I had done most of the planning and booking myself. 'Curico' I replied. 'Wasn't that the town that was flattened by the 2010 earthquake?' he says. 'Er, yes, possibly'. So we didn't know what to expect arriving into the town late in the afternoon, wondering if we would be accommodated next to a pile of rubble, or even in one. Turned out to be fine, the hotel was nice, yes a few buildings (mainly the older ones) had been damaged so had hoardings outside them and our hotel room was equipped with more than the average amount of safety information (and even a torch!) but we had no problems.
My second favourite moment was our wine tour, tasting and lunch at Miguel Torres HQ. Speaks for itself really!
We had 4 lovely nights in the lake district staying in a cabana with lovely views of the lake and two nights in Puerto Varas, which was a smaller resort with lots of German influences and beautiful snow-capped volcanoes in the distance.
After a nerve-wracking trip to locate petrol on the way to Puerto Montt airport, we dropped off the hire car and flew back to Punta for a final night. Our taxi driver spoke excellent English and was somewhat of a comedian. Turns out he used to live in Florida where his only concern was whether to go to the beach or the pool. Now he lives in Punta where it rains 5 days out of 7. His Nibs was not impressed with the service at table during dinner, having to eat without being given his second glass of red wine. Turns out there were loads of politicians and diplomats in the function room hogging all the staff - don't they know who we are?!
It was a lovely fortnight away but I feel that madamoiselle summed it up when she said towards the end 'sometimes I want to be back in my green home house'.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
A Summer Christmas
The events here began in early December with His Nibs' work functions, a bbq and a bash for the nippers. Despite it being more than a little windy and having to move the stalls inside (I had my debut as a face-painter!), the children's party was a really good event. Santa and reindeer arrived by Sea King helicopter after a dramatic fly-past which was an awesome sight for adults and little ones alike.
By the 25th the weather was actually cooler than the UK despite being the opposite season (12 degrees forecast on BBC for London and very rainy and cool here), still it didn't dampen our spirits and actually made it feel a bit more like Christmas is supposed to be, staying inside with a drink, curtains drawn and the lights twinkling.
A big effort was clearly made to get all our post here by plane and sea and so we began the 24th with a wardrobe full of goodies.
We had a party on Christmas Eve with lots of friends, colleagues and neighbours and plenty of food as well as a smidgen of mulled wine and punch a la Big Man. Hence we were unfortunately so tired [drunk] by the time the young lady's bedtime rolled around that although the stocking was positioned correctly, we may have overlooked Santa's snack and tipple. I just hope he won't hold a grudge for next year.
On Christmas Day, once the joint was in the oven, we scooted to the bar for drinks and nibbles and some bawdy games of pool.
By the 25th the weather was actually cooler than the UK despite being the opposite season (12 degrees forecast on BBC for London and very rainy and cool here), still it didn't dampen our spirits and actually made it feel a bit more like Christmas is supposed to be, staying inside with a drink, curtains drawn and the lights twinkling.
A big effort was clearly made to get all our post here by plane and sea and so we began the 24th with a wardrobe full of goodies.
We had a party on Christmas Eve with lots of friends, colleagues and neighbours and plenty of food as well as a smidgen of mulled wine and punch a la Big Man. Hence we were unfortunately so tired [drunk] by the time the young lady's bedtime rolled around that although the stocking was positioned correctly, we may have overlooked Santa's snack and tipple. I just hope he won't hold a grudge for next year.
On Christmas Day, once the joint was in the oven, we scooted to the bar for drinks and nibbles and some bawdy games of pool.
On Boxing Day Grandma went home and we were left exhausted and needing to regroup before our summer holidays in South America!
Chicken Little
Black chicken No. 2 (Mavis or Hilda) finally showed up from under our house on 23rd December with a stagger, a shrunken comb and a squirt of runny poo after her prolonged hide out of over a week. Having more or less mourned the blimmin' bird after countless forays around the edge with a torch we were suddenly close to wringing her neck for the aggro!
No, we (I) couldn't really have done that, it was to me almost a Christmas miracle and I could finally relax knowing that she wasn't wasting away under our very floor.
So now we are back to a full complement of hens and Rita is laying a daily egg again so things a bit calmer on the fowl front. If only the two black Barnevelder hens would sort themselves out into laying we'd be on a winner...
No, we (I) couldn't really have done that, it was to me almost a Christmas miracle and I could finally relax knowing that she wasn't wasting away under our very floor.
So now we are back to a full complement of hens and Rita is laying a daily egg again so things a bit calmer on the fowl front. If only the two black Barnevelder hens would sort themselves out into laying we'd be on a winner...
Monday, 12 December 2011
Busy busy busy!
Hardly had time to lift my fingers to the keyboard lately, things are so frantic. It seems unfortunate to me that Christmas and all the social activities that go with it are during the busiest time of year for wildlife and for construction in the southern hemisphere, so our household is currently in a state of frenzy not seen since the young lady came into the world.
All good though.
Family first. Grandma is visiting and so I have been trying to show her a fun time. We have already been around the base looking at ponds and grasslands with her early present of a new fold-out ID guide to Falklands feathered friends, took a boat trip from the harbour where we saw dolphins and a selection of birdlife and there is a lot else planned.
Big Man is still working hard and preparing to yomp across the island this week in boots to raise money for charity - http://www.soldierscharity.org/news/2011/12/12/sappers-slog-retraces-falklands-journey-of-british-forces
Thankfully Movember is now a thing of the past and facial hair is off the menu once more!
Madamoiselle is developing beautifully and has entered a more peaceful phase. She is going to be 3 soon and eligible for a.m. preschool sessions which will be a wrench, mainly for me. If her current love of preschool is anything to go by, she'll love it. Sniff.
So as for me, time to gestate my new project, the book. Recently turned out there could be funding so I am pressing on with photographing plants at every turn.
Also been having spanish lessons ahead of our Chile holiday so that instead of ordering diesel (gasoleo) in a restaurant, I can try lemonade (gaseosa) to drink instead!
The polytunnel continues to be a raving success, lots of people have massive amounts of fresh produce to eat; lettuce, courgettes, peas, carrots and more almost ready for harvest.
All is not so rosy in the hen house however, one of the black birds (still can't tell them apart *blushes*) is broody and has been hiding out under the house (the houses are slightly raised on concrete pillars) so as I have not seen her for a little while I am getting worried. Advice on a postcard please. Already tried torchlight and a foray with a super-soaker (!) to no avail.
Most likely thats all for now - will be back to chirp more in 2012!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
xxx
All good though.
Family first. Grandma is visiting and so I have been trying to show her a fun time. We have already been around the base looking at ponds and grasslands with her early present of a new fold-out ID guide to Falklands feathered friends, took a boat trip from the harbour where we saw dolphins and a selection of birdlife and there is a lot else planned.
Big Man is still working hard and preparing to yomp across the island this week in boots to raise money for charity - http://www.soldierscharity.org/news/2011/12/12/sappers-slog-retraces-falklands-journey-of-british-forces
Thankfully Movember is now a thing of the past and facial hair is off the menu once more!
Madamoiselle is developing beautifully and has entered a more peaceful phase. She is going to be 3 soon and eligible for a.m. preschool sessions which will be a wrench, mainly for me. If her current love of preschool is anything to go by, she'll love it. Sniff.
So as for me, time to gestate my new project, the book. Recently turned out there could be funding so I am pressing on with photographing plants at every turn.
Also been having spanish lessons ahead of our Chile holiday so that instead of ordering diesel (gasoleo) in a restaurant, I can try lemonade (gaseosa) to drink instead!
The polytunnel continues to be a raving success, lots of people have massive amounts of fresh produce to eat; lettuce, courgettes, peas, carrots and more almost ready for harvest.
All is not so rosy in the hen house however, one of the black birds (still can't tell them apart *blushes*) is broody and has been hiding out under the house (the houses are slightly raised on concrete pillars) so as I have not seen her for a little while I am getting worried. Advice on a postcard please. Already tried torchlight and a foray with a super-soaker (!) to no avail.
Most likely thats all for now - will be back to chirp more in 2012!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
xxx
Friday, 18 November 2011
Falklands: Fact or Fiction?
Since the war in 1982 there have existed a few myths and misconceptions about the Falkland Islands, probably due to the distance and lack of communication for many years.
I would like to bust some of the myths and confirm some of the truths right now, starting with 7 popular assertions. See how you score!
Statement # 1. The Falkland Islands are found somewhere off the coast of Scotland.
FICTION. They are located off the coast of South America in the South Atlantic Ocean.
Statement # 2. Penguins comically fall over backwards trying to crane their heads upwards when fighter jets fly low over their colonies.
FICTION. They do no such thing.
Statement # 3. There is only one newspaper on the islands, called the Penguin News.
FACT. The Penguin News is published weekly and contains the usual news and soundbites and also anything locals want to share with the rest of the community, personal or trivial!
Statement # 4. All Argentinians believe the islands belong to them and want to come and reclaim the territory for themselves.
PARTLY TRUE. Thorny but the way it appears to me is that there are those Argentinians who believe that the islands should fall within Argentinian government and the current leader is of that ilk and those who have been misguidedly led to think that the locals all want to be Argentinian and are being oppressed. However there are plenty of friendly supporters too.
Statement # 5. The place is wall-to-wall penguins and residents are almost tripping over them on a daily basis.
FICTION. While there are many healthy-sized colonies of several species of penguin on the islands, it can take some arduous off-road driving, hiking or travel by helicopter to view them.
Statement # 6. There is nothing else to do on the Falklands except get drunk and all the locals revel in this.
FICTION. Although alcohol is cheap and entertainment is naturally more limited than in the UK, recent efforts by senior staff on the military base have led to a reduction in late hours drinking and anti-social behaviour (also known as 'fun') and the bars in Stanley keep closing at odd times preventing a decent all-dayer or lock-in. Parties of a frisky nature do still occur, not often including us old fogies with kids of course, but it is not quite the scene it might once have been.
Statement # 7. The Falklands are within the Antarctic convergence and are often bathed in snow and sub-zero temperatures, with an overall climate much colder than the UK.
FICTION. The islands are the same distance from the south pole as London is from the North Pole so the climate is broadly similar. However, the effect is moderated by the presence of a LOT of wind, which cools the maxium temperature, blows the bejeesus out of people on average one day a fortnight and often whips away the clouds, leaving a bright and sunny overall experience.
I would like to bust some of the myths and confirm some of the truths right now, starting with 7 popular assertions. See how you score!
Statement # 1. The Falkland Islands are found somewhere off the coast of Scotland.
FICTION. They are located off the coast of South America in the South Atlantic Ocean.
Statement # 2. Penguins comically fall over backwards trying to crane their heads upwards when fighter jets fly low over their colonies.
FICTION. They do no such thing.
Statement # 3. There is only one newspaper on the islands, called the Penguin News.
FACT. The Penguin News is published weekly and contains the usual news and soundbites and also anything locals want to share with the rest of the community, personal or trivial!
Statement # 4. All Argentinians believe the islands belong to them and want to come and reclaim the territory for themselves.
PARTLY TRUE. Thorny but the way it appears to me is that there are those Argentinians who believe that the islands should fall within Argentinian government and the current leader is of that ilk and those who have been misguidedly led to think that the locals all want to be Argentinian and are being oppressed. However there are plenty of friendly supporters too.
Statement # 5. The place is wall-to-wall penguins and residents are almost tripping over them on a daily basis.
FICTION. While there are many healthy-sized colonies of several species of penguin on the islands, it can take some arduous off-road driving, hiking or travel by helicopter to view them.
Statement # 6. There is nothing else to do on the Falklands except get drunk and all the locals revel in this.
FICTION. Although alcohol is cheap and entertainment is naturally more limited than in the UK, recent efforts by senior staff on the military base have led to a reduction in late hours drinking and anti-social behaviour (also known as 'fun') and the bars in Stanley keep closing at odd times preventing a decent all-dayer or lock-in. Parties of a frisky nature do still occur, not often including us old fogies with kids of course, but it is not quite the scene it might once have been.
Statement # 7. The Falklands are within the Antarctic convergence and are often bathed in snow and sub-zero temperatures, with an overall climate much colder than the UK.
FICTION. The islands are the same distance from the south pole as London is from the North Pole so the climate is broadly similar. However, the effect is moderated by the presence of a LOT of wind, which cools the maxium temperature, blows the bejeesus out of people on average one day a fortnight and often whips away the clouds, leaving a bright and sunny overall experience.
Monday, 7 November 2011
Reflecting on the little differences
We are fast approaching the halfway point in our stay here in the Falklands so I have written down a few of the things that make life different out here.
Things I miss:
Family and friends
Wind-free walks
Decent shops
Woodland trees
Fresh fruit and veg
Unlimited internet
Playing hockey
Fresh milk
Pub beer gardens
Beautiful British landscapes
Chippy tea
Sky +
Organic poultry
Guaranteed posting dates
A non-ulcerated mouth
Reading proper newspapers and magazines within 2 weeks of publication
Things I don't miss:
Rain
Crime and fear of crime
Certain supermarkets
Traffic and motorways
Rushing about
Working too hard
Stairs
Cars as status symbols
Paying for parking
Traffic wardens
Doorstep sellers
Anonymity and thoughtlessness of general British public
Things that will take some getting used to when we go back:
No-one acknowledging as you drive by ('Falkland Finger')
Roundabouts
Driving in lanes
Bridges
Trees
Humidity
Multi-storey car parks
Shops being open 24 hours
Being able to order takeaway food
Pubs and cafes without boxes of toys
Going round supermarkets without child-sized trolleys
Hearing neighbour's noise and not the roar of aircraft
People (hopefully) coming to visit and it costing less than £2000!
Things I miss:
Family and friends
Wind-free walks
Decent shops
Woodland trees
Fresh fruit and veg
Unlimited internet
Playing hockey
Fresh milk
Pub beer gardens
Beautiful British landscapes
Chippy tea
Sky +
Organic poultry
Guaranteed posting dates
A non-ulcerated mouth
Reading proper newspapers and magazines within 2 weeks of publication
Things I don't miss:
Rain
Crime and fear of crime
Certain supermarkets
Traffic and motorways
Rushing about
Working too hard
Stairs
Cars as status symbols
Paying for parking
Traffic wardens
Doorstep sellers
Anonymity and thoughtlessness of general British public
Things that will take some getting used to when we go back:
No-one acknowledging as you drive by ('Falkland Finger')
Roundabouts
Driving in lanes
Bridges
Trees
Humidity
Multi-storey car parks
Shops being open 24 hours
Being able to order takeaway food
Pubs and cafes without boxes of toys
Going round supermarkets without child-sized trolleys
Hearing neighbour's noise and not the roar of aircraft
People (hopefully) coming to visit and it costing less than £2000!
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